Tommy ran through the forests of Logstedshire, though they really weren't that majestic as an actual forest. He was being chased by a demon who he knew very well was a horrible person to get on bad terms with. His legs pounded with the pain of running faster than he knew he could, skidding around a huge tree that nearly caught him on its big brown branches as he hurtled towards anywhere but what was chasing him. It had not yet occurred to him to scream for help.

As he ran, he passed places he remembered building and forgetting and destroying and trying to— well, never-mind that last one. He just knew that he knew them. He risked a glance behind him at the hundred-toothed monster that wanted him dead, its many eyes glaring at him in their spine-rotting ruby red. He yelped, running faster as one of their claws passed his ear. Fwap! It was so close he could hear the nose as it crashed into the tree he had just barely dodged.

His feet slammed against the forest floor as he ran on, yelling in a premature gloat that he was, "safe already because I am so magnificent that I will be saved". That was, until he rammed into a tree with his forehead.

He stumbled, feeling a painful dizziness spin his world like a bottle cap. But even though the blood oozed down into his eyes and he felt the injury's painful sting, he managed to dodge the demon's grasp and keep running with a string of choice words for that tree and the demon that had put him in this situation muttered beneath his breath.

His mouth tasted like stomach acid and the baked potatoes he had eaten earlier mixed together, and it made him want to puke. His forehead wasn't helping either, still bleeding and probably gashed real bad.

He felt a pounding headache raging in his head, making the world flip like a pancake doing ballet. He groaned, wanting to double over and die right there on the spot. But the second he thought it, he knew he didn't want to or he would turn around and face that demon with the all of nothing he had in his inventory. He had to run, even if it hurt horrendously just to stand up.

We don't know what happened next, and we may never need to. All we know is that one second, Tommy was likely to be partial to syncope, and the next he was saved by luck that could be defined only under the premise of his being a 'main character'.

Ahead, he saw a familiar-looking house, looming in an intimidating way that made him want to run back towards the demon and jump in its jaws to die. It wasn't the house itself that was scary, though; Rather its impartial resident. When he wasn't causing an uproar and promoting anarchy all around, Technoblade stayed in the isolated comfort of the (internally) homey abode that lay deep within the tundra. And Technoblade, aside from being the world's most blood-thirsty piglin, was not well-off with his half-brother Tommy. But Tommy figured it was either facing a likely-to-be-angry man of whom he was ill-related or the monstrous beast behind him that smelled so foul and looked so horrible he wasn't sure he wanted to describe it.

Bolting up the steps two at a time and vaulting up to the window, he forced it open rather inelegantly and shot inside like a bullet gone astray. The second he was inside, he slammed the window shut in the face of the demon that sought his blood and slid down against the wall.

Technoblade— or just Techno to most— had quickly descended from the upper level of his home when he heard the ruckus of something— or, worse, someone— inside his home. When he saw it was his half-brother Tommy, he was unamused, but he was thankfully more worried by the blood rolling down his half-brother's forehead than angry at him. At least, he didn't murder Tommy (yet) or attempt to, so it seemed that way. But his gaze was still scrutinizing as he met his eyes. "You look like shit." He thought. But what he said was, "Who do I have to kill now?"

Techno's monotone voice did nothing to soothe the nerves Tommy felt coursing through him, but he tried his best to explain. "Big... fucking monster... outside..." He panted as he caught his breath, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Opinionatedly... scarier... than you."

The wise crack at him didn't go ignored, a playful yet murderous glare in his eyes, but Techno forced himself not to retort for once. He wanted to. He would have, normally. But Tommy really looked like shit. Aside from the whole bleeding out from his forehead part, he was sweating like mad, his clothes were not torn but mutilated, and he was covered in dirt and ash. Techno wondered about that last one, but he didn't comment on it. He just grabbed his axe. He knew it was pointless to ask Tommy something and get anything other than shit-talked with vague yet definite answers. "Alright. Whatever. Make it my problem..." He muttered the last part to himself, going out to slay the beast— which was, admittedly, a bit scary. Not necessarily intimidating to him, as he was generally feared and wise beyond his years in PVP. But as far as monsters went, it would horrify someone like his brother. At least, the one in his house. He didn't know about his other brother Wilbur.

Regardless, he slew the beast with a hefty fell of his blade, clearing its head with one clean hit. Because it was admittedly an interesting monster, he left the skull on a pike to rot so he could collect its skull, and tossed the body to his bears. They would eat just about anything other than what they were actually fed— a steady diet of fish.

Then he trudged back inside, leaving his axe by the door and looking around for Tommy. As expected, he hadn't stayed in one place. He had instead grabbed one of Techno's gapples and was eating it under one of Techno's large, often-forgotten winter coats in the corner. He sighed, watching as Tommy did so. Some things never changed.