Heads up: This doesn't really follow canon, I'm just doing this because I'm bored. Consider this an alternate timeline.

Though if I were to pick a time to when this takes place, it takes place after Tommy has been exiled.

The Actual Story

Day 1 - 10PM

The snowy night in the woods is many things, but silent place it's not. Looking up, the soft wind hummed around the air, wrapping every tree it touched. The trees chattered amongst themselves, talking to the wind. Both complement each other, to form a symphony of separate instruments. There only seemed to be a little cog in this symphony. A young, tall adult named Ranboo.

Every step caused a loud crackle in the snow, with the wind's humming constantly clashing with the sound of heavy coughs and breaths.

To interrupt the symphony was a crime to the elements within it, and the punishment to such a crime was death. The surroundings became darker, the wind became louder, and the snow grew taller.

Ranboo looked around, trying to escape the killers around him, but it was all dark. They pulled at his body gradually until breathing was an action that took effort. Ranboo's eyes got watery, with his whole body shaking violently. He unwillingly kneeled into his deathbed, with his sentence about to be served until something gleemed in the distance. A light.

Many yards away, a dim light stood. It was a pardon that Ranboo was willing to accept. Anything but the snow. The man got up and ran to the light, his speed rivaled only by the wind around him.The light grew into a firmly lit, rectangular house made with stone and wood. The entrance was right there, only guarded by a staircase needed to get to the door.

This was nothing to Ranboo, as he bolted up the stairs. The door seemed to be the tricky part. He looked around, wating for a figure or sound to pop up, yet neither were in sight. Ranboo tapped the door open, slowly letting himself in.

He went in, closed the door, and innocently slumped onto the floor to observe his surroundings. There was a soft dark leather couch, a large wooden table with a large map, and a small kitchen on the opposite side of the room that consisted of basic cooking supplies. There was also a wooden staircase that lead to the basement, and a ladder that lead to an attic of sorts. Best of all, it was brimming with pure warmth.

Ranboo sighed in relief and sat on the couch, winding down as he nestled himself into a comfortable position. He awkwardly fumbled with his hair to remove snow, which had amounted to the point of making his head fully white. He was black and white all over, which ran down his body like two sides of a coin. He doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that he has a temporary place to relax rather than a permanent grave to sleep in.

Ranboo yawned, now unaffected by the snow storm raging on. His ears grew accustomed to the sound of the wind, accepting it as a symphony.

The music could've put him to sleep, but there was a cog in the music. A crackle.

Ranboo's eyes shot wide open as he heard faint footsteps outside. It could've been a monster, but the sound of a human cough made Ranboo shoot up from his couch with his heart pounding a mile a minute. The ruckus caused the anonymous individual to bolt towards the entrance of the house.

Ranboo tried to run out, but the doors slammed open to reveal a demon. A demon covered in the richest Netherite armors one can get, and a sword that could pierce obsidian like butter. The only armor that the demon didn't have was around there face, which was a pig mask with black soulless eyes. Ranboo barely had time to gasp before falling over onto the couch. He looked back up at the masked person like a deer in headlights. His body froze, standing there like a helpless animal.

The masked person walked over to Ranboo, lowering their sword but having a voice louder than thunder, "WHO ARE YOU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"

Ranboo gulped, his face drenched in sweat and fear as he yelled, "Uhhghh uhbhh I-It was uh...clod...cold and I I've been wwwaanndering for hours! I didt-didn't...didn't...touch anything! Pplease don't kill me!"

Ranboo shriveled up clutching his knees, causing the masked person to put down their sword at the sight of Ranboo's fear and lack of...anything.

The masked person calmed their tone and muttered, "Okay...okay. I won't hurt you, that was a little harsh."

Ranboo stared at the masked figure, with a confused expression on his face. For a second both of them did nothing, until the sound of a skeleton caught them by surprise. The masked person looked at Ranboo.

Even in such pitch black night, it was clear that the masked person was slashing around the monsters around them on the snow floor. Every action was quick and faster than the arrows shot at them. Each strike was strong enough to chop off a zombie's arm. It was the deadliest dance one could partake in, and the masked person showed no fear.

Ranboo weighed his options and stood at the doorway. This person chose not to kill him, despite easily being able to. But their comedic edge could be a sign of playing with their prey. But killing Ranboo wouldn't provide anything of value. He wasn't sure, so he waited.

After a few more seconds, everything became silent. The masked person cracked their knuckles considering this to be a job well done and looked back up at Ranboo, who was watching in utter shock.

The masked person noticed Ranboo's slight trembling and thought for a second before asking, "Can you close the door? You're losing pity points right now with all of that wind coming in."

Ranboo chuckled a little at that. The masked person put away their sword before walking up the stairs.

"It's ok black and white person, I'm not going to hurt you. Ok this sounds kind of bad. Uhhh just consider this whole a weird way of meeting someone."

Ranboo stepped out, taking a deep breath and closing the door behind him.

"Oh. Ehm...Ok. My name is...Ranboo," he said quietly.

The masked figure chuckled at the name before responding, "My name is Technoblade. Techno for Short."

They pulled up their mask, revealing their face. She was female, had skin that was a little pale, reddish eyes, pointy ears, and had pink hair bundled up in a pony tail.

Ranboo smiled, bringing out his arm to shake her hand, "Hey...Techno. C-Can I stay for the night? Just for the night?"

Technoblade took Ranboo's hand and shook it quickly, considering her options until observing Ranboo's face. Despite being a lot taller, Ranboo looked like he only weighed a few pounds more than her. He also looked worse than an orphan. Every part of his skin had a red tint, not out of blood but out of the pure force of frostbite clamping down on him.

She hesitated before answering, "Yeah...You know you're not exactly in the...best shape. I have some spare food in the kitchen, assuming you haven't touched anything."

Ranboo's eyes lit up in response to invitation. She's not a killer. "I could use a bowl, or three. Uh...how much will I have to pay you in return?" Ranboo asked.

Technoblade scratched her chin at the question and looked at her current supplies, "Had a great day in the market a few days ago, so not much. You just have to cook the food and provide a little company for the night because some friends of mine are going to return in a few days."

Ranboo sighed in relief, before opening the door so that both of them could go in, and closed the door on the things he almost perceived has killers.

Day 1 - 11PM

An hour can feel like a minute. This was no exception to Technoblade and Ranboo.

Ranboo walked into the house, roaming over to the kitchen to observe it's surrounding. A stove, some cabinets, and utensils. The kitchen wasn't the best thing in the world, but there was still a variety within the food. There were jars filled with radishes, potatoes, carrots, and a few other things which to him was enough. Ranboo placed the needed ingredients and began mincing them after wiping the knife down.

Technoblade began to take off her armor, showing that she wore a velvet red long sleeve fur coat, a long sleeved white shirt, black leggings, and boots.

Ranboo glanced over and commented, "I'm guessing you're an experienced fighter. You're...uhmm...very strong."

Technoblade smirked, "Yeah. What ever makes carrying things easier, the better. But usually I rely on my horse."

"You have a horse?" Ranboo asked excitedly.

Technoblade grinned and gestured to a certain direction outside of the house, "Um yeah, his name is Carl. He's pretty helpful with carrying supplies when trading. Speaking of that when I went to put him in my makeshift barn, you probably must've rolled in."

Ranboo added the minced food in a pot of water, and started heating up the pot with a flame, "Trading...trading. Oh that reminds me! I remember when I used to be in this place called Pogtopia, there was this guy called Tubbo. He would constantly talk about wanting to expand Poptopia's trade routes."

Technoblade looked at Ranboo, now starting to get really curious, "Oh, so you know about Pogtopia?"

Ranboo sat on one of the three chairs that were in the kitchen and explained, "Yeah. It used to be a really cool spot to live in. They locals were nice and it was a sight to see. I was very good friends with the president."

Technoblade sat on another chair, "Wait, whats with these past tense words? Kinda suspicious. What happened?"

Ranboo paused for a second and sighed, "Yeah...I might as well tell someone...umm it wasn't that... great. Let's just say, a month ago I stuck up for...someone and was...excluded with him."

Techno exhaled, knowing who Ranboo was talking about, "Ranboo. What if I told you I could make you're best dream come true?"

Ranboo glanced at Technoblade, "What?"

Technoblade had a wide cocky grin on her face, "Let's just say a young british boy lives with me."

Ranboo glanced up with lights in his eyes, "You know Tommy-"

"Yes." Technoblade interrupted.

Ranboo jumped into the air and got really excited, "Wait really? You're not joking? Is he ok?! How is he doing?"

Techno was surprised at the ecstatic response, but continued nonetheless, "Yeah. He and my friend Philza were trading in far out lands. I decided to take the fast route home while Phil and Tommy went to get a route with more cities because they wanted matching turtle helmets and a few other nic nacs."

Ranboo gasped in delight.

"Do you.. ehm...how did you find him?" Ranboo asked, leaning forward in his chair.

Technoblade undid the pony tail on the back of her head, "Philza found him during one of his weekly strolls and after an hours worth of poking him with a stick he, decide to live with us. He's being helping around the house around carrying supplies when traveling."

Ranboo looked in awe, "Really? In Pogtopia, he wasn't that much of an active helper, but he was a hilarious person. Can't wait to see him soon and check out how far he's come."

"Yeah, ummm...," Technoblade glanced at the cooking pot, "Regardless, what are you making?"

Ranboo rubbed his hand together, "Well it's a dish that I made myself! It's. a mixture of fruits...and vegetables that are sliced, then boiled in hot water. I'll take them out at arrrooouuun- now."

Technoblade watched as Ranboo put out the flames and use a large spoon to get the sliced food into bowls. The smell of it was rather enticing, and certainly hooked her by the nose.

Ranboo noticed this and looked at her, "Uhh don't worry Techno, I made some for you too."

Technoblade grinned, not really expecting much. She got up from her chair and moved one of them to the table in the living-room. She'd get the couch of course. Removing the map and placing it in her pocket, Technoblade sat on the couch comfortably awaiting for Ranboo.

"Bottoms up," Ranboo commented before laying the forks and bowls on the table.

Technoblade looked at the food sideways observing the contents of the food. She had seen food from many lands, but this was one of a kind. Then she looked back at Ranboo, who was eating his food quietly. She grabbed the fork and picked a carrot slice, before eating it. The taste slithered down her throat and squeezed her stomach.

Ranboo looked at himself and his new friend. On one hand Ranboo was half finished with his bowl, enjoying the taste. On the other hand, Technoblade had finished her bowl like and was as high as a kite.

After a while, Ranboo finished his meal and took the bowls around them before setting them in the kitchen.

Technoblade stood up stretching and cracked her neck, "Oh Gods that was amazing! How did you do that?"

Ranboo shrugged and showed his palms. "Uhmmm I made food?"

"Eh. You're not wrong," She responded.

The conversation lasted a few more minutes, purely out of interest for the other's words.

Technoblade yawned, "I'm going to bed. You'll sleep on the couch, because Philza's going to be pissed if you do something. Good night."

Technoblade climbed up the ladder to the attic. Ranboo started to yawn, before sitting on the couch, thinking about the current day. His thoughts were interrupted by a velvet red fur coat.

Techboblade smiled at his reaction and smled, "There's your blanket and new outside clothes. Nice meeting you. You can visit in a few days if you want too meet Tommy. Th-thanks for appearing out of nowhere. Goodnight,"

Ranboo smiled and turned off the lights before heading to the couch. The coat was a little small but nothing uncomfortable, and it allowed him to comfortably doze off. It was a nice night with a new friend, with the sad reality of leaving in the morning. Sleep only felt seconds long, making the inevitability of the outside world even harder to swallow. Knowing that, an hour felt like a minute.