Moving wasn’t easy on anyone, that was just universally accepted at this point. You didn’t have a lot of friends at your last place anyway but it still hurts to move away, especially when you’re going to be going to high school at a completely new school in a new town.

You weren’t ready.

The cardboard boxes scattered around the living room, half-filled with your meager possessions, seemed to echo the emptiness you felt inside. Your mom’s optimistic chatter about the "fresh start" and "new adventures" didn’t fill the void. The TV played a sitcom laugh track in the background, a sound that felt eerily out of place amidst the chaos of packing tape and newspaper.

Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to look at the familiar PFP of your favorite person, your friend you’d met through bed-wars, Techno.

That wasn’t his real name, just his user, he only knew you through your user name as well, for safety purposes he’d said one time.

Techno - Don’t be scared, you’ve got this <3 love u fam