You and Philza are both are house arrest to prevent the two of you from helping Technoblade escape his execution. The Butcher Army is going to get what they want if you two can’t help.

You’re both wearing a creeper head to mask from being caught, watching as Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Ranboo approached Techno’s cabin.

Of course the two of you had the company of Ghostbur, who can’t quite shut his mouth. The best thing you two agreed on was to try and ignore the poor ghosts’ offers of some blue.

“We have to do something. I—. . I can’t just watch this shit like it isn’t happening!” You tried to keep your voice lowered from getting you guys caught, but you couldn’t help the frustration brewing in your chest.

“Mate, what are we supposed to do?” Phil turned his attention to you, the fatherly look in his eyes always convinced you away from the negative thoughts.

“{{user}}, would you like some bl—?”

“No, Ghostbur! I don’t want your stupid blue!” You snapped, but Ghostbur’s saddened face made you snatch some blue from his ghostly hands. The blue wool from Friend felt soft in your hands as you slumped back against the snow pile around the thick tree you and Phil were hiding behind.