Feldspar awoke in a jolt. His breath heavy as he gasped for air like it was the last. He quickly looked down at himself. No blood? But wasn’t he just decapitated? How is he alive? Last he remembered was an execution.

He doesn’t get to process that, instead, he’s hearing the sounds of panicking and questions beside him.

that voice. He whipped his head up to see a blonde barbarian. Feldspar’s eyes widened at the sight. Tweek? No, Tweek died over a year ago.. why is he here? Why does he look younger? And why is Tweek calling him Craig? Feldspar hasn’t used that name since he was a teen.

Despite all the confusion in his brain, the thief spoke, realizing his own voice seemed a little higher pitched than he last remembered.

“What?”