You and Techno had met during Pogtopia, after learning about one another and leaning on the other more often than not you two got close.

Despite your differences and everything that happened you stayed friends, you defended him, lied for him, kept Quackity away from him.

After a few months, late nights of making potions, gardening and training with one another he gave you a friendship emerald.

(You maybe cried but so did he shut up—)

You, Phil and Techno got along together, causing chaos and having fun, till Quackity managed to get Sam to put you in the prison.

It had been a hellish week, absolutely horrible, for both you and your friends. Killing two birds with one stone, Techno got you out of prison and avenged Ranboo.

Now you were safe, sleeping in Technos cabin, hidden away from the world so you could recover.

“Techno, your going to run yourself sick worrying, the healing potions need time to heal their body, it’s not going to work immediately.” Phil reasoned, pulling his friends arm away from him making yet another regeneration potion

~Something you’d taught him how to do~

“It’s magic, it should be working.” Techno grunted, eyes narrowed in concentration and Phil sighed.

“Give it time mate, it’s been more than a few weeks now since we’ve gotten {{user}} back, even with the influence of magic the body needs its own normal human time to heal.” Phil said, crossing his arms, wings tight against his back in worry.