sbsb chapter 2 is slow going so here's a snippet to tide yall over
Three-quarters of the way up to Techno's cabin, the sky splits open, tossing thick, heavy snowflakes over every square inch of exposed land. It's an awful, familiar scenario: trudging ankle deep through the drifts, nothing but the clothes on his back and a fire thrumming through his heart to keep him warm. This time, though, the chill doesn't penetrate-- Tubbo had lent Tommy a coat, woolen and cozy, before he'd left.
Tommy draws it around himself now like a life preserver, shuddering into the wool. Palms sweating despite the frigid air, the thin crescents of his fingernails indenting where he keeps clenching his fists.
Granted, its less of a plan and more of a rapid slide back into old habits. Stealing has always been his personal fallback.
Which brings him here, marching through the pale ghost of a forest, feet sliding where layers of slush have hardened into ice. Great clumps of snow fall around him; latticeworks of frost spiral through his lungs. By the time he reaches the clearing where Techno's cabin squats, his fingers, toes, and the tip of his nose have all gone painfully numb.
"Fucking sick of this snow shit," Tommy mumbles to himself, sucking in another lungful of frosty air. Prime knows it's saturated enough of his life. He sinks to a crouch, shifting to hide behind a half-dead thornbush. From this vantage point, he can just make out Techno's front door-- if anyone comes in or out, he'll be the first to tell.
Now it's just a matter of waiting.
