Lost

Chapter 11

*~ A Much Needed Rest ~*

- Techno's POV -

Once I was done reading the book I just kinda sat there staring at the campfire slightly confused. It didn't take me too long to read everything that had been written down in the book. It only took about 30 minutes.

I snapped out of my daze and put the book back into Ranboo's bag. I then got up and set his bag down next to him. I walked back over to where I was sitting and I sat back down. I decided I was going to try and wrap my head around the contents of Ranboo's journal.

Like how in the world has he not died yet. Also, how did he make eye contact with an enderman without it getting aggressive? He looks like one of his parents might be an enderman, but they still attack hybrids so I don't think that would help him. I don't even know if the things in his journal really happened or if he just writes in it for fun.

'Don't question Ranboo's memory book, it's rude.' One of the voices spoke, slightly upset.

"And looking through someone else's things isn't?" I responded in a sarcastic tone.

'You saved his life so I don't think it is.'

'Even if techno saved Ranboo's life it was still rude.' Another voice interjected.

'But techno didn't know whether Ranboo was a threat or not, he was just being safe.' The voices started to argue, not wanting to back down from the fight they started.

"Could all of you just shut the hell up?" I said in a slightly aggravated tone. This didn't help at all and the voices only grew louder and louder with every second that passed. And soon they started to blend together as they yelled over each other.

I sighed and stood up. I've lived with these stupid voices long enough to know that once they get into a heated argument they'll continue fighting for hours at a time. I stretched a little and then started walking over to where the cave continued and took down part of the blockade and walked through. I wasn't in the mood to deal with the voices fighting so I decided to try and distract them by doing some mining.

- Ranboo's POV -

I woke up surrounded by darkness and... warmth? I then realized that there was something on top of me. I pushed the cover partially out of the way so I could examine my surroundings. As soon as it was off of my face I could feel just how cold it was in the area I was in. To be fair it was nowhere as near as cold as it was when I passed out, but it wasn't nearly as warm as it was under the blankets so I decided to stay under them.

The first thing I noticed when I started to look around was the campfire that was right in front of me. Then I looked around a little more and noticed that I was inside of a cave. I sat up a little bit and noticed that the entrance to the cave was blocked off, and also that there was someone else's bag sitting near the campfire.

Speaking of bags, where's mine? It doesn't feel like I have it on. I start scanning the cave for it, and almost immediately I notice that it was laying down right next to me. I also noticed that there was some food also sitting next to it.

Whoever brought me here must've put the food there for me, so I grabbed it and started eating. It was nice to finally eat something other than random fruits I found. I was also quite glad that I wouldn't be as hungry as I was before.

It then dawned on me that whoever saved me probably looked through my bag, and if they did they might have read my memory book. Witch is fine they saved my life it's only fair that they get to look through my things to see if I'm a threat, and I wouldn't care if they read the book about the Dreamon war.

But I seriously don't like the idea that they might of read my memory book. It just rubs me the wrong way. But I wouldn't blame them if they did, I don't think I wrote anything in it that would tell people not to read it so they would've had no idea that I didn't want people reading it.

This thought made me grab my memory and write in bold letters on the front cover 'DO NOT READ'. Once I did that I put the book back in my bag and got back under the covers. I wasn't tired and I wasn't in the mood to read so I just stared at the campfire unsure of what else to do.

After what was probably a few hours of me staring at the campfire I slowly started to become tired. I yawned, my jaw cracking slightly due to the action, causing me to wince and place my hand on it. I turned over, now facing away from the campfire I closed my eyes and snuggled up a little closer to the blankets.

I tried to fall asleep but couldn't. So I just laid there, twitching every once in a while. Normally I would probably be upset that I couldn't sleep, but I wasn't today because that meant I could enjoy being warm and cosy longer than I would have I was sleeping.

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