Tubbo was travelling through the forest in the overworld, gathering some resources. He glanced at his map and followed the path that was marked on the map. He entered a clearing when he heard a twig snap behind him. "Who's there?" Tubbo asked nervously as he turned around, gripping his sword tightly. He headed towards where he had heard the sound. He looked around to find a scrap of red material caught on a thorny bush. Tubbo carefully took the fabric and put it in his bag. He stood up and looked around nervously before deciding to keep moving. He glanced at the simple graph-like map that fundy had given him and realised that he was near where the blood vines were growing. Tubbo quickly headed away from where the crimson plants were growing and started gathering some resources. He was about to collect some wood when someone came up behind Tubbo and knocked him out.

Fundy tried again to open the cupboard door, but it had been locked tightly from the outside. He whimpered and tried to sit down more comfortably. Why would someone close him in a cupboard, unless they had something to hide? Whoever had locked Fundy in, also had taken his communicator, so he couldn't even call for help. Plus, no-one was meant to come into this room until the next day, so unless someone came in without permission, he was completely stuck for over twelve hours. To add to that, Fundy already felt like the walls were closing in, making the already-small cupboard feel even smaller. He had already tried to call for help, but no-one had heard. He sighed and wrapped his tail around him, trying to get comfortable. He was in for a very long night.

"Shouldn't Tubbo be back by now?" Tommy asked Dream, for about the fiftieth time. Dream sighed and glared at Tommy. "Stop asking me Tommy, I've told you, I don't know. It's his choice if he wants to arrive back late, he's the one who's going to risk being infected. Tommy still looked worried. "But Dream, shouldn't we send someone to look for him or something? What if he's lost?" Dream tried to block out Tommy's irritating voice. Of course Tubbo was fine, the kid had survived a fricking war for goodness sake. At least, he hoped that Tubbo was ok...

Ant sat down in the main area of the base that he had built for people who were willing to protect the Egg, feeling exhausted from guarding it non-stop for three days. In fact, this was the first time he had rested in days. Ant sighed, placing his axe next to his chair. He felt so tired, but he knew that the Egg was more important. The only reason he allowed himself to sleep was so that he didn't die, then there would be no-one to protect the Egg. "⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ. ↸ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ ╎ᓭ ⎓ᒷᔑ∷ᒷ↸, ʖ⚍ℸ ̣ ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ ∴⍑𝙹 ⎓ᒷᔑ∷ ╎ℸ ̣. ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ. ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ᔑꖎꖎ ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ᒲᔑꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ᓭ⚍⎓⎓ᒷ∷, ╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ↸𝙹, ||𝙹⚍ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ʖᒷ ∷ᒷ∴ᔑ∷↸ᒷ↸ ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ ꖌ╎ꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ᓭꖎᔑ|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ʖꖎᒷᒷ↸ ʖꖎᒷᒷ↸ ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⍑". Ant heard the Egg in his mind as he fell asleep, and silently hoped that nothing would happen to it while he was asleep.