The meeting at Treaty Point had just ended, and FWhip wasn't entirely sure what had happened.

One second everyone was yelling, then the guy with horns called Scott was talking about past selves or something, and now FWhip was on his way home with a version of Sausage from 1,000 years ago.

He probably should have paid better attention when the others were explaining what was going on, but there was a shiny bug crawling on the wall near him, and he had gotten distracted. Then Jimmy had said something dumb, and FWhip just had to poke fun at him, then Sausage stepped up all heroically and ended the fight in FWhip's favor, and now FWhip had a copy of Sausage following him around.

FWhip was very confused, and it didn't help to have the hottest guy in the world- well, technically, the past self of the hottest guy in the world- hanging around with him.

All of a sudden he realized that he had been walking in the wrong direction the entire time, and that the tram to Gobland was in the opposite direction.

Stopping and turning around, FWhip began going back, and walked right into a wall. Staggering back a step, FWhip blinked and looked up at the wall, which turned out to be Sausage of Mythland, who had stopped when FWhip turned around.

Holy gold, I'm standing less than an inch away from Sausage.

FWhip turned bright red and backed several steps away, trying to find something to say. Sausage's past self looked at him for a long moment, before saying, "You like the future version of me."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. FWhip nodded, not even bothering to try to hide it. Surprisingly enough, this didn't seem to bother Sausage of Mythland. He said, "I'm going to assume he doesn't know?" FWhip nodded again, and Mythland Sausage looked amused for half a second before the expression vanished, so fast FWhip wondered if he had imagined it.

"You should ask him out." Sausage said. FWhip's eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously.

"He probably doesn't even like me that way. I don't even know if he likes boys at all!" FWhip said, more than slightly panicked at the thought of confessing.

Now Mythland Sausage was definitely amused. "If my reincarnation is anything like me at all, then he is absolutely gay, and he definitely likes you. Try being more friendly, and hanging out with him more. You two will be dating in no time!"

"You really think so?" FWhip asked. This seemed too good to be true.

Sausage of Mythland nodded. "I know so."

At that moment, FWhip made a decision. Turning around again, he began heading for a lava pool not too far away. Sausage's past self trailed him, and handing him a bucket of water when they got there.

Making obsidian was easy, and mining it was even easier, since FWhip was a goblin. Using a bit of blaze powder in the portal frame to make it access the nether roof instead of the more dangerous nether area, he activated the portal and jumped through.

Sausage of Mythland followed him through, and once in the nether, FWhip began in the direction of Sanctuary, which wasn't far since he had already walked a bunch in that direction while distracted.

If what he says is true, and I actually have a chance with Sausage...

Determination filled him, and FWhip looked ahead, to where the official portal to Sanctuary was appearing on the horizon.

I'm going to get a boyfriend.