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Chapter 3

{A/N: For plot purposes, Sam and Tommy have already started building the Hotel}

"Hey, she's over here guys!" i heard a distant shout. "Hey Y/N, your back!"

i looked over to where i heard the voice and saw Quackity, so i smiled and waved at him. He beamed and jogged down the hill he was standing on. i looked behind him and saw Bad, Skeppy, Nikki, Tubbo, Tommy, Sam, Jack and Ranboo. Some were running over to you and some were walking.

"Hey, guys, what are you all doing together?" i chuckled, shocked. It was a rare sight to see so many people with each other.

"We were looking for you." Tubbo grinned.

"We thought you hadn't come back yet; I was so worried." Nikki sighed, checking me over for injuries.

"Are you ok?" Bad asked. "You didn't come back last night.

"We're just glad you're not hurt." Ranboo sighed in relief.

"We couldn't have anything bad happening to a woman, that would ruin my reputation." Tommy groaned.

"How are you doing after last night?" Sam asked.

"You looked angry-" Jack pointed out.

"g-guys, calm down." i chuckled nervously, waving my hands in front of me. "I-I'm fine, really, I am." i flushed red, not used to all the attention.

"Okay good," Tommy said. "Sam, can we get back go business."

"Hmm?" Sam hummed in confusion.

"The hotel? Remember?" Tommy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah," Sam mumbled.

"Jesus Christ- fucking Americans-"

"Hotel?" i cut Tommy off.

"Right, you don't know. We're building a hotel, over Dreams old house." Tommy smiles.

"And he won't shut up about it." Quackity snickers and Tommy stutters, embarrassed.

"Shut up, Big Q-"

"Over Dreams house." i repeated and everyone falls silent for a moment.

"Oh..." Tubbo looks at Tommy, awkwardly.

"Uh... yeah." Tommy touches his neck, nervously.

"You're umm." Bad doesn't know what to say.

"Are you okay with that?" Nikki asks. "We know you two were close-"

"What? Of course, I'm okay with it." i forced a chuckle, but no one was really convinced. "Oh my God- you guys, you really think I care about the bastard after everything he's done?"

"I mean, you guys have known each other since you were kids." Skeppy points out.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I still care about him now, he hurt you guys. You really think Id choose that green bitch over all of you?" i laughed. "I'm fine with it, the hotel, that is. Why are you building it anyway?"

"Well, I thought, since pretty much everyone's house is... well, blown up, I thought people could stay there, in the hotel." Tommy clarifies.

"See? And it's for a good reason. Seriously, I don't care about that house, it looks horrible since its just rubble and debris." i smiled.

"If you're sure," Tommy says, before turning his attention back to Sam. "Ok, so..."

i sighed, smiling. "Ok, well, I'm going to bed, I'm tired. Thanks for the concern though guys."

"No problem." Nikki smiled and everyone, soon, went there separate ways.

Once i was sure i was alone, i flopped into the sandy surface, lying on my back. i looked at the sky, as the stars started flickering into view. i inhaled, deeply, and closed my eyes, exhaling.

"You're not okay with it are you?" i jumped and opened my eyes, sitting up quickly. i looked up next to me and saw Bad, frowning, his cloak swaying in the wind. "The hotel."

"You scared me." i chuckled, avoiding the question. Bad said nothing as he sat down, next to me.

"Answer me." his white, glowing eyes, meeting mine. His tone was serious, but it was also laced with concern. i grimaced, before groaning and laying down on my back.

"It's not like I can do anything about it. It's for a good thing. Tommy's doing it to help others. Plus, he looked really happy about it. I haven't seen the kid smile like that in ages." i sigh and Bad hums. "And I wouldn't be that mean, to ruin this for him, even though he is an ass."

"Language, Y/N," Bad says, warningly and i laugh. "Are you ok though, seriously? The way you reacted yesterday before Dream was put in prison, everyone is worried about you, you were really close with him."

"You're a really nice person, Bad." i look at him, and he blushes, slightly, at the compliment. "I barely know you, but you're being so nice to me, why?"

"I don't know, I guess I just don't like seeing people upset," he admits, laying down next to me.

"How could you tell I was upset?" i asked, confused. i thought i had put a fairly good act.

"I... I can just tell, I guess..." he muttered, looking away from me. i could tell there was something wrong.

"Are you ok?"

{EDITED}