Down with the King- Dream SMP

32- Tommy

WARNING: Language

"Dream, answer me!" Tommy pleaded as they rode furiously through the night. "Dream!"

Dream said nothing, only urging Spirit to go faster.

"Dream, I don't understand what the fuck is going on!" Tommy exclaimed, turning to look at the man seated behind him. "Was that really Wilbur I just saw?"

"All will be explained momentarily," Dream finally responded.

"I want answers now!" he demanded. "I'll throw myself from this horse if you don't explain yourself right this goddamn minute."

"You'll do no such thing," Dream growled, clamping a hand on his arm. "Please, Tommy, just wait a while longer. Then you'll see."

"See what?"

Dream grinned, a strange excitement coming into his eyes. "My magnum opus."

"What the fuck is a magnum opus?" Tommy asked, but Dream had chosen to go silent once more. His gaze turned to Ranboo, riding alongside them with a worried expression on his face. He looked over and met Tommy's stare, shrugging helplessly. Clearly, Ranboo had no idea what the king was planning either.

Soon, the trees began to grow closer together and with a start, Tommy realized exactly where they were.

"We're going back to the cabin?" he asked Dream as they rode through the snow. A wolf howled in the distance and he flinched, his hand instinctively reaching down to brush against his metal leg. He hadn't forgotten the last time he'd been alone in these woods, the memory still raw in his mind. 

They rode for a good ten minutes more before finally arriving at the cabin. Dream pulled Spirit to a stop and swiftly dismounted, striding through the snow towards the stone steps.

"What is this place?" Ranboo asked, coming to stand beside Tommy.

"It's Dream's old vacation home," he replied, staring blankly at the dark windows of the cabin. "I stayed here for some time a while back."

"With Dream?" Ranboo asked and he nodded, fear pooling in his gut. Dream had always been so careful to keep the location of the cabin a secret from him, and now they'd ridden to it directly from the castle without any sort of precautions. Either Dream suddenly didn't care about secrecy anymore, or something had really shaken him up. Tommy suspected the latter, though he wished the former were true.

"Come on," Dream commanded, unlocking the front door and stepping inside. Tommy and Ranboo followed, entering the familiar cabin in which he'd made some good memories, surprisingly.

"Dream, what's going on?" Tommy asked once more, refusing to move in further than the doorframe.

"Come with me," Dream said, motioning for them to follow.

"Where are we going?" Ranboo asked, stopping beside Tommy.

"Come with me and I'll explain," Dream said urgently. "Come on!"

"No!" Tommy shook his head. "I need to know what the bloody hell is happening! First the castle blows up, then I see Tubbo and... and I think I see Wilbur, and now you're acting all weird and shit!"

"I'll answer one question," Dream said curtly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Then we have to move!"

"Was that...did I really see Wilbur?" he asked softly, unsure of what he wanted the answer to be.

"Yes, that was Wilbur," Dream nodded. "Now let's go!"

Tommy felt like his world was crashing down around him. Wilbur, his brother, his leader, his role model, his friend... was alive? He had been standing there, just behind Tubbo! They'd both been right there, as if nothing had ever happened. He didn't understand how or why any of it was possible.