Turn Back Time: It Was Never Meant To Be

Chapter 10

However, once he reached home, he found that Tubbo was already there. Wilbur was bandaging a cut on his arm.

"Please tell me you got them," Tubbo said. "Please tell me I didn't almost die for nothing."

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. The discs and his best friend both came out of this alive.

"And, what the hell, is that a netherite chestplate?" his friend asked.

Tommy smiled. "Why yes it is. It belongs to none other than Dream. And, on top of that, I got all of the discs back."

Wilbur looked up at this, ready to say something, but then took in what his brother looked like. "Tommy, you look like hell. I can't believe you guys right now. But did you kick Dream's ass? I wish I was there to see it," Wilbur asked excitedly. Tommy guessed that Tubbo told him everything.

Ignoring Wilbur, Tommy nodded and said "I have to hide them. Somewhere safe." He remembered Tubbo's shoe he had stuffed in his back pocket and tossed it to him.
"I assume my shoe played a big part in you finding them," Tubbo said, catching the shoe.

"Nope. It was all me. No help from a shoe at all," he joked.

Offended, he threw the shoe back at Tommy.

"Stop moving!" Wilbur hissed, who was still bandaging his arm.

Tommy threw back the shoe once again and said a thank you, to which Tubbo boasted.

Wilbur finished helping Tubbo and stood up. "I have a place for your discs," he said. He adjusted his hair under his beanie and led them outside. Tommy thought he was leading them to the bench, but instead went past it. He scanned the trees and area around them to check for any signs of Dream's men, or Dream himself. How Tubbo was able to get away and why Dream seemed to disappear, he didn't know. Dream's chestplate glowed brightly in the dimming sky.

He led them to the edge of the hill, just past the bench. Then, he began to carefully skid his way down. The terrain was rough and rocky. Tommy and Tubbo stayed on the grass. Wilbur made his way to an indent in the rock covered by brush. He reached his hands inside and pulled out a small crate. "Phil used to send me on 'treasure hunts' when I was a kid. This was one of the spots he hid them," Wilbur said. He held out the crate to Tommy, who hesitantly dropped the discs in. Then he placed the crate back and covered it with rocks and leaves. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

It pained Tommy to be separated from his discs. He knew it was to keep them safe, but he had just gotten them back.

Wilbur went back to the house, but Tommy and Tubbo stayed outside. They moved and sat down on their bench. The air was crisp, and the sun was starting to set. Normally on nights like these, when the wind was quiet and the world seemed to be peaceful, Tommy would play a disc in the jukebox that sat to the left of the bench. But considering the events of today, he was too worried to bring the discs into open air.

"So, are you going to tell me how you managed to get away?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, dude, it was so cool. Except for the part where they slashed my arm. That hurt." Tubbo then went on to expressively explain how he lost them in the forest and hid in a hollow tree trunk, and made his way back.

Tommy laughed. "Tubbo, what have we gotten ourselves into?"

Tubbo stayed the night again. Despite thinking he wouldn't be able to sleep, Tommy fell asleep almost instantly. His dreams were about the discs, and Dream shooting him with a crossbow in the stomach...

He was awoken by Tubbo shaking him vigorously. "Dude, come on, you need to see this."

He rolled out of bed and was shocked by how much his legs hurt. He had never been this sore in his entire life. He looked out the window, and his heart stopped. The window viewed the bench to the left and part of their small farm to the right. In between, the grass was destroyed. Every inch seemed to be dug up and effortlessly placed down again. Clumps and piles of dirt now covered the once green land. Tommy ran to the front of the house, and the same went for the yard too. The ground had been churned up and thrown back down. It struck him that Dream knew he hid the discs, and had thought he had buried them.

Disregarding the catastrophe that was their land, only one thing was on Tommy's mind: the discs. Not even putting on a jacket, Tommy marched outside in his nightclothes. The fury and helplessness feeling in his body was enough to shield him from the bite of the morning air. Tubbo followed closely behind. When he reached the hiding spot, he saw that there was no hiding spot left. The side of the hill was completely carved and hollowed out. The hole the crate was in no longer existed.

Panicking, Tommy started frantically looking around for any signs of Dream or the discs. He turned towards the bench, and almost skipped over what sat on top of it. The crate was discarded, but on the bench sat five discs. His discs. They were perfectly arranged in a line. Mellohi and Cat were missing.

Dream only ends up with two discs in the end, hence why he gave back five of them. The part of the hiding spot being carved out and the ground being churned up is when Dream in the streams quite literally dug out every square inch of land under Tommy's house to find the discs.