Tommy's Guide to Owning a Pet Army

How it All Began- or Whatever

Tommy felt neglected, alone. He never really knew that he craved touch until it was taken away from him.

He sat in his tent, shivering, hugging himself as he tried to find some heat from the torch he had hastily crafted. He clutched Wilbur's jacket, snuggling his face into it to try to make himself believe someone was there comforting him.

As the rain pounded down harder on to his tent (or tnret, as he liked to call it) when suddenly the fabric ripped, splashing a very large amount of water onto his head.

He just blinked, got up, and walked away. He shuffled into the little blue tent in logstedshire, and sat down inside of it. It was cramped, and as someone with severe claustrophobia, it wasn't exactly the most amazing place to stay. He stared at the ground outside of the little trailer, right where his hidden bunker was. He had almost everything he needed to be able to fight dream and go home to L'manberg.

He had been training hard every day, practicing archery, swinging his sword at the training dummies he constructed, and memorizing every single potion recipe by heart. He has been collecting supplies to upgrade his gear and has stockpiled potions. He was ready.

He laid down, still clutching the trench coat and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow would be the last day he stayed in this hell-hole.

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He woke up feeling refreshed.

This wasn't good. The last time he had slept this well, a few hours later Wilbur had blown up L'manburg.

"No, no, you're just being paranoid", He said to himself as he got up from the small dark blue tent. He had been laying on top of the coat, which was now slightly damp and caked with dirt. He sighed, grabbing the coat and smacking it, causing loose bits of dirt to fall off, semi-cleaning it. He then put it on and went to mine for some diamonds.

As he emerged from the mine, squinting and covering his face with his hand as he blinked rapidly to adjust his eyes to the powerful rays of the sun. He had gotten a pretty good amount of diamonds, enough to finally make a full set of armor and tools. He had already spent countless hours in the nether collecting ancient debris to make enough netherite to upgrade all his stuff, so he was finally ready. He had an enchanting table in one of the chests that he could use as soon as he had gotten enough levels, as well as some enchanted books that he got from trading with some villagers.

As he broke the cobblestone in the trailer to get down into his bunker, he suddenly heard the whoosh of a nether portal. He suddenly froze, before throwing his items into the chest and springing out of the hole in floor before quickly replacing the hole with cobblestone and sprinting towards the portal where Dream was standing patiently, staring down Tommy with his emotionless porcelain mask, although Tommy could feel the glare that was penetrating through him.

"Hello Dream, lovely day isn't it? Why don't we go to my tent and patch it up?" Tommy said, trying to distract Dream from the obvious fact that he just emerged from a secret room hidden under his trailer.

"Tommy..."

"Yes Dream?"

"What was that?"

"I can explain!"

"Explain what? That you hid things from me? I thought we were friends! I gave you armor! I visited you when no one else would! In case you forgot, nobody cares about you- they all left you except for me."

"Of course, but-"

"But nothing Tommy. You need to be taught a lesson."

As soon as he said that Dream pulled out some TNT and a pickaxe and started walking towards the trailer. He started to dig down until he hit a secret room that definitely wasn't the room that had about two months of Tommy's hard work in it.

When Dream finished looking through his chests, he took the tnt and started to light it, jumping out of the room as it blew up, walking away from it like a fucking power rangers fight scene.

Tommy was enthralled, and started immediately running towards the explosion as he tried to save some stuff, as he had basically thrown his life towards harvesting the materials. As the backlash of the explosion hit him, he saw a flash of white, then a sword slashing his face, right across his eyes. He blacked out.

!!AUTHORS NOTE!!

Ha ha, words are funny, aren't they? Enjoy this, because your benevolent author gave you this. No need to thank me. Also, I do not care how many words there, but if you do, I will tell you.

REMEMBER- This fic has absolutely no schedule. I write when I want,  no