A Crack In The Ice

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WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER:
MENTIONS OF STABBING, BLADES AND BLOOD. THERE WILL BE INDICATORS FOR WHEN THE PART STARTS AND ENDS
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Tommy's POV
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Ugh, why does my head feel so heavy..

It's so cold

What the...

I opened my eyes to bright white light. Snow. I looked around

What happened??
I shook off the confusion and went to walk back to the hotel...

What the??
Why the Fuck am I tied to a fucking tree. I tried to wiggle my way out but the ropes were tight. Who the fuck did this?

A twig snapped off to the side. I whipped my head in the direction of the noise

"Is someone there???"

The bushes rustle and I see a shadow step out from the foliage.

It's....

THIRD POV
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The teen freezes. instantly recognising who walked out.

"D-Dream...?"

"Long time no see Tommy, how ya been?" Dream says, ignoring the bitter expression on the youngers face. "What the fuck do you want bitch?!"

Dream dropped his smile. "I see you haven't changed... well while I've stuck in that prison I've been planning on what I'll do when I get out. And do you want to know what the first thing on that list was?"

Tommy remains silent, eyes not daring to stray from the figure in front of him.

"Get revenge" Dream then opens his inventory and pulls out an enchanted Netherite sword. "Ya'know, it's funny. I used to think I needed to keep you around so I could have my fun, but now I really don't care anymore. You took away all my things. I lost the power, the control I had over others. And now, I'll take away your life..." he says with a malicious grin

"Say hi to Wilbur for me"

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He raises the sword and plunges it into Tommy's stomach. Tommy coughs, blood drips from his mouth. It begins to pool, a red stain growing on his shirt.

He watches with a sick smile as Tommy writhes, trying to remove the sword from his stomach. Dream twists his grip on the hilt and watches Tommy eyes widen.

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Tommy lets out a loud blood curdling scream of pure agony.