𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖘𝖒𝖕 | reimagined

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙

Tubbo and Tommy slowly came off their snow bikes, sinking into the knee high snow, assessing the damage which they'd already expected to be met with.

"He's gone mad." Tommy said as he approached the ruins which were once his home. The entrance into the grotto he'd carved into the mountain side had been collapsed, covered with heavy stones as if it had never been there at all. Tubbo stood beside Tommy, turning away from the rubble and peering out into the darkness toward the faint outlines of the snowy mountains, an unreadable expression on his face.

 "What now Tubbo? I mean-" Tommy stuttered out, his thoughts finally catching up with him. He too turned away from the rubble, cupping his mouth within his palm to stop all the words hed like to say from pouring out all at once. "- what does he want us to do now?" Tommy asked, looking towards Tubbo who was yet burning holes into the mountain ranges.

"I don't know." Tubbo replied, firmly. "I really don't know." Finally Tubbo looked towards the grotto, scrunching his face at the putrid taste which lay on his tongue.
There were a few more moments of silence as the two boys wondered how much could've possibly been avoided, before they had to stand before a conglomerate of the likes of Dream. "But I do know one thing Tommy." Tubbo shook his head, pursing his lips. "It certainly isn't peace he's looking for." And with that, Tubbo departed, slipping into the cover of midnight shadows.

Tommy approached the rubble, slightly weary of the unstable structure. He had no torch, having to rely on the dull luminescence from the moon. He placed his finger tips onto the stones, dusty with ash from the probable fire, fueled by Tommy's valuables. He trailed along the wall of stones, until his finger tips reached a definite man made carving in the stone. He hesitantly lay his palm onto the carvings, dusting them off, and moving aside so the moonlight could hit them. He felt a tightness in his chest, and a rage threading itself between the atoms of his being, breaking him down flesh and bone to become a simple creature of a simple goal, to create a flaming hot vendetta.

On a series of stones was carved a note which read; "Dear Tommy,

"I have found your precious disks, and they are safe in a location whoms access is far beyond your reach. Even if you wanted to. I have decided to be lenient with you Tommy, you are young, you have potential, you have landed yourself here with the same nativity which I built my own kingdom with. I want you to experience your power Tommy, but for you to live long enough to obtain such power, you're going to have to know where you stand in the great scheme of things. And that is far beneath me.
So, I propose to you a deal. You shall give me your precious netherite chest plate and in return I'll spare your disks.
If these requirements are not met within fourty eight hours, I will be lighting them aflame, and eventually you with them.
Don't be an idiot Tommy, you live under my rule, don't violate it.
Our meeting point will be at my armory building.

- Dream was taken. "

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It had become morn. Tommy and Tubbo sat in a cafe which overlooked the town square, which was enclosed by Dream's buildings. Tall, square, grey buildings with blackened windows and little activity at the entrance. You would see small gaggles of monotone business men entering from time to time, but you would never see them leave. Dream wasn't in these buildings though, he never needed to interact with his tycoon's, he had teams upon teams of goon's which handled his affairs for him. Where he reside was somewhere out by the snowy mountain ranges, where Tommy had lived.

"So are you going to give in?" Tubbo asked, leaning down to blow on the scorching hot coffee in front of him. Tommy wiped his nose, focused on the crowds of people which flocked in and out of the town square, dragging their feet behind them which had grown heavy within Dream's shackles. "It's alright if you do Tommy, I'll still consider you as brave as always." Tubbo smiled softly, placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder, which pulled the blond back from his disassociation.