𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖘𝖒𝖕 | reimagined

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔: 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊

Tommy stepped out from the revolving doors which gave way into Dreams weaponry building. It was completely silent other then the sound of the brushes at the bottom of the revolving doors, and the nearly frantic tapping of computer keys at the reception. The reception was deadly silent even though it was swarmed with people, wandering around like robots programmed with a specific task which would keep them from imploding. The room itself was grey yet filled with plastic greenery along with a few unwelcoming seating areas peppered around the reception, and then of course the complimentary militants who marched in and out of corridors. The reception itself was a large half moon shaped marble desk, lining the top was thick bullet proof glass to keep the monotone gaggle of women behind the desk safe. Tommy was sure that the glass was in reality there to instead keep the women from coming out guns ablaze, working in such a melancholy place as this one.

Tommy cleared his throat and fixed his, his gaze flickering around uncertainly as if he expected Dream to attack him at any given moment. Tubbo squeezed through the revolving doors, stumbling in awkwardly as he looked over the room and its depressing interior, which frankly made him wanted to burst into laughter at the ridicule it made of mankind. Tommy turned his head to face Tubbo, giving the boy a slightly nervous and uncertain smile before nodding as a confirmation that he was ready to move forward, sealing whatever mess hed woven himself into.

They began to head for the reception, but before they could reach it they were stopped by a group of militants, their guns rattling mellowly with bullets. Their eyes were just barley visible within the line which separated their helmets from their masks, their pupils all thin and filled with a piercing frost. "Tommyinnit, and Tubbo?" A deep, husky voice boomed between the deafening silence. Tommy said nothing, simply nodding and biting at the inside of his cheek until he could taste blood on his tongue. "Alright, come with us, Dream is expecting you." The words had barley left their mouths before they sprung into action, the boys suddenly being hauled across the lacquered floors by the militants rough and calloused hands.

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Wilbur stood outside of Dreams office, aggressively biting at his nail-beds, his eyes switching between the corridor on his left and on his right as he hoped and prayed that Tommy knew better then to show up. Tommy's best bet would be to flee the country, travel the wastelands until he had wandered himself lost and would never be able to return to the city. George stood beside Wilbur, standing so still you would think he had turned to stone. His eyes were glued onto the wall in front of him and you could tell he was biting back a grin. Wilbur glanced towards George and huffed.

"How does a man become such a malevolent disease as you." Wilbur spat, yet George stayed still, no reaction, just like Dream would. Wilbur noticed this and bit back the hell hed like to hurl towards George and the man who sat beyond the door behind him. He stood pondering to himself where men like George came from and if they were bred into this world like devoted hell hounds, starving for bodies to devote themselves to, or if they were born individuals who slowly realized they were not individual enough.

A few more moments of silence passed before the dull sound of footsteps coming closer became evident. Wilbur squeezed his eyes shut, yet couldn't keep them closed for very long, the horrors which hed imagined were to come being burned into the back of his eyelids. "Look alive." George muttered bitterly, as Tommy and Tubbo turned the corner, the militants slowly dissipating as their duty had been fulfilled. Wilbur smiled weakly towards the two boys, who he realized hed only heard tales of up until now. Tommy and Tubbo stopped in front of the two men at the entrance, their eyes glossed over with both a bravery and cowardice, a lust for blood but not their own. 

"Welcome, Dream is ready for you." George spoke softly, stepping aside so the two boys could enter. Wilbur followed suite, defying the violent churning he felt in his stomach. The two boys stepped forward and pushed the doors open, slowly being consumed behind the walls of Dreams office and as the doors shut it left them as nothing but hushed whispers among crowds. Soon to be forgotten.

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Dream was stood at the great big window which expanded over the entire wall ahead of the two boys. His back was turned and his hands were tucked within each other, his thumb gently rubbing circles on his knuckles. As the door slammed shut, he turned to finally face the boys, with the same pleasant smile he always managed to produce. "Boys." He breathed. "Please, have a seat." He spoke swiftly, taking his place at his own seat at the other side of the desk. 

The two boys wearily stepped towards the two leather seats, dusting off the leather as if they expected there to be blades hidden beneath it. They sat down slowly, watching as Dream drew himself closer to them. A moment passed as Dream accessed the two, their finger tips twitching as they itched to wrap around Dreams throat, wanting to rid him of that godforsaken smile. Dream sighed and itched at his head, leaning his elbows onto the desk. "Well, im not going to avoid the elephant in the room." Dream spoke as he stuck out a finger and curled it towards himself before ramming it down into the desk, leaving a dent in its wake. "The armor, please." Dream demanded, his voice dropping notably lower. 

Tommy shifted uncomfortably. "Show me you have the disks first, i need to know theyre safe." Dream sat unmoving for a few moments, seemingly stuck in time. He finally sprung back into animation and pursed his lips before reaching beneath the breast of his blazer and pulling out both Mellohi and cat. Unscathed. Tommy released a tense breath hed been holding since they entered the building. Dream slid the disks back into his blazer, adjusting it till he looked proper once more. 

"Alright, no more funny business Tommy. Give me my armor." There was a beat. Then two. Tommys heart thumped against his chest, adrenaline coursed through his veins. 

He then stood up abruptly, and in one swift move he initiated the battle.

A scarlet color splattered across the walls, pale white bones escaped their bodies, or gave away with loud cracks, their bodies pulsed and breathed with purple and blue bruises, their flesh squelched as it was pierced by blades, their ears rung as bullets passed them, their eyes flashed with blinding overexposure and a blackened rage. No one knew how long they fought for, but it was long enough for their clothes to soak with their blood. Like a raging storm, they danced around the room, unremitting until it finally drew to a calm. The dark storm clouds departed, the rage which blinded them allowed them to see the damage which was done, and the pain in their bodies finally bit through the numbness.

Tommy lay on the ground, his left eye sticky with puss, and his face slick with blood and sweat. He propped himself up onto his elbows and was able to distinguish Dreams figure towering above him. His face was contorted into a crazed, maddened fury, as he adjusted the cuffs on his white button up, his nostrils flared wildly and his eyes twitched, widened and narrowed. He seemed nearly untouched, beside the large scar which stretched from his left eye to his chin, fresh and still bleeding. Tommy fell back to the ground, his strength seeping from his body. He managed to loll his head around to see if Tubbo had survived. 

Tubbo lay a small distance away from him, yet breathing, but badly bruised and bloody. He was sat upright against the wall beside him, unconscious and presumably been launched into the wall. Dream crouched down beside Tommy, his large, cold hand forcefully cupping Tommys face to turn the boys withering conscious to him. "Forgive me, Tommy." Dream said, an angry frown on his lips which quivered with a million other words, breathing heavily and rashly. Dream let Tommys face fall back to the ground with a thump, standing back up and lifting his heavy boot over Tommys head. Tommy closed his eyes and awaited the impact. 

Yet, it never came.

The door flew open, George was frantically trying to convince Wilbur to return, but Wilbur was already halfway through the office, stopping a short distance away from Dream whoms boot was yet hovering above Tommy's head. "You cant do this." Wilbur said decidedly, causing Dream to remove his boot from over Tommy.

"And why is that, Wilbur." Dream more or less demanded, then questioned.

"Because, Dream." Wilbur shouted in disbelief. "Look around! What the fuck are you doing?" Dream just stared blankly in return to Wilbur's outburst. 

"If you want to save the boys, I get to kill you instead." Dream proposed. Wilburs breath grew labored.

"Fine."

a/n.

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