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--Y/N POV ---

At first, I thought it was all a dream. Sinister voices would scream my name, telling me to let them in. Telling would be an under exaggeration. It was more of a blood-thirsty demand, a scream even. It terrified me when they began. I still am, but they're getting more bearable. The voices would yell threats to shame me, but I knew better. They craved my fright; they feasted off of it. For the first few weeks, I let them get a taste of it. I concealed it, though. I hid the screaming voices in my head away from all to see. I couldn't let anyone know. I don't want people to fear me anymore. 

Outside of the voices, life just repeated itself on its daily schedule. We would have an occasional visit from Niki, which I always looked forward to. She could always brighten up anyone's day with the incredible food she makes. Meanwhile, Tommy would spark mini-wars with Dream and the rest of us. They are always playful wars. Tommy had discovered these rare disks one day as he ventured with his friend, Tubbo. The disks are original copies. They are made of the finest endstone material from the end itself. Only our ancestors have made it to such a dangerous land. Legend says that there is a beautiful dragon encrusted with the darkest shade of black scales. She rules the land of the end protecting her most valued egg. Now every stronghold is blocked off, leaving no entrance for anyone. It was too risky for anyone to step foot in there without the proper gear, which no one possesses. 

The valued disks sparked a form of jealousy in Dream. When Tommy declined all of his rich offers, they had grown in value. Tommy basically worshiped these disks. Cat and Mellohi were the names. The gentle melody of these disks when played causes chills to go on anyone within fifty feet. Cat is my favorite of the two. It was played at the masquerade the night I met Dream and the others. 

Even with all the "wars", I would still make Tommy join me for gardening. He would argue against it on some days, but always knew I would win. Not only did the garden refresh its memories, but it gave me the chance to catch up with all of the drama. 

One sunny July afternoon, Tommy had a different idea of gardening. Wilbur and Tommy decided on making a drug business. They weren't exactly drugs as he called them. It was those weird potions that I had heard about. I wondered how he would get the material, due to the fact of a good portion being located in the nether.

"The cartel, (Y/N)!" He shouted with pride in his voice. "We will 'barrow' from everyone in the area and sell our drugs!"

At first, the idea of a cartel sounded funny, but with a few minutes of thought, it sounded ridiculously stupid.

"You can't have a cartel with only yourself, Tommy."

"Oh, I have my connections woman," he addresses as a small man with a navy blue beanie suddenly appears from behind him. "Big Q, meet (Y/N)!"

"Tommy I-"

"Shh!" he shushes as he places a finger on my lips as I was about to speak. "It's Big T to you now."

I mentally facepalm at his words but also find it funny in a way. Who knew my little brother would make gang names and steal material for some "drug" company.

"Anyway (Y/N), feel free to join our insane swag or just sit and watch," Tommy laughs with his friend as they high-five.

"We got some los drogas to steal," the short male with a beanie beams. They both walk off sharing small jokes while laughing. Makes me jealous in a way. It makes me look boring. Why do I feel like a try-hard mom right now?