mirror, mirror ∥ Dream SMP

1.

Things you should know:
1. The alternate universe Dream comes from is a pretty peaceful, happy place where everyone's fairly friendly with each other and the wars weren't taken very seriously. Dream gave L'Manberg independence in this universe after they won a prank war. It was a magnificent prank war.
2. The Minecraft communication system has been repurposed into handheld communicators. While they're indestructible, you can still lose them.

Warnings: Foul Language, Discussion of Tommy's Exile Arc

Dream groaned as he sat up, bringing a hand to his pounding head. The world blurred as his eyes focused and unfocused. He squeezed them shut, nausea rising in his stomach.

He waited until his skull no longer felt like it was going to break apart before uncurling, breathing deeply and slowly opening his eyes.

He was sitting on a beach. The sand beneath him was warm to the touch but not burning hot, so he assumed that the sun had just risen. The ocean looked. . . familiar, but he couldn't place where he'd seen it before.

How had he ended up here? He frowned, trying to recall the last thing he remembered. Right, he'd been on another manhunt, this time with the Sleepy Bois Inc. (minus Technoblade, because the hybrid was his rival for a reason). Tommy and Wilbur had found him and tag-teamed him into a cave, where Dream had baited Wilbur into a cobweb trap and killed him, sending him back to respawn. Tommy had then chugged a potion of strength, forcing Dream to retreat into a convenient nether portal nearby.

This was most definitely not the nether.

. . . now that he thought about it, where had the portal come from? He hadn't been the one to place it down, and there had been strange runes etched on its frame.

He sighed again and pushed himself to his feet, brushing the sand from his clothes. Well, with any luck, he wouldn't be too far from the others.

"Dream?"

Speak of the devil. Dream turned towards the voice. "Tommy! Do you know where we-- what happened to you?!"

TommyInnit blinked back at him. "What?" He looked down at himself. "Dream, whaddya mean what happened? What's wrong?"

Dream spluttered. "What-- why do you look like that? "

Tommy looked, to put it simply, absolutely terrible. His clothes were torn and dirty, his arms and legs covered in scrapes and the occasional bruise, and his face was unusually gaunt. He frowned. "I-- Dream, the hell are you on about? I've always looked like this."

"No you haven't," Dream snapped. Tommy flinched and drew back, a brief flash of panic appearing in his eyes.

"Right," he agreed hastily. "Sorry. Must've gotten confused."

What the fuck was going on here?

"Tommy," Dream asked abruptly, "what day is today?"

"December 14th," Tommy answered. His eyes narrowed in curiosity, but he didn't ask any questions.

Okay, so time travel was out. A sudden vibration in his pocket reminded Dream of the existence of his communicator. He almost smacked himself, then pulled it out.

[Tubbo] fell from a high place

What?

Last Dream had checked, Tubbo had been sitting safely at home, playing 'the guy in the chair' for Tommy, Wilbur and Philza. How could he have fallen?

He glanced up at Tommy only to double take when he saw the look in the teen's eyes. His gaze was fixed on Dream's communicator, filled with such intense longing that it made Dream's heart ache.