mirror, mirror ∥ Dream SMP

2.

Things you should know:

1. This chapter takes place in the alternate universe that au!Dream is from.

2. The "Deleted Scene" isn't canon for this fic, it's just a crack scenario my brain came up with.

Warnings: Foul Language

"What the fuck," Tommy repeated, pacing back and forth. "What the fuck."

Tubbo fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, glancing between his friend and Philza. "What. . . what do we do?"

"The messages aren't going through," Wilbur reported, a dark look in his eyes. "Error 1308 - This communicator does not exist."

"At least it's not disconnected?" Tubbo offered weakly. "He's probably still alive, right? Right?"

Philza stepped back from the empty portal frame. "It's not standard Enchantment," he muttered. "I don't recognize some of the characters, but I think the portal's supposed to send people to a 'Corrupt Dimension' of some kind?"

"So Dream's in a different dimension?" Wilbur groaned. "I leave you two alone for five minutes-"

"Fuck you!" Tommy interrupted, turning on his heel and flipping Wilbur off. Then he rounded on Philza. "How do we get him back?"

Philza blinked. "I- I can probably reverse these symbols and build a portal that works the other way. The problem is that these portals are one-way, so we'd have to travel to the other dimension and set up the portal there to get back."

Tommy stepped forward. "I can go."

"Absolutely not," Wilbur refuted instantly, setting a heavy hand on Tommy's head. "We don't know what's in there. If anything, it should be Phil. He's the portal expert-"

"I'm not leaving you four alone," Philza deadpanned. "Who knows what chaos you'd cause."

Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo and Technoblade all looked at each other. Then Technoblade shrugged. "That's fair. I can go, I've got the best chance of surviving."

"We still haven't figured out if we can get to the other dimension in the first place," Tubbo pointed out. Philza withdrew flint and steel from his inventory, striking them inside the frame.

The portal remained dark.

"Fuck."

~~~

"Okay, the replica I made works," Philza muttered, hand pressed to his chin. "So there's nothing really special about the blocks, just the Enchantment carved in them. It looks like these portals are one-use as well, so we'll have to build two sets of reversed ones. One for Techno, one for Dream."

Wilbur exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Cool. Uh- I got about a quarter of these symbols reversed, but the rest just looks like gibberish to me."

Philza hummed, walking over to him and peering over his shoulder at the various papers splayed out across the desk. "That's fine. We'll just need to grab a dictionary from one of the Stronghold libraries, I think I've seen one somewhere--"

"Uh-- Phil, we've got a problem." Philza and Wilbur looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway. He held up his communicator. "Bad asked why we were taking so long."

"Fuck," Wilbur hissed softly, standing from his chair. "Uh- tell him- tell him--"

"Just say that we trapped the stronghold and Dream's playing hide and seek," Philza interrupted. He sat down in the chair Wilbur had recently vacated, eyes scanning over the symbols. "Hopefully we'll get him back by the end of the week."