Building a Bridge

On High Alert

It was a normal day.

The sun was shining.

The birds were chirping.

A beautiful day,

for crap like this to happen.

"What kind of name is Dream?"

The man opposite of me looks up at me. The man sighs and continues talking to Phil. I think he was annoyed? I can't really tell what he's thinking 'cause of the mask. It was a pretty dumb mask. It was dirty with a lot of scratches. There was a hauntingly black smiley face painted on. It seriously gave me the creeps. The way he would look at you and it feels like he's staring into your soul; it gave me shivers just thinking about it.

I didn't care much for the conversation going on with Phil and whats-his-name. Though Phil was grabbing his own hands a lot, sweating a little. Phil was looking and moving around a bunch and he seemed quite stressed. I kicked the dry dirt, frustrated. Wait, why was the stranger walking to our house, and why was Phil letting him? I was moving before I even knew it.

"Hey, Tommy, I let him come in. It's ok." Phil put a hand to my chest in an attempt to stop me.

I let out a groan, "Who even is he? Why is he here?"

"That's Dream. He's a bounty hunter with a lot of political power. He has a brother here he was visiting and wanted to visit us while he was here. Don't be rude. Please." Phil stared at me with a frown, awaiting a reply.

I hesitated, the pleading look in his eye and how kind he has been to us the only reason I nodded. Phil gave me a soft smile and went to accompany Dream into our home. I scowled and crossed my arms. I really didn't like this guy.

I followed the two into the house. The stranger was looking around. Why was he still wearing his hood? Wasn't it hot outside? It's dark green too so he's gonna be extra hot in it. He was so weird. He was looking around, giving horrible excuses about being nosy, like, 'I haven't been here in forever, would you please show me around?' and what-not. 'Dream' searched all the rooms. He definitely searched them, I know it. Phil did his best to get Dream out of them but didn't do very well as Dream thoroughly investigated mine. Not like Tubbo and I had anything.

Seemingly satisfied with the upstairs, he started on downstairs. he looked through the kitchen and I was getting more and more bored by the second. Though something weird happened when they got to the stairs. Dream was feeling around now. I don't know what he would think he'd find but he was doing it. It wasn't much how Dream was acting, I concluded he was a freak way before that, but how Phil was. Now focused on Phil, he looked like he was gonna kill someone. That was the angriest look I've seen on Phil. I have never even seen Phil really mad, only pretend, worry, or just annoyance. Dream crouched in the corner, hands running over every inch he could in the small space. Time froze for what felt like hours as Dream and Phil muttered a few words to each other, all said with a concentrated venom.

"Got a loose board here. Might wanna fix that." Dream stood and turned to us.

"Yeah," Phil replied, glaring at Dream like he was Medusa.

"Well, I should get going. Bye!" With this, Dream strolled out of the house.

Phil collapsed on the nearby couch, hands immediately rubbing his temples.

"Tommy, if you know what's good for you, NEVER get on Dreams bad side. EVER."