Family of Gods

Chapter 1 - A god's wrath

"What do you mean, we are going to live on Earth for a punishment!?" The god of insanity and music slammed his hands on the table in front of him, "What did I do?!"

"You," The king of gods, Dream, leaned back in his chair, "Made way too many people go mad. "

"It's hilarious," The god giggled into his hand, making tensions grow, "You just don't have humor, Dream."

"Oh shut it, Wilbur," The green god repositioned himself, "You aren't careful and would love for the world to become ruins. I believe a vacation on Earth could help."

"Help? Help?" Wilbur's voice rose, "I don't need any Help!"

Dream sighed. Wilbur was going madder and madder every day. If the world was less chaotic, then maybe he would be sane(r). But the more cults, the crazier the god.

"What 'bout me, Dream," asked a monotone voice. It belonged to a pink-haired god, close to Dream's side on the table.

"Your Blood God cult is becoming too much," Dream looked at his 'friend', "And you killed way too many children."

"They are orphans," Techno responded calmly, "And you think it'll be better for me to watch over an orphan?"

"Yes," Dream responded, "Technically, though, the kid will have guardians. You guys."

"What 'bout just giving me clout?" Techno smirked under his pig mask, "That would be easier for all of us."
Dream groaned.

"What about you, Phil. Do you have any complaints?" The king of Gods spoke sarcastically, looking over to the eldest god on the other side of the table.
"I won't complain," Phil concluded after a minute of thought, "BUt I would like to know what I did?"

"You killed all my favorite King's Followers!" Dream complained, "And killed people I had deals with, Phil. Deals!"

"It was their time," Phil shrugged, "I'm doing my part. I brought them into the world, I bring them out. Just like always."

"Leave my favorite followers out of the loop, Phil," Dream's gaze darkened.

"I... I can't do that Dream," The eldest god trod carefully, yet not careful enough.

"All of you will take care of this kid!" Dream yelled while slamming his hands on the table, "Or Else."

The three gods glanced at the other gods. There was no way they were compromising with the king.

Tommy was creeping through the market. He wanted to eat today and was hoping to get something good. He rushed through the stalls.

"There's the thief! Get him!" Yelled someone from behind. Shoot. He was caught. Well, not yet, but it was too close for comfort.

"Yah!" Tommy climbed up onto one of the stalls, making his way down to one of his shortcuts. This time, it was a hole in the wall, barely allowing his unhealthily skinny body to squeeze through.

"Get back here!" A voice called from behind, but the follower of the "god" wasn't able to climb up, for one, and wasn't even able to fit through.

Tommy stuck his tongue out at the follower, putting his left hand to his forehead in an L-shape. He didn't want to waste time though, because he was hungry. He needed food. He hasn't eaten in a few days, and a fourteen-year-old can only last so long without food. As Tommy slipped through the pipe in the wall, he nearly got caught on the sides. He shuddered. He needed a better escape in this area. Someday he's going to get stuck and won't be able to get out until after his body smells like rot.

Tommy jumped off on the other side of the wall, only to collapse on the floor below.