Control- Dream Smp-Villain Tommyinnit

Chapter 9

Tubbo POV

I weeped, weeped as I saw my best friend who I hadn't seen in a year trying to kill me "why Tommy, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS?" I scream in anger at the man in red.

"You really think this is Tommy, I'll tell you this, I'm not Tommy, Tommy has just been my little puppet for a year, always at the back of my head, scratching and clawing, hoping one day he'll be able to control his limbs once more, but do you want to know the funny thing Tubbo, he's never getting out, all he'll ever do is watch me as I destroy whatever he loved and just bow down to my master as I do his bidding, as he's the best there is, was, and ever will be Tubbo." He stops there when he notices me just trying to make the tears stop.

"Cry Tubbo, cry. Yes be sad that you'll never see your best friend ever again and the face that will always be trying to kill you is his. Cry me a fucking river".

I retaliate with a rant of my own "You know what, I'm going to keep you hostage until I break Tommy free from this curse or some sort of mind control you have on him, trust me I'll do anything."

As I finish I hear a low voice and the tip of a sword on the back of my neck, enough pressure to hurt, but not enough to pierce the skin.

"I'll make it fun, if you get your boys of him, I'll tell you exactly how to free him because I know for a fact that you won't be able to catch him again". The voice was obviously Dreams and I know for a fact that we can't beat them in a 3 versus 2 situation even though we have the extra man.

"Let him go boys." I say with a sigh of defeat, knowing that's what Dream wanted me to do.

" The way you free him is by simply removing the mask." I freezes for a second thinking of a brilliant plan that Dream would never see coming. As Tommy raises his sword, I feel the sword go off my neck before I bring out mine. I make a few steps forward before putting my actual plan into action.

Instead of fighting Tommy (and probably losing) like Dream wanted me to do. I turn around and throw Dreams mask off his face, which coincidentally landed by Tommys feet. I see panic set into his eyes as he crumpled to the floor onto his knees and screams, elbows tucked in into his face, which couldn't be seen, and as this happened Tommy got winded again and in a act of probably desperation, grabbed Dreams mask and ender pearls away.

As I look back to the crumpled up body, he stops screaming "Dream?" I simply ask "my names Clay, don't know where you got Dream from". He looks a lot more friendly than usual.

"Yeah I know your names Clay, Dream." I simply state "no nobody's ever called me Dream, my names Clay, it's always been Clay, never in my life have I been called Dream."

"Tubbo, I think he simply has memory loss and doesn't remember anything." Fundy screams from the other side of the terrain "oh no, what did I do? How bad was it? Did I hurt anyone? Who even are you? Please forgive me for my sins." He panics as he's questioning his own thoughts.

" Calm down it wasn't your fault it never was, it was the mask." "The mask?" He questions to me and as he questions he lifts up his head to see a man with brown hair and blue eyes, instead of the usual blonde and green Tubbo was used to seeing.

"As we found our seconds before we freed you, the mask controlled you, manipulated your body to do his bidding."

He's confused for a second before saying "now that you mention it, I do vaguely remember a voice in my head."

"I think for a second before realising what this meant "okay Clay, if I can somehow jog your memory of what happened during your time being controlled, maybe we can find secrets like where Tommy's hiding and other secrets." "Who's Tommy?" he questions  "long story, basically you mind controlled him into doing the same stuff as you, just are you in?" "If he's going through the same troubles as me, I'll do anything I can to help."

"Alright, let's try find Tommy."

HELLO, James here, sorry for not posting as I was questioning where to take this story, whether or not to make a book two or just a revolving story ( which I'm keeping as one book for the next one or two arcs, might have I book two but don't expect it as I'm as reliable as a weather man) also I've been thinking about mental health, as it's something I've never had a great deal with but I'm in a good mood now, so that's all that matters and I'm writing again, so good for me I guess. Well anyway see you in the next chapter. Bye. X