19: This isn't my home

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The Dream House Part Nineteen

TW: Mentions of Self Harm
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Dream's POV

It was around 10am on this beautiful Sunday and I'm sure everyone was awake already. Some of the rest had to go to work since they asked for a leave yesterday but mostly everyone was home. I was a little worried about Karl but the others didn't seem bothered which was a little odd.

"Hey, you guys heard from Karl?" I questioned.

"Yeah, he was staying with Jimmy. He's coming home soon I guess.... We talked about it in the group, didn't you see?" Quackity explained calmly.

"Oh... my battery died." I excused, watching Schlatt walk past me in a formal shirt.

"This cereal kind of tastes weird." Wilbur stated while eating, muffled.

"Oh, wait the milk is expired!!!" Ranboo warned, realising Wilbur took the cereal with milk.

"Ew, Wilbur, throw it out!" Phil declared, observing as he continued eating.

"Hmm I'm too hungover to care." Wilbur mumbled.

Schlatt then walks over to him and pat him on the shoulder.

"I've been there." He sighed, then left to work.

Later, Tubbo and Ranboo went out to I don't know where but that's one kid out of the house. Tommy's locked in his room and I have a feeling he's nervous for going back to school tomorrow. He better not be doing what I think he is... I'm gonna check on him.

Karl's POV

"Morning! I made some waffles." Jimmy greeted politely.

"Oh, thanks!" I responded.

"Where are the rest?" I questioned.

"They wake up later than this most of the time." He answered.

"Jimmy, I'm going home."

"What?"

"I wanna go back to Sapnap and Quackity."

"No."

"I- I wasn't asking."

"Me neither. You're staying."

"You can't make me..."

"I sure as hell can."

"Jimmy, why are you doing this? I just want to go home!"

"You are home!"

"This isn't my home."

"Well it's my house and you're not leaving until I let you." He said sternly.

"Now take your food and eat it." He added.

I'm not sure if he's being overprotective or something but I am getting a little scared. I ate my food and instantly ran to my room, not looking behind me. I wanted to get out of here. I called Sapnap and told him about what had happened.

Dream's POV

"Tommy?" I called, opening his room door softly.

There was a knife on the ground and Tommy was in the bathroom.

"Tommy... open the door."

"No." His voice echoed.

"Please?" I questioned politely.

"Don't worry I didn't use it." Tommy claimed.

"But you were about to, weren't you?"

"Maybe."

"What's wrong? Let me help you." I asked, sitting by the bathroom door.

"The last time someone close to me tried to help me it ended in me giving them a concussion."

I was confused.

"Was that... was that how Tubbo got-"

"Yeah."

"Okay... how about we get some fresh air?"

"The last time we did that someone ran away."

"Tommy, come on."

"We'll go anywhere you want." I suggested.

"Anywhere I want?" He asked in a monotone.

"Yeah! We can bring Wilbur along if you want."

He opened the door and stood up with a slight smile.

"Let's go!" I said energetically, getting up from the ground.

Karl's POV

"Sapnap." I called out.

"Hey, Karl! When are you getting here?" He asked, over the phone.

"That's actually why I called. He's not letting me go."

"Who? Jimmy?"

"Yeah. I even said I wasn't asking and he replied with me neither."

"Hold on. So he's forcing you to stay?"

"WHAT!?" Quackity shouted in the distance.

"Karl, what exactly did he say?" Sapnap questioned.

"He said 'it's my house and you're not leaving until I let you' or something like that."

"Should we confront him?"

"I don't know. I'm kind of scared."

"Okay, I think... Uh Quackity and I will be there and get you."

Then I hear a footstep out my door and I keep quiet.

"Karl?"

It stopped but I didn't see anyone pass my door.

"Hey, are you there?"

"I got to go." I said softly, in a hurry.

"Are you okay?"

"I might not be." I whispered really softly, hanging up instantly.
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