The Weird Accent kid. // Ninjago x DreamSMP //

Chapter 1, The damned Prison

Tommy hated Dream. He hated Dream down to his guts. He hated Dream's guts. Like, Tommy hated, hated Dream. No room for discussion. But once Dream was finally in prison, Tommy had mixed feelings.

Sure, he (Dream) did some bad stuff but Tommy felt bad. Dream was there for him for a lot. Dream was his friend. His only true friend. Dream showed him the meaning of family. No one else did.

During exile, Dream took care of Tommy. No one came, only Dream. Sure, some messages from crows by Philza but those were rare and some letters from Ranboo. But, yet here he was. Tommy felt a little angry about, ya know, the discs and Tubbo, but Dream...

Dream had it coming.

Dream's fall was that night.

Right?

Tommy finished zoning out. He was kind of used to zoning in and out. Of course, he doesn't know why but he was Big T. He shouldn't worry about it.

The prison tho.

That he did worry about.

Just, the feeling of today... It was off. He couldn't really tell why tho. Just... off.

As the colossal prison was in his peripteral vision, his worrying gotten much more worse.

That did not feel good. Not one fucking bit. It was like a sinking feeling, a uneasiness. Feeling of oddness.

The area which Sam, the 'Warden', was at was open, welcoming visitors in but in a, uh, unique way.

Sam was sitting down on all fours, his creeper legs relaxing. He was watching Dream over the cameras, glaring at him even though it would do nothing to Dream himself.

Sam looked up to see Tommy, once again visiting Dream for maybe the third time this month. He, Tommy, apparently felt something about Dream while he is in prison. Sam had many, many thoughts against that and he's worried for Tommy.

Tommy spoke first, "Good morning, Sam." His accent was constantly noted by Sam. Where was he from to get that accent? How did he get that accent? The people like to call it a 'European' accent, whatever that was.

Sam nodded, "Here to see Dream again?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, I just... Can't think straight without visiting him once in a while." Tommy responded.

Sam took many notes about Tommy. How he's feeling, what he is eating, how much sleep, etc whenever he can. Sam was very worried about Tommy. He's just a kid. But, yet, he doesn't act like one.

Sam and Tommy walked through all the security, already used to it by the amount of times they went through.

Sam's paws walked loudly while Tommy walked quietly through the hallways. Tommy looked around. He was always somehow fascinated by the large walls, long hallways, and overall look.

Once they both got to the main cell, the one that's holding Dream, Sam looked at Tommy with concern.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, mate. I just have a feeling about something..." Tommy said.

Sam looked down, since he's taller than Tommy by at least a full foot, and had a questioning stare.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just a feeling, nothing can go bad!" Tommy replied.

"If you say so..." Sam continue to walk. He knew a feeling, depending on how deep, can mean something. Hopefully, just hopefully, it's nothing.