SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

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"I am under the influence of swag." - Tommyinnit

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Holy crow than you for so many reads even though I'm a terrible author and my updating-schedule sucks-

"X_POGBOY AND HIS COMPANIONS TO YOUR RESCUE!"

Huh?

My head whipped to the voice with wide eyes.

There he stood, a tall, lanky and blonde boy. He wore a red and white T-Shirt, paired with a brown jeans and a green scarf was wrapped around his neck. His hair had been messily pulled back into a ponytail and he overall looked like a homeless person.

It all happened in the matter of seconds as the boy and his "companions" killed every zombie, the sight reminding me of Dream, Nick and George.

Nick!

I quickly looked back at the boy, only to realize that he had passed out as he lay on the floor.

"Timothy?",
Dream's confused voice made me look back at the blonde before I raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

"BIG D!",
the boy screamed with a shrill voice.

Dream winced at the nickname before stepping infront of me and George.

"What are you doing in America?"

"THE SAME GEORGE IS DOING. I WAS VISITING THE BOIS!",
he explained enthusiastically.

"Wait. Who else is with you?",
Dream asked now a bit more relaxed.

"Tubbo, Ranboo, Phil, Techno and some dude we met a few days ago named Wilbur."

Wilbur?

The tiniest spark of hope grew in my stomach as I quickly rushed over, wanting to ask if he ment the Wilbur.

"AYE HOW'S YOUR BOYFRIEND GEORGE DOING- OH WE ALSO HAVE NICK!",
the child screamed loudly, making Dream visibly cringe.

"Yeah Nick kinda passed out. We need help.",
I muttered as I looked at the blonde with an annoyed expression, trying to tell him to stop being noisy.

He seemed to have heard me as his blue eyes suddenly stopped on my figure. His gaze was heavy as he walked over before towering over my little form.

"Now, now, now who do we have here?",
he stopped screaming before taking a dramatic turn and eyeing me from the side.

"I'm Eleanor, and who are you, kid?",
I asked him while trying to keep my straight composture.

He chuckled at me quietly before looking at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Tom Simons at your service, call me Tommy.",
he introduced himself before finishing off with a wink.

I slight blush crept it's way onto my cheeks before Dream pushed the boy away, standing infront of me protectively.

The mood in the room seemed to change as Dream literally walked into the spotlight of the scene.

Everyone's face turned hard, even Tommy's, as Dream spoke up again.

"I hate to say this, but we need your help. Nick's injuried and we don't have a place to stay."

"We're also running out of food.",
George chimed in from the left as he looked through our backpacks.

Tommy smirked at him before his eyes wandered back to me, making me flinch.

"Of course I'll help you. After all, you're an old friend of mine.",
he chuckled darkly before his eyes left me as he turned around, his whole mood changing within seconds.