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He wore a lime green sleeveless shirt that was loose throughout and tight at the waist. A dark blue almost black pants that went down to his ankles and a dark green cape that went over one shoulder which draped down to his feet with black fingerless gloves that nearly went up to his elbow. He had dirty blond hair, a bit lighter than Tommy's and a line of freckles going across his nose. In one hand he held an obsidian sword and in the other he had the face of a human skull. It had a leather strap going through the two sides of the head and had a deep smile carved in from ear to ear. But one thing overpowered everything. He had bright lime green eyes that showed control and brutality. He was Dream.
"Jesus, this dudes messed up" Tommy whispered to himself seeing the 'mask' in Dream's hand.
"YOU CALL YOUR SELF MERCIFULL WHEN YOU'RE A NOTHING BUT A PSYCHO WHO SMILES AT DESTRUCTION."
"Hmm... sure, sure, whatever makes you feel better while you're alive" Dream said smiling.
"Ranboo, let me remove that arrow, I'm sorry but this might hurt a little bit" Tommy said and held the shaft of the arrow in his hand. He pulled it out but the arrow had inward hooks on the tip and a bit along the shaft. Ranboo screamed in pain as the arrow pulled out a chunk of skin. Seeing it Tommy regurgitated a little bit.
"You like the design? It's a specially made one I have to use against people who take me for granted." Dream said spinning another one between his fingers. "It's no use little prince, your new friend is gone for with that poison inside him. How about I give you a ticket to join him?"
"Wha- AHHH"
Dream went at Tommy with his obsidian sword and gave a deep cut on his arm.
"DUDE WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"Hmm never knew Philza would've thought his children to swear."
"DUDE WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"
"I see you don't understand reality? You see little prince, the world isn't always sweet and kind. You live behind those palace walls that hide and protect you from the cruelness. But when you leave those walls, you're weak. To survive in this world you have to have power. Power over kingdoms. You're lucky enough to be royal and have a better chance of power than those poor citizens who depend on their king. But even then you can still fail out here. Face it Tommy, you know better than anyone here, that you won't do any use in the future. You know very well that Technoblade will be King for a while and by the time Wilbur becomes king, you won't have a chance. You've been avoiding that thought for how long now? Since your mother passed right? Face it today Tommy, and end it." Dream said kneeling in front of Tommy who was on the floor. Something about what Dream said made Tommy think. He paused and just sat on the grass holding his wound and thought. He had been avoiding the thought all those years and wanted to drown it out but Dream saw it, he saw Tommy's weakness and was now using it against him. He was being manipulative.
Tommy grabbed his sword off the ground.
"End it"
Tommy pointed the sword towards his own chest.
"DREAM LET MY SON GO" Screamed a voice from behind him. He looked behind him. He saw Philza plummeting towards him. Dream gave his iconic smile and wore the skull. As Philza hit the earth, clouds of dust went up in the air. Ranboo, despite his wound, limped over to Tommy and pulled the sword away from him.
"Come on Tommy, Let's go, Philza's the only one who can even face Dream." He said lifting Tommy off the ground and holding him by the arm over his shoulder.
"Tommy, please snap out of it. This is something he can do, please don't fall victim to his powers. I saw Wilbur a bit away, come on ill help you." Tommy still didn't snap out of it, his mind was flooded with thoughts he had once built behind a dam. He lived nearly his entire life knowing that he wouldn't be appreciated much by the citizens once or even if, he becomes king.
"TOMMY" Tommy finally snapped out of it and started to help each other towards Wilbur, but the thought still remained in his head.
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30 Years (DSMP)
Ficción General!!!_TW_ blood, Gore!!! This story is inspired off of "Passerine - bluejamas" therefore a few scenes of this story may be similar to that story. As the rain fell upon the people, Philza, after almost 30 years, knew that with the news of the death, t...
