30 Years (DSMP)

Chapter 33 - A Talk For Revival

The next day in the morning Tommy was informed by Philza about Wilbur. Though it took him some convincing, Tommy agreed and Wilbur's body was given to the palace diener to be cleaned. The rest of them were tend to by nurses to be treated on any battle wounds. Philza's wound on his back had healed a lot since the first battle and was only bandaged to be protected. Technoblade had a few small scars on his arms and were also only bandaged to be protected and so was Tommy's face scar. Tubbo and Ranboo surprisingly didn't have any fatal wounds apart from a few scratches here and there. They were only cleaned a little and would be healed in a few days. In the evening Tommy decided to pay Dream a visit. Him being the first ever visitor since he was imprisoned, Tommy had to be prepared for anything.

He entered Pandora's vault on his own. Closing the gates after him, Tommy headed down the hallway. Despite it being the middle of the day the building was dark. The sun coming through the windows making it merely possible for anyone to see. Tommy came to the end of the hall and in front of Dream's cell. He looked in and saw the room layout for the first time. The bed was by the back corner of the wall on his left. The head facing the entrance. The sink and toilet on the back wall. Dream was sitting in his same position of the day before, leaning on the wall to Tommy's right. He had his head tucked in his arms. Tommy unlocked the door and the sound alerted Dream. He looked up and saw Tommy enter the cell and close the door behind him. He put the key deep in his pocket to be sure Dream couldn't take it without him noticing. Dream looked at Tommy walk across the room with his arms crossed behind his back and look around the cell for a while before tucking his head back in his arms.

"Nice room!" Tommy said breaking the silence and trying to spark up a conversation.

"Just get to the f**king point" Dream said in a pissed tone.

"Jesus, calm down! I was just trying to have a nice friendly conversation here! Don't have to be so harsh all of a sudden" Tommy said giving a little smile and raising his brow.

"Oh yeah sure, tightening me around the neck with a rope and leaving me here to suffocate with it was a 'friendly trick' and not harsh at all" Dream said looking up Tommy.

"Oh wait... speaking of ropes, where are the-" Dream threw a piece of rope to the back corner next to him. Tommy followed where it went and saw a few pieces of rope and an arrow shaft sitting in a pile. Seeing the dried blood on the arrow he looked back at Dream. There were marks on his neck and wrists from the rope and saw that he had removed his cape and wrapped around his torso to stop the bleeding in the wound from when he removed the arrow. There didn't seem to be a sign of much damage on his head, but the area of impact had stained his hair with blood. Dream gave a dead stare back as Tommy realized how harsh and painful it would've been. But wait what was he thinking. Dream doesn't deserve pity. He smiled at death, this was karma. He deserved this, Tommy thought.

"Well, was it painful?" Tommy asked bending down in front of him still maintaining his smile.

"If you would just get to the goddamn point of why the f**k you're holding me in here without killing me I would gladly say if it was painful or not." Dream said, starting to threaten Tommy. Receiving his threat, Tommy got rid of the friendly smile he had, and stood up straight pulling out a sword from a scabbard on his waist. He pointed it at Dream and the tip glimmered in front of his eyes an inch away.

"Don't you dare try and threaten me Dream. Remember you're in our home now, and here you can't say or do anything you want and just get away with it ok? If you don't cut the sh*t, I won't either. So stop being such an asshole and try to have a nice conversation in your life for once alright?" Tommy said as a threat back. Dream didn't say anything and just looked at him. Tommy put his sword back in the scabbard and continued their talk. "Anyway, I want to ask you something Dream" Tommy said continuing his pace around the room in front of him. "Can you really revive anyone?"

"Pffft- HA I KNEW IT! YOU DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHETHER I DIED OR NOT! YOU SAW ME STILL ALIVE AND SAW A POSSIBLE OPPORTUNITY TO USE ME HUH!? WELL GUESS WHAT BUDDY! I WILL NEVER IN MY GODDAMN LIFE GIVE YOU ADVANTAGE OF MY POWERS! OK?! SO IF IM NOW NO LONGER USEFUL! I WILL GLADLY EXCEPT TO HAVE YOUR SHIT SWORD IN ME!" Dream said shooting up from his position and telling it in such a way where it seemed like Tommy had been exposed in front of a crowd.

"Oh calm down Dream. It was obvious that we kept you alive for this. Stop acting like you just won a goddamn prize. And no, I will not kill you, because I know that you can bring Wilbur back."

"Oh. So this is about Wilbur huh? Hmm, hmm I see, you just want your brother back huh? Well I'm not doing it. Plus you don't even know if I can or can't do it either, so, sorry buddy you're going to have to move on"

"Dream, just tell me, can you actually revive someone or not?" Tommy asked starting to lose his patience. Dream didn't answer. He simply ignored Tommy and walked past him and up to the bars in the front of the cell. He sent his arms through them and leaning them on the steel that ran through horizontally, Dream looked outside the cell and around and down the hallway.

"DREAM, F**KING ANSWER ME!" Tommy said getting mad. Dream continued and ignored Tommy's rage. He smiled for the first time since being there for seeing someone fret over him.

"*sigh* Alright, you don't want to talk? I'll leave then. But I'll be back soon. Also I'm going to send in someone to tend to those wounds, pretty sure their fatal." Tommy said and left the cell. He locked it and left Pandora's vault not getting anything out of the visit apart from having to send in a nurse soon after. After Tommy got out of his view, Dream went back to his leaning position on the floor. He needed to try and pull the arrow head out of him. The shaft was hard enough with the inward hooks on it but the head breaking off inside wasn't such a good situation. He questioned how the hell Tubbo managed to have one of his arrows.