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Tommy breathed in and out. It has been a few hours of panicking in the large closet. It was a rather comfortable closet. It had positive affirmations on the wooden walls, a lantern, comfy cushions to rest on and a few pictures of him, his older brother and Tubbo. Back when things were happy. Life was good. 

He still couldn't bring himself to exit his closet after what happened at the gravestone. Maybe he could sneak to his fridge and get some food then hide in the closet forever. A closeted obnoxious blonde boy. At least they wouldn't hear the boy ever again. Everyone's happy, right? Nope.

'They may have thought it was actually just a potion or something' 

His brain tried reassuring. Maybe they didn't know shit. But the lingering question was who? Who "Maybe didn't know shit?" It was a real anxiety filled question. Tommy slapped his hand over his mouth in surprise as a loud knock could be heard by from the front door.

They saw.

'It's a fucking door Tommy! Pull yourself together.'

Tommy breathed in one final time, opened the closet door and stepped out releasing the air. He slowly opened the door to be met with a taller man wearing a green sweater, black jeans and shoes, a white mask that covered their whole face while strips of dirty blonde hair poked out the sides and top.

Tommy's stomach twisted. His face scrunched up as if he smelt the most disgusting smell of them all.

"What the fuck do you want, Dream." Tommy growled maliciously. The teen hated Dream way more than he did that other wrongun, Ghostbur. Tommy was smart enough to know Dream always carried more malicious intent with him than anyone in the land!  

"Well hello, Tommy. It's been a while since we've chatted." The man smiled even though Tommy couldn't see. "May I come in?" He asked politely.  

"Hell fucking no. Piss off dickhead." Tommy barked closing the door only to be stopped by a foot.

"You should really change your choice in words Tommy. It's so vulgar for no reason. Even to your friends. That mouth of yours might just cause you to be in a bad spot within the future." Dream said welcoming himself inside.

Tommy drilled holes into the back of Dream's head. Who the hell was he to just waltz into his home? Why was he even here? Tommy's head was filled with rage. There was no way he would allow this murderer slide into his home unannounced. "Get out." Tommy growled bitterly. Dream looked around the teen's home. 

He looked all around the living room. A man on a mission. "What are the weekly potions selling? You know the stores that sell all the potions allowed in L'manburg?"

What was this dickhead talking about! How would Tommy know? This was irrelevant. "Dream I don't know or care about the trouble your trying to start up so just fucking leave!" He shouted boldly.

"The selling potions, the new ones, must be a fortune to get one's hands on. Don't you agree Tommy?"

Tommy's face dipped in irritation. This guy really wasn't going to leave. Isn't this a form of harassment or something? Does L'manburg have a line for harassment? That would be Tubbo, right? Or maybe his second hand, Quackity?

"I don't fuckin' know dickhead! I just want you out of my damn house! This is me asking po-"

"What's the name for lighting potions, the illusion ones? Is it Alador? Or maybe Boris? You, my friend, seemed to have either acquired a rather exotic potion or have conducted a new one unless..."

Tommy felt uneasy but let the feeling burn at a controlled rate. Right here. Right now. He was face to face with his brother's murderer. There was no way he'd be caught with a trace of worry or fear in his body or face. Everything about Tommy stood tall. Stood bold and ego filled. That's how it had to stay.

Dream stepped closer to the boy humming as if he was thinking.

"There must be something else?"

Tommy nonchalantly scoffed. "Something else? What the fuck are you implying Dream? Literally everything in L'manburg has been checked and searched by you, fucking Tubbo and L'manburg's guards of safety."

"I'm not implying anything at all! Just brainstorming ideas as to what the glowing light  emanating from a grieving boy at a grave stone could possibly be. I was simply returning to L'manburg at the time mindlessly." He hummed.

Tommy's fist clenched and his expression grew more hard. "Well if you must know, I was just trying to change the color of Wilbur's candle flames. Mixing light potions. Like normal fucking colors. You know, because you heartlessly murdered my only fucking brother. And look at you now, treated like a fucking hero. For murder. Ridiculous." Tommy calmly yet angrily retorted. 

"Tommy. One day you'll understand. Mentally ill people-"

"He WASN'T ill! Don't try to sell me that bullshit! I know MY brother. He was MY fucking brother! I was with him from the start not you! You don't know shit!" 

"-You'll see it as the others do."

This time Tommy stepped closer to Dream. He didn't stop until he was directly in front of the man with determined ocean eyes. 

"You killed my brother. He was a strong, loving brother and leader. You murdered him. Your a controlling, manipulative fucking monster Dream. I'll expose your true colors to everyone. Get you locked up in Sam's Pandora box. Then come back to kill you myself, like you did my brother. Mark my words bitch boy." Tommy spat.

Dream stayed silent as he looked int Tommy's eyes, scanning his expression. Nothing. Not so much as a bead of sweat trickled down the boy's face. Everything was bold. Everything was unbreakable. Everything was powerful.

"Until that time comes, Tommy, I can only give my condolences for your brother, Wilbur. I was only acting on the benefit of the people."

Tommy shook his head amused. This guy was a joke.

"Benefit of the people? Your full of shit. You are what poisoned our thriving country! All because you saw a thriving nation and decided you wanted control. We were to happy for you. You were the one who entered our land and tried forcing us into some sick submission. You turned our days of joy into fights where our lives and the country's life was on the table. Not Wilbur!" Tommy shouted.

Never in a day of his life would Tommy submit to this bastard. He was absolutely delirious! He really has gone mad! Trying to justify a murder by calling the victim insane.

That was Tommy's brother. Not Dream's. He didn't know Wilbur like Tommy did. Dream didn't lose a brother. He didn't know how it felt to lose the only part of his life that he remembered from the beginning. Dream never really knew what it meant to lose. Only to Tommy. It was pretty pathetic how no matter how much of a win it seemed Dream achieved, Tommy would come and destroy it. 

The boy was very destructive.

"Well. I should be going." Dream sighed. "You should've never came. Don't do it again." Tommy said strongly. 

"Goodbye, Tommy." 

And with that Tommy was alone. 

Alone with a slight fear of discovery.

One of which was his own.

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