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Dream rode his horse to L'manburg's entrance. He was livid. Tommy was missing from exile. This would ruin all Dream's planning and progress.

He rode on the prime path and straight up to Tommy's house.

On Tommy's doorstep was Ranboo.

Luckily he had a solution.

A way to search for Tommy ten times as fast.

The enderman still, after months, looked distraught by the exile of his best friend. Paper sheet skin, unkempt white and black haired, circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, a tattered suit and no little crown. He was broken.

Perfect.

"D-Dream!" The enderman stuttered. He was wary of the man's presence.

"Hello Ranboo. Mind if we have a little...chat?"

Ranboo's eyes produce small purple liquid like tears.

He knew what this was.

"Sure Dream. Whatever you want."

"Dream? Your here? We weren't aware you were arriving." The short black haired Mexican said. "It's true I come unexpected. I'd be other places if this weren't important." Dream spoke. His voice was filled with sorrow.

Quackity aided him off his horse and into the country.

"What is it? What brings you here in a rush?" He asked curiosity oozing.

Dream let out a shaky breath. "I....I bring news that you should gather in front of the President. Please have Tubbo meet me in the meeting room."

Quackity nodded with hesitance. The stuttering and odd behavior displayed by Dream made him uncomfortable.

"Alright..."

As they got into L'manburg's capital, Quackity and Dream walked in opposite directions, Quackity going to fetch Tubbo.

Dream went to the meeting room and sat down. He needed to find Tommy. If he was an obnoxious teen with a broken spirit where would he go? Clearly the boy wasn't dead. At least not yet. 'Shit.' Dream mumbled the curse. He knew that if he was in Tommy's shoes he would have ran away to find a better life. To rebuild his mental state. To be stronger. It was evident that the boy was intelligent so chances of him coming back were slim. Real slim. He really needed to find the blonde.

So much to do yet sop yet such little time.

"You called for me Dream?" A British accent echoed through the silent room. Dream turned facing the door. Tubbo stood at the entrance with Quackity and Fundy. A heavy shaky breath left Dream.

It was time.

"I um. I have news. It...won't be easy to endure but Tommy.....he um..." 

Dream stopped leaving a huge suspense and tension lingering in the air. Fundy's ears flopped down slightly at the mention of his uncle.

Quackity nervously chucked. "He what Dream? What's going on?"

Dream loved this part.