My Compass Will Always Point to You

Chapter 23: *Insert Name That Doesn't Spoil the Chapter* (Tommy's POV)

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Tommy woke up and opened his eyes. For a split second. He shut his eyes as soon as the light from a nearby window stung them. He eventually rubbed his eyes and actually kept them open that time. He noticed he was leaning against a wooden wall and his wings were hidden once again. He slowly took in his surroundings, which were mostly all made of wood. There was the window that he saw earlier, a door, and a closet. Something wasn't right. Where was he? This definitely wasn't Tubbo and Ranboo's house. It did look strangely familiar though. Then, it hit him.

He was in the logshire.

But how could that be? It was blown to bits. How did he even get there in the first place?! He didn't remember going to the logshire. His thoughts were broken by nearby footsteps. He franticly searched for a way out. The door wasn't an option because that was most likely where the footsteps were going and the window was too small for Tommy to squeeze out through. With only one option left, he dashed towards the closet and hid there. He made sure that the doors were open an inch so he could see who was going into the room. 

As if right on cue, the door swung open to reveal a man in a white mask and a green hoodie. Tommy's insides froze. 

"Dream?!" He thought to himself in fear.

He didn't move a muscle. He didn't dare to even breathe. Maybe, if he was lucky, Dream would just ignore the closet and check another room. To Tommy's great relief Dream began to leave the room. He closed his eyes gratefully.

Suddenly, he was pulled out of the closet by his neck and thrown against one of the wooden walls. He looked up to see Dream towering over him menacingly.

"Did you think you could run away from me?!" He said in a voice that was not his own.

The voice definitely wasn't Dream's, but, like the room he was in, was definitely familiar. He found this voice creepy, but better than Dream's actual voice. Then, as if the cruel world read his mind, Dream's voice went back to normal.

"Tommy, why did you leave?" He asked in mock sadness, "I told you not to..."

He opened up his mouth to speak, but not a single word came pouring out. Instead, tears did.

"Answer me!" Dream yelled.

Tommy, again, stayed silent, for he could not speak. He looked at the ground, not wanting to stare into Dream's mask's bottomless eyes any longer. He heard Dream crouch in front of him. He lifted Tommy's chin up to force their eyes to meet. 

"When I talk to you I want you to look at me, not the ground, understood?" Dream asked coldly.

"Y-yes," Tommy finally managed to let out.

"This doesn't mean I'm done with you. You still need a punishment," Dream snarled, as he rose his sword above Tommy's left arm.

Tommy's breath hitched as his heart rate skyrocketed. Tommy couldn't even scream as the weapon veered closer to his arm, but just before it hit him, he sprung up from his bed, drenched in sweat.

"What the ever-loving fuck?" He whispered under his breath.

Realization hit him for the second time that night.

"Just a nightmare..." He reassured himself out loud.

"Just a nightmare..."