The Dream SMP Hunger Games Series

Chapter Three

An ever shifting landscape of greens morphed before his very eyes. Glimpses of purple in the lime swirls bringing the unfamiliar sight to a close, as suddenly the world flipped over and onto it's head.

Tubbo flinched and reached for his axe that wasn't there- this was familiar.

The world contorted across the edges as he staggered to his feet, wondering just what had happened.

He knew this room. Oh, but he wished he didn't.

Forcing his body not to flinch, Tubbo stumbled blindly over to where he knew a door was.

Only to find that thick, iron bars had replaced the windows, and the handle was unturnable from his side.

However, this time, there were no doppelgängers in the room with him. Nothing remained in here but the knowledge that he had been sent back.

Back to the sick and extremely twisted Games.

Fully exhausted from the process of switching universes, Tubbo collapsed. Barely making it to his bed before falling into a deep slumber.

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Ever since he'd woken up, not a single person had walked past his door.

Rather than it being a small blessing as it was, the lack of humans felt more ere and sinister than anything else. What were they planning on doing to him here?

Tubbo was getting past the breaking point at this stage.

"Where were you?!"

Tommy glared half heartedly at him. There wasn't much left other than tiredness still over from the wars.

This was the first peacetime they'd had since before the elections. Nobody really counted his Presidency which was more of a sham than anything else, and now they could finally be able to relax.

Or they should have been able to.

"Tommy, I-"

"No. Answer me now you f*cking b*tch. You LEFT me! All alone! We finally defeated Dream, and you left me all alone to deal with it myself just like in exile-"

He couldn't stand it any longer.

Tubbo hugged his friend with all of his might. Still with phantom pains coursing through his veins as a sick reminder that the world he'd been transported too wasn't a nightmare.

A horrible nightmare which lasted a week's time.

Tommy stopped talking then and let out a choked gasp. He was probably being strangled, but they both needed this more than anything else.

Tears flowed from Tubbo's eyes as he shamelessly wept.

The image of a broken and torn pink Tommy reminding him of what easily could have been reality in his world.

"Sh*t, man."

A short sniffle came from his friend as an arm wrapped over his shoulder and awkwardly pet his back.

"You're just so clingy, aren't you."

In the end, he'd never actually told Tommy what he'd gone through.

Tubbo let out a huff and sigh before falling down on his bed, arms splayed out wide.

A knife he'd stolen from before the games was still in it's hidden position, so he knew that this really was the exact room he'd previously taken residence in.

Just in case of an emergency, Tubbo held it tightly in his grasp.

If any of those evil f*ckers came near him, then it would be a suitable defense mechanism.