Finally, Free

Chapter 8: Unveiled (1)

Tommy was in deep thought.

"So, what you're saying is that's a ghost, and Dream's dead?" He finally asked, looking up at the man across from him.

"Yes, that's what I said." Answered Sam, nodding.

Sigh. 

"How did this even happen? When did it even happen?" Tommy said out loud, trying to sort through all of the information.

"We think it might have something to do with that message on him trying to swim in lava." Sam stopped for a moment. "But we don't know the reason."

The atmosphere grew heavy as the three contemplated what they knew about the ghost, which wasn't a lot.

"Wait, you said that after you guys met him something happened while you were coming out, and that's why he was on the bed. What happened? You kind of skipped over it..." Tommy noticed, looking up to Quackity seemingly very nervous and Sam a little more uncomfortable than before.

"Uh, so Quackity wanted to see what would happen if he told Delusion the truth..." Sam started, eyes darting around the room. "So he said he's in a prison and that he's...dead plus some other stuff..."

"WHAT!?" Tommy was stupefied. Quackity told Dream's ghost that he's dead and that he's in prison? How could he do that...

"Wait, so what happened after you told him?" Tommy questioned, now concerned for the following events that would have caused Delusion to get hurt.

Quackity and Sam shot each other a look, and it wasn't a good one. "Um..." Quackity started, "Well, we don't actually know for sure."

"What do you mean 'you don't know for sure'? You were there!" Shouted Tommy, part confused, part angry, and just a little bit curious.

"Well, from our point of view, he suddenly grabbed his head and screamed." Sam said.

"Wha-"

"And then there was this weird...storm that just appeared around him. His skin also started to crack and this black liquid came out of his eyes. The storm was pretty strong, too, like a mini tornado had appeared. We were even pushed back it."

Now Tommy was really curious, but also more confused. A storm came out of him? How is that even possible?

"Yeah, I didn't have good footing, so I got slammed into the wall. It wasn't a good experience, you know?" Quackity nonchalantly commented, thinking back to his sore shoulder.

"O...kay, so what happened next?"

"After I got close enough to him, I knocked him out." Sam said, reliving those moments again in his mind. "Then we carried him here."

"Huh." Tommy exhaled. "Well that's weird." 

"Yeah, and you weren't even there." Quackity scoffed.

"Well I think we should go ask him what happened." Sam commented, looking at Quackity and Tommy. "He probably knows something."

The other two nodded in agreement, and the trio readied themselves for their confrontation with the ghost.

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Delusion was current two, no, make that three things.

One, he was a ghost, which should have been obvious now that he thinks back to it. I mean, how else would I had been able to float and not starve to death? Stupid. He thought to himself.

Two, he was confused. But still, what was that dark space and the things I saw in it? Also, who is that boy and what did Quackity mean and do? Argh, it's so confusing!