Building a Bridge

Let's Have Some Fun In Abusement Park.

A/N: so i feel like not only is the beginning of my story lacking and definitely not my best work, when writing the manipulation scene i feel like there are some things that i could do in the earlier parts to make the set up for this era of angst better, like more time with the family, better writing in general hopefully, and better interactions with dream so i will be working on that, i dread working on the first chapter bc that chapter is a pain in my ass ;-;

also longer chapters hopefully,,,,, hopefully,,,, i cant promise it :,)

as always criticism and comments are my lifeblood give it now.

"Where the fuck is Tommy."

"I-I'm sure he'll turn up Tubbo, we just need to be patient." Ranboo moved to grab my hand before I moved out of the way.

"And how do you know that? You're just some kid we've known for barely a week while Tommy and I have known each other since birth." At this, Ranboo flinched, a saddened expression on his face.

"Look, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I care about Tommy too! I will do anything to help if you let me, so, please. Let me help."

"Tch, as if I need help from some amnesiac."

Ranboo freezes and his eyes well up, ready to burst.

It's at this moment that Phil speaks up.

"Tubbo," Phil starts, "I know you're worried about Tommy, but that is no excuse-"

"Worried? You think I'm worried?! I am downright terrified of what might've happened to my best friend, my brother, and you think I'm worried?!"

"Tubbo-" Phil tries.

"No. You all don't care about Tommy as much as I do, so I'm going after him, just try and stop me!" I shoved them out of the way to go to my room.

-

Who knew getting kidnapped could be so boring?

Laying on my side, I stared at the wall, bored out of my mind. Quickly siting up, I hear the clang of metal scraping against the concrete. When I whirled my head around to face the perpetrator, I saw a man in a blue shirt and white-rimmed goggles staring back at me. The man got up and left, not bothering with uttering a single greeting, and leaving the tray of food behind. What an asshole, but I suppose that was a given with kidnapping and all. I cleaned the plate before I knew it and went back into the monotony of being kidnapped.

Suddenly, footsteps reverberated off the walls as a figure clad in a dark green hoodie and black tactical pants appeared. Their masculine figure stood tall and proud, face hidden behind a white mask depicting a smiling face.

It was Dream.

"Hello, Tommy. I see that you're eating well, the food must be good."

I scowled, "Fuck you."

Tilting his head, Dream replied, "That's not a very nice thing to say to your savior."

The fuck? "What are you talking about?"

"Oh Tommy, you still don't see it? The Crafts were deceiving you."

My chest stuttered and sweat dripped down my back, I was only able to mutter a small, "What?"

"They must've really had you wrapped around their fingers if you're only just realizing it. I feel so bad for you for falling for it."

"For what?"

Dream paused and a chill went up my spine as it felt like Dream had just smiled.

"The family act of course, what else? They knew you were a witch, Tommy. They wanted to hurt you. To kill you. I was terrified for your safety, so I saved you. Terribly sorry about that by the way. I didn't want to hurt you, but that was the only way."

"No- They weren't acting, Dream. It was real. I know it was."

Dream sighed, "I knew this might take a while, but I really hoped that it wouldn't. Don't worry, Tommy. You will understand eventually that they were just lying to you."

"No, they're not! They're good people, I swear it, Dream. Now let me go home."

Dream shook his head, "Sorry, Tommy. I can't do that. I want to help you and helping you means keeping you away from them."

"No, Dream, please don't keep me here. Please bring me back to my dad, please."

Dream paused, then hummed, "It's gotten further than I thought, I'll need more time to undo the manipulation."

Anger bubbled up inside me, "I'm telling you I'm not being manipulated."

"It's okay, Tommy. I'll make sure you recover," he said before leaving.

"Fuckin' prick," I muttered to myself, huddling up on my bed. Trying to rest from that whiplash-inducing conversation.