All Because of a Few Names

[Chapter One]

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Mentions of killing, suffocation

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Tommy weaved through alleyways, trying to get home. It was late, and he was just getting out of a fight.

He took a left, looking behind him, and stumbling into someone. Looking up he saw the person he wanted to see the least. "Why hello there, Vulcan." The number one hero, Dream said.

Tommy could hear his grin, even with his mask on.

Tommy cursed under his breath. "What do you want, Dream?"

Dream hummed. "Nothing much. You should know the deal by now. Just give me the identities of the Syndicate. You work with them, so obviously you know them by now."

"Like I'd tell you." Tommy growled. He tried to back up and run away, but instead he hit something solid. Fuck Tommy mentally cursed himself. Dream's powers were matter manipulation. Tommy realised he couldn't go anywhere. "Bee! Boo! Help!" He shouted.

"You think they can hear you? They're nowhere close!" Tommy held back the urge to grin.

"Oh.. right.." Tommy faked, sounding, and looking defeated. He had an earpiece in his mask.

"You have five minutes to make a decision. Or, I'll just suffocate you." Dream threatened, closing Tommy in a bubble.

Five minutes. Just enough time for Bee and Boo to get there. Tommy also had a tracker in his mask. He didn't want to, but Bee insisted on it.

After 4 minutes of silence, and his bubble of air almost completely solidified, Tommy said something. "Fine, I'll tell you me, Bee, and Boo's identities," He said, eyeing the sky.

"I guess that's acceptable. Though you three are the least threatening.." he trailed off.

"So, Bee and Boo are.." Tommy paused, and noticed an unlit cluster of TNT flying over him. He grinned, reached out, and willed it to explode. "Bee and Boo are here! Cya Dream!" He laughed, making the TNT explode over Dream's head, clouding his vision and losing focus on keeping the air around Tommy solid.

A hand grabbed Tommy's shoulder, as he felt the world spin into a purple mess, clearing up mere moments later. The blur cleared and showed Tommy's apartment.

"Tommy you idiot! How did you even run into Dream?!" Boo scolded him.

"Stop worrying Ranboo, it's not like I would've been captured anyways, Dream still doesn't know the full extent of my powers, so I could've caused an explosion anyways." Tommy brushed the whole thing off.

"You're lucky that I put a tracker In your mask," A voice in the corner cut in.

Tommy rolled his eyes, "Yeah. I guess I am. But you and Tubbo are so fucking overprotective, like, dont get me wrong, I fucking love you Purp, but a tracker?"

Tommy took off his mask. It was a red masquerade mask, laced with gold with hints of purple, black, and white on it too.

It symbolised his friends. The red being his, gold/yellow for Tubbo, purple for Purpled, and black and white for Ranboo.

He also took the voice changer off of his throat, throwing it on the couch.

"While you were gone, we got a text from Phil, he wanted us to meet with him, Techno, and Wilbur."

Tommy groaned. "Did you tell him that I had run in with Dream?"

"Nope. But Dream had sent them a video somehow, and it had threats. Several threats." Purpled said, grabbing his matching masquerade mask, but it was purple instead of red.