his voice means to deceive you, my voice just wants to lead you

Chapter 1

Tommy was tired. He was exhausted. He didn't deserve the life that he was given, or at least he thought so. Anyone whom he has ever trusted has turned on him in some way. Wilbur died when he said that he would stay with Tommy, Phil killed Wilbur, tubbo left him for ranboo and exiled him. At least he had dream. Dream was his best friend, his ride or die, his bird to a feather.

Tommy stretched as he got up out of bed. He had been awake for hours, he just didn't have the energy to get up. He had to get up though, because today was the day that Dream would visit. He winced as he sat up, a pounding headache throbbing in his head. He ignored it, after all, that's all he can do.

For the next few hours, he focused on cleaning up the area. He made sure that it was all up to dream's standard, he had to fix a tear in his tent, he had to clean up all the scraps of stuff that was all over the ground, and he had to make sure that where were no weeds in the surrounding area. By the time his was done, he wanted to collapse.

Tommy was sitting by a fire when Dream came through the portal. He heard the clanking of his armor as he approached Tommy. Tommy always thought it was funny that Dream still wore armor around him, I mean, he's far too weak to do anything, so why even bother?

"Hi tommy" Dream spoke after a second. Tommy glanced up to see Dream right beside him, looking down on him. "Hello Dream" he spoke, surprised at how terrible he sounded. He stood up, not taking into account how he shook with anxiety.

The day was as much fun as Tommy can remember having with Dream. They went hunting, and Dream even let him keep some pork! the only issue was that Tommy's headache was getting worse with each passing hour. It was like a red hot searing pain. Like someone drove a steak through his head. Tommy was certain that he would pass out from pain. He was sure of it.

After Dream left Tommy stumbled into his tent and collapsed onto his bed. The searing pain still pounding through him. He closed his eyes and waited for the sweet relief of sleep to drag him down.

He opened his eyes and he was in his tent. The moon was out and the night sky twinkled with stars. Tommy rubbed his eye and stepped out of his tent. Something was wrong, very wrong. What would normally be a lush forest teaming with life was now silent.

He peered into the forest, looking for any sign of anything. He heard leaves crunching behind him. Before he could react, two clawed hands covered his mouth and eyes. Whatever it was shoved something sour into Tommy's mouth and tilted his head up until he was forced to swallow. And then, the figure let go. Tommy fell to the ground and looked behind him to see nothing. He ran into his tent, his heart beating like a scared deer.

He didint sleep until he saw the bright beams of light peeking out of the horizon.

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