Traitor {a dsmp story!}

9; Prisoner

Kirby? Nah, disturby. (GUYS NIK MADE THAT)
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"So, Ranboo is innocent?" Captain Puffy seemed baffled. Dream told her everything about Tommy and the missing people. They both had so many questions. Why would he do that? What made his anger get so bad to the point he had to murder innocent people? Why did he blame it on Ranboo? The questions were endless but Dream knew Tommy wouldn't confess. The only reason he told him was because he had a panic attack. Dream didn't know Tommy was that kind of person. He couldn't have been, he's a kid.

"Yes. I'm just confused why Tommy would do that. You know how much he likes Wilbur." Dream drooped his head down, clearly overworked.

"Hey, why don't you go rest? You haven't slept in days." Captain Puffy half smiled sort of, her voice reassuring. "I'll put Tommy into a cell."

Dream nodded slightly, draping his fingers through his hair. He sighed deeply and walked away. He didn't want to interact with anyone, his mood was already at an all-time low. He crossed the river and sat in the woods. He leant against a wooden log and closed his eyes.

Tommy bobbed his leg up and down, biting his nails and skin. He didn't know whether he was being executed, imprisoned or banished from the DSMP. He never wanted to admit it, but he was scared as shit of death. The thought of dying chilled him to the core. The more he thought about it, the more he remembered George and Wilbur.

He heard footsteps and ducked his head down further. He just didn't want it to be Dream. He couldn't face him right now. The door opened and Captain Puffy walked in. He let out a small sigh and put his arm behind his back.

She sat down in front of Tommy, leaning on her hand.

"Tommy, I think you know why you're here." Captain Puffy kept a straight face, not twitching and eye, not on the verge of tears, she was just calm.

"What's gonna happen to me?" Tommy asked. His eyes projected guilt, his stomach looping and his eye twitching. Captain Puffy could see the fear in his eyes. She felt bad for Tommy, I'm sure Dream did too. Dream planned to tell everyone but he was nervous the entire thing would be spot-lighted onto him and he would be the one in the wrong.

"We don't know. If you want all honesty, you're most likely gonna be sent away. But if we found you like that, you can't go out in the woods by yourself. I saw the bite on your leg. Phil showed me."

Tommy's eyebrows curdled.

"If you want good news, we're all voting on what to do with you. Death isn't a choice, so you don't have to worry. But you're rather being held captive or we're keeping you in your room with protection so you don't hurt anybody including yourself or escape. They're both safe options, for everyone." Captain Puffy explained. Tommy wasn't listening. He just wanted to get out of there, go outside, he was aching for it.

"Okay."

"And, Ranboo isn't voting. He doesn't know how to feel abou-"

"Can you not speak about him, please?" Tommy blurted out. He squeezed his wrist, trying not to burst into tears.

"I'll leave you alone." Captain Puffy stood up and pushed her chair under the desk. She opened the door, keeping her back turned to Tommy. "And remember Tom, if you escape we will hurt you." The door closed and Tommy sat there, wide eyed. A tear shed from his eye. He was petrified. He got off his chair and sat on the floor behind the desk, hoping for nobody to see him through the glass.

He felt as if he was being stared at, everything was judging him, all eyes just watching him, torturing him and whispering in his ear.

Everything went silent. The world drowning out, his ears ringing. "Tommy!!" A voice screamed from outside of the room he was sitting in. It was Dream. He was banging on the door with his knee.

Tommy rushed to the door and opened it. Dream still didn't have his mask, he had leaves in his hair and dirt on his face. "You have to come with me." Dream gasped out. He clearly had been running because he was panting like all the air in his lungs had been drained out. Tommy stepped out and awkwardly walked next to Dream, their height difference seeming more drastic than usual. They were nearing the dungeon, the place where they keep people that had done illegal things or betrayed the SMP.

Dream pushed open the double doors and lead Tommy inside. It was dim, a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Tommy started to shake again, his eyes watering and his lip quivering. Dream noticed yet ignored him and unlocked the cell. He lightly held Tommy's arm and put him into the box.

"We'll come in later with food." Dream slowly walked up the stairs and closed the door.

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cough cough, DRAMA.