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Betrayal

A/N just real quick, ignore any grammatical errors and stuff, i'm too lazy to edit properly. This took a while so I hope you enjoy :)

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Dream grunts in frustration as he is hit by yet another branch. It's been a while since he's been around the SMP and L'manberg, so he isn't as up to date as he would like to be. One thing he did know was that there was an election today. Dream didn't know who was running, but he knew one of the candidates was Wilbur. He picks up the pace, almost running through the forest. His goal was to see who won the election and then leave unnoticed. He pulls out his compass to ensure he's heading the right way when he begins to hear voices in the distance. Remaining emotionless, he turns and walks towards the noise. He sees a bunch of lights at the treeline he's nearing, the voices growing increasingly louder. Trying to stay hidden, he carefully edges his way towards the approaching treeline.

Upon reaching his destination, he looks out over the flat terrain that is L'manberg. On the opposite side to him, there is a large, wooden podium containing 3 microphones. In front of the rostrum are rows and rows of chairs, full of citizens of L'manberg and DreamSMP. The crowd seems to be far away from him, around 300 meters, but he can still make out faces. Two faces in particular, send confusion through him, watching Wilbur walking towards the crowd and Tommy frozen on the podium. Squinting a bit, he can almost make out the surprised and shocked look Tommy was wearing. Tommy stays frozen for a minute, before shaking his head slightly and moving towards the audience as well. He began nervously playing with his fingers, a trait that Dream has noticed comes with anxiety—the all-to-familiar gesture.

Dream stared at the blonde boy, mask to face. Tommy fiddles with his fingers nervously, preparing to negotiate with the equally tall masked man.

"Dream I have something you want. A deal if you will. And I will give it to you in exchange for independence."

"I'm listening Tommy,"

"My discs, Mellohi and Cat, for independence." Tommy breaks 'eye' contact to continue playing with his fingers, waiting anxiously for Dreams' response.

Now, this made Dream's ears perk up. Both of Tommy's precious disks, for the small area of L'manberg. It was perfect. Dream pulls his right hand from the pockets of his lime green hoodie, handing it out to Tommy.

"Deal." He says confidently. Tommy just nods, accepting the hand after a brief moment of hesitation, grasping with a shaky but firm grip. The discs were his. All his.

Dream shakes his head, letting the memory fade and returning his gaze to the stage. Tommy and Wilbur now sat in the back of the crowd, next to each other. Dream notices Tommy's head constently turning in Wilburs direction and just knew he was panicking. He expected them to win. They expected to win. Dream lifts his mark slightly, wiping the thin line of sweat accumulating over his brow, and pulling up the sleeves of his green hoodie. He felt hot all of a sudden, a terrible feeling falling over him. Before he has time to dwell on the feeling, the sound of someone tapping the mic booms through the land. Dream's head shoots to see the man standing in the middle of the podium, beginning his speech. JSchlatt. The man who was banished from his lands, only allowed to return as of a few days ago.

Dream moves closer to the area, sitting down on the grass just in front of the treeline. As Schlatt spoke, his voice echoes through the world, probably being heard for miles. The words he says sent shivers down his spine, so he tries to focus on something else. It was then Dream notices two other people standing next to Schlatt. One he recognised instantly as Alex Quackity, purely by his signature high-pitched laugh that rang out whenever Schlatt said something amusing. The other was around the same height as Quackity, wearing a blue shirt and obnoxiously big glasses-