The Villain

Chapter 1:

Tommy sighs, as he watches Tubbo contemplate whether or not to exile him. He knows he messed up, and broke Tubbo's and probably everyone else's trust. He should've just been good, kept his mouth shut and his head down. Then it would be different. He didn't want to lose his best friend. He didn't want to lose everything.

 "I'm sorry, it'll never happen again." Tommy pleads. Tubbo just shakes his head. 

"I've given you one too many chances, Tommy. I'm sorry. I have no choice but to exile you." 

"Tubbo please no, I swear I'll be good forever. I promise, you know I don't break promises." 

Tubbo looks down, as if he's genuinely thinking. Maybe he could protect Tommy, let him have one more chance. Maybe it didn't have to be this way. But everything comes to a halt when Dream walks up. 

"I assume you're about to exile him." 

"I- yes. I am." He looks at Tommy as if to say he's sorry, he has no choice.

 Tommy leaves, wishing he didn't mess up so bad. Wishing he did get one last chance. But as long as Dream was there, he'd never get one. He had to get back at Dream somehow. He knew he had to. But the best way to get back at Dream wasn't to hurt him, but to hurt somebody he cared about.

 George... 

Tommy sat down, thinking up a plan. An evil, sinister plan. He had no choice, even though George never personally hurt him, he had to get back at Dream. This was the only way. He already burned George's house, that wasn't enough. He had to do more, much more.

 Tommy knew Dream cared about something other than power, even though Dream insisted he didn't. Yes, Dream loved having power. Didn't everyone? But Dream also cared about George. When Tommy burned down George's house, Dream started a war. George was important to him. Really important. 

With Tommy out of the way, the rest of the members could converse without much interruption. They had to choose what to do with Tommy's house and belonging. Destroy them or remodel them into something important. 

"We could turn it into a school." Quackity suggested.

 "What use would we have for a school?" Sapnap pointed out.

 "True..." 

"Maybe... an armory?" Karl suggested. Everyone seemed to agree with that, all of them nodding their heads.

 "But we have to make sure Tommy can't get to it... we don't need him having that much power. And only the guards, Sapnap and Quackity, get armor. Along with me." Dream nodded. 

"Wait why? Why can't we have armor too?" George asks defensively. 

"Because then you could revolt... none of us want another war. This is a no-weapons, no-armor zone from now on. Anyone caught with weapons or armor will be exiled, just like Tommy. Trust me, things will be different. Much different. I'm the king now, and nobody can dethrone me." Dream chuckles.

 Everyone looks at each other. What have they done?

Author's note: wooo 500 words, that's way more than i thought there would be. sorry if there's incorrect grammar, i kinda rushed this. but i have many more chapters completed so i'll post more soon. tell me how you like it!