A Family Of Spirits

The Big Man That Likes The Bee

"What's your name?" A voice asked from above.
Tubbo rubbed his eyes and grumbled slightly.
"Tubbo," Tubbo replied, this was probably just another part of his odd dream.

"I'm Tommy!" The voice replied.
He stuck his head over the side of the top bunk and grinned.
Tubbo yawned.
"What time is it?" Tubbo asked turning on his side, facing towards the center of the room.
"5 som'in'," Tommy replied looking up to look at the center of the room, his head disappearing for a moment before he returned to look at Tubbo.

"Oh, thanks for moving the chair, it being there brought back... Bad memories," Tommy thanked, his hand extended down to Tubbo.
"You're welcome!" Tubbo replied as energetic as he could in his half-asleep state.
He reached up and they locked hands. Or Tubbo thought they had for a moment before Tubbo's hand was falling.

Tubbo jolted awake with a soft yelp, almost falling off of the bed.
He stood up and quickly looked to the top bunk, no one.
"Wow, what a weird dream," Tubbo whispered softly.
"Speaking of dream..." Tubbo hummed glancing over at the door.

He shuffled around, eventually finding his phone on the top bunk. Odd place considering he hadn't gone up to the top bunk but he probably just absent-mindedly placed it up there. It seems like something he might do.

So he shrugged it off. First thing he noticed, the time; 5:06.
Huh... His dream was right, it was 5 something.
Next, the charge; 13%.
Tubbo winced and raced out of the room and downstairs to find his charger.

A still very tired Dream smiled up at Tubbo.
"You know, you don't have school yet," Dream teased.
Tubbo glared at his older brother before plugging his phone in.

"You're awake," Tubbo commented half sarcastically.
"You too," Dream retorted with a yawn.
He thought he heard a soft laugh from a foot to his left but there was no one there. He dismisses it and the odd feeling that came with it and turned to face Dream.

For the briefest of moments, in the dusty, now uncovered, mirror above the fireplace, Tubbo could have sworn he saw Tommy from his dream grinning wide at him.
But that's crazy. And with a blink, he was gone.

"We doing anything for breakfast?" Tubbo asked combing through his hair with his fingers.
"Dunno, we need to go sho-" Dream was cut off by the doorbell ringing, "-pping."
Dream furrowed his brow before standing up.

The brothers walked to the door and opened it just in time to see a boy in a black and red hoodie rush back down the sidewalk to a boy in a light blue hoodie and beanie.
At their feet was a box of, what appeared to be, assorted muffins.
Dream scooped it up while Tubbo called out, "thank you!"

The boy in black looked back and waved cheerfully before the duo rushed across the street and into the house across the way.
"They seem nice!" Tubbo chirped as Dream opened the box and looked inside.

Sure enough, the container was filled with muffins, each labeled delicately with a piece of paper underneath them. Taped to the bottom of the lid was a note.
It read;

"Hi, new neighbors! My name is BadBoyHalo, but you can call me Bad! I've been taking care of the place in its vacancy, though I never had a key so apologies if it's a little dusty inside. If you have any questions or need anything I live right across the street! I hope you like the muffins I made you! I don't know what you like so I just made you all of what I know how to. I hope I'll see you soon!
~BadBoyHalo
Amd Skeppy 2!"

"Well, I guess that settles the breakfast debacle," Dream joked as they stepped back inside.
Tubbo sat beside the mirror, taking a damp cloth to it to get the dust and grime off while Dream munched on one of the muffins.