𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲【𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐖𝐚𝐫】

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Tw/cw: **POSSIBLE**

Suicidal thoughts, depression, self harm, panic attacks, blood, cursing, yelling

Im very serious about this guys, if any of this, even a tiny bit, makes you feel the slightest bit weird, uncomfortable, anything. Stop reading. Don't read the chapters with these warnings. I do in fact give them for a reason, and I'd hate for any of you to experience anything negative because I didn't provide good enough warnings.

*I might not include Dream being railed by Tommy as a death for plot purposes. It is funny though*^The train, not actually railing thats weird. Im really funny okay haha please believe me

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Sewing my son's clothes back together was a lot harder than I realized. I did not know how to sew, and judging from how poor the stitching was, you could tell. I had never really dabbled in finer arts, at best I could draw a stick figure, possibly a dog. I was especially good at games though. Anything ranging from chess, to poker, to general card games. Seeing as Tommy and I had plenty of times on our hands, I had managed to create a misshapen chess board from one of the birch logs. It definitely wasn't the best,  but it was still playable and that's what mattered.

I had explained to Tommy the process of how I came to be resurrected, as well as the front I was currently putting up to manipulate Dream. The teen seemed proud of me, oddly enough, to celebrate he allowed me to ring a golden bell attached to the log. It seemed like an odd ritual, but who was I to tell an exiled, suicidal, six-teen year old boy that I didn't want to ring the bell he was obsessed with.

It was around midday when Dream came to check up on Tommy. The teen was back in his semi-patched clothes, being sure to rub himself into the dirt to appear more ill. The green man had come from the water with what appeared to be a trident. He seem confused once he saw me, sitting across from my son, playing chess.

"Tommy? It's your turn." My voice went soft, broken almost, startling the teen in front of me before he got the memo, moving his pawn.
"Take back that move." 

"Holy shit! That was close. I reckon I'll beat you in... let's say an hour." I rolled my eyes, watching him move a different piece, before moving my own pawn. I kept my eyes lowered as Dream walked behind me, resting his forearms on the beach chair behind me. I felt a large hand grip onto my shoulder, and intentionally flinched at the contact, willing my body to shiver. I felt the man behind me rub his thumb up and down on the fabric draped across my shoulders. Tommy seemed to be struggling to keep his mouth quiet. We both had to play our part.

"What brings you here Dream?" My voice was still gentle, my voice barely reaching the dirty blond behind me. My son moved another piece. I glanced at the board for a few seconds, before shifting my queen diagonal.
"Checkmate, Tommy."

Dream seemed to be smiling, or, it felt like it. I was blessed to see his face very often.
"I'm.. checking on Tommy. Thought we could hang out a bit, but you guys are playing so-"

I quickly cut him off, starting to pack away the wooden pieces, forcing my hands to shake. With extreme muscle tension, you could cause your body to slightly vibrate. 
"We were just finishing, would you like to hang out?"

Tommy looked into my eyes for a few seconds, hopefully finding that I was dreading this interaction. Beforehand, I had given him my previous compass which led to Techno's base. If anything unfavorable happened, the teen could always hide out there for the time being. Tommy seemed reluctant to take it, but in the end he had enough common sense to realize it could save his life one day.