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There was something about Tommy that Dream couldn’t take his eyes away from. It was as if he was a constant supernova, destruction and self-destruction in one. But unlike Techno, whose violence was senseless and premeditated all at once, or Sapnap who burned for the sake of burning, Tommy had passion. He’d seen Tommy then - in L’manberg, dressed like a soldier at the ripe age of thirteen - and knew on sight he was witnessing something special, something beautiful.
Of course, he was right. Even now, the very concept of life and death as it was known was being reshaped, redesigned all for Tommy. Death, its permanence, its value, removed all so that Tommy had a second chance. While he was the God bringing it to action, Tommy was the saint to his miracle. He could smell the history books, the name ‘Tommy Innit’ front and centre. He’d proven to defeat death but couldn’t he go further? Couldn’t he defeat life?
Dream hardly remembered the words. It was no surprise considering he’d hardly looked at the other chapters of his book. But he remembered enough, and with enough intent he was sure to get results.
Silently, he stared at Tommy who was still, it seemed, unable to understand his situation. Tommy grasped at his head, feeling over where his head had caved in only days before. The carrion nibbled at his flesh in small enough numbers Tommy didn’t appear to notice them.
“Tommy…” Dream sang.
“You- Fuck off! Fuck off! Sam! Sam!” He screamed, covering his head as if Dream would kill him again. Did Tommy not understand why he’d had to die?
Dream sketched out some symbols from memory alone, turning back to Tommy who watched him like he was a constant threat. Couldn’t Tommy see he was trying to help him?
Finally, he cast the paper off into the lava. Tommy didn’t break eye-contact with him as he did it, an adorably confused expression on his face. Of course, he could have done this while Tommy was unaware but Dream felt like giving him a little hint before he eventually taught Tommy his art.
“What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? Are you bringing- No! Don’t bring Wilbur back, he’s dangerous-! Don’t you fucking dare!” Tommy pleaded, as if he was that naive. Why would he waste an opportunity like this on reviving Wilbur, something he could do whenever he wanted? It was clear Tommy needed a lot of guidance and he was likely to have a lot of free time to do just that shortly. If it worked, anyway.
Tommy’s head sloped down the rough obsidian walls, eyes unfocused, chest quieting.
“Tommy?” He clicked his fingers over Tommy’s unresponsive eyes.
Nothing.
Dream grinned to himself, “Alright, Tommy. I want you to do what I say from here out,” He demanded, though Tommy didn’t respond.
“Whenever I give you an order, you say ‘Yes Dream’,” He ordered.
“Yes, Dream…” He slurred, voice strangely monotone.
He’d have his Tommy back in no time…
“You'll do as I say. Forever."