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Tommy decided he didn’t like Dream.
Well, he knew that already, but the fact Dream had just blown up his stuff AGAIN just solidified that thought.
Tommy stared at Dream, wishing he had a fish to slap him with. Dream smiled at him. Or maybe it was the mask.
Fish. Slap.
He made a note to kidnap a salmon child later.
Dream sighed in a disappointed kind of way.
“Tommy, this is for your own good. You went behind my back, and this is the punishment. You know this”
Tommy was starting to think Wilbur had the right idea. These so-called “friends” were so annoying. Then again, he didn’t think friends blew up other people’s stuff.
Lucky for Tommy, he had the foresight to make an extra set of iron tools and armour.
He was such a Big Man.
He glared at Dream. The mask stared back. God how he hated that mask.
“Fuck off Green Bitch! You’re nothing compared to me! I’m Big Man!”
Dream didn’t look impressed. Tommy puffed himself up so he resembled a thin beanpole with a slight dent at the top.
“Tommy, shut up”
Oh no. Dream did not just say that.
“WHAT THE FUCK DREAM, I AM BIG MAN, YOU CANNOT CONTAIN THIS EPICCNESS!”
Then the netherite sword came out, and Tommy was forced to rapidly reconsider his options.
“Okay-okay-okay I’ll shut up-l’ll shut up!”
Defiance was fun when death wasn’t an option, and Tommy wasn’t an idiot. He was a Man.
The Sword was put away, and Tommy could breathe again.
Until the fucking skeleton shot him
TommyInnit was shot by Arrow
“WHAT THE F-“