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Dream escaping was something Tommy had dreaded since Dream was put in prison. Deep down Tommy knew that Dream's escape was inevitable, when his life begins to return to some form of normality, Dream strips that away.
That brought us to where we are now. Tommy was running as fast as he could through the biomes looking for Dream. It had been around 2 days and he had not stopped running, the sun was starting to set again and he knew he would not survive the night without shelter.
He slowed down a little, checking his surroundings. He was in a spruce forest, to his left was what seemed to be a flower field and to his right, a desert.
He turned to his left and jogged towards the flowers. He climbed a small hill, hoping to get a good look on the entire field, praying there was some sort of structure.
He could make out a small cabin in the distance, lanterns hanging above the porch, lighting up the surrounding area.
He looked down at the two figures he could just about make out, they were sat on their knees in front of the house. It looked to be two men. They were facing each other, the sun lighting up their faces.
Tommy stepped closer. A mask lay beside them... one with a smily face.
This was Dream... and George. The goggles resting atop George’s head were visible now. The brunet held something in his hand. A flower crown.
George fiddled with it in his hand before motioning for Dream to bend his head forwards. Tommy watched as Dream did so, George softly placed the flower crown on Dream’s head, smiling as he did.
The crown was made out of white lilies, each one interlinked with another. It was a beautiful sight to see, Dream smiling at George with a flower crown on his head.
This was not the same Dream he had known. This Dream was better, more pure.. one he preferred.
Tommy turned as Dream leaned in and kissed George, choosing not to intrude on an intimate moment.
And then Tommy began to walk, walk back to the SMP.
“Tommy! Tommy!” the familiar voice of Tubbo rang in his ears as he walked along the prime path. “Did you find him? Is he back?”
“Relax Tubbo, breathe. Yes, I found him,” his bestfriend’s face grew more calm and straight. “I let him go.”
Tubbo’s jaw dropped, “You did what?!”
“He’s with George, Tubbo. Everyone deserves love, even him. His love for George is something that even I can see. I let him go for good reason.”