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Tommy POV
I never really liked Dream. I don't think I ever really liked him at all. So as I expected, exile was fucking torture. Dream usually came to blow up my stuff and give me somewhat comfort. I had no idea why he blew my stuff up, but hell it was annoying as shit.
I was sitting in my tent, trying to craft a netherite sword. After I crafted it, I hid it in a secret chest I put in the floor, so Dream wouldn't think I had a sword. I heard his footsteps echo on the solid wood path, so I put on the leather armor I made and pulled out a book. I began writing, to try and make it seem I had been busy with the latest edition of How to Sex.
"Tommy? You here?" I heard him call. I froze, "Yeah. I am." I replied and then continued writing. I looked up and saw the creepy smiley-face mask staring into my small tent. "Hello Tommy, how are you?" He said. I put my pencil down, "Kinda shit, now that you're here bitch." Dream sighed, "I guess I deserve that."
I didn't respond to him. Instead, I reverted back to writing in the hardcover book. Dream put his hand on the top of the book, "Tommy, do you know why I'm here?"
I glared at him, "To blow up my shit? I don't care Dream. Go away bitch. I want to write. Leave me the fuck alone." Dream just sighed. He put a hand on the edge of the tent, "I'm going to go walk around. Talk to you later."
I watched as he left, surprised. He just left. Didn't even make an attempt to blow my stuff up. I peeked outside. I saw a flash of bright green fly through the trees, catching the sun's light. Shaking my head, I left the tent in search of better gear. I leaped down into a mineshaft, pickaxe brandished. Landing in a pool of cold water, I began my search. I walked down the broken-down mineshaft, whistling as I walked. There was a flash of bright blue in the corner of my eye, Diamonds! I rushed over and began mining it. A glowing diamond appeared in my free hand. I found about 24 diamonds in total, just enough for a full set of armor. I placed them on a crafting table and made the entire set. I put the armor on, letting it reflect off of the lava nearby. Quite beautiful. I walked back up to the surface, pickaxe in hand once more. The light blinded me as I climbed up, finally touching the grass.
I walked back to my tent, rushing as fast as I could go. I dug up the chest that held the gleaming netherite sword from earlier. I shoved the diamond armor in.
Picking up the book, I went back to writing. A little while later, Dream came back, blood splattered on his clothes and armor. He walked right by the tent, heading toward the ocean. I figured he would be cleaning off the blood. Turns out, I was right, he came back dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his head. I laughed, "What did you do Dream? Leap in the fucking lake?"
He spun around, "In fact, I did." Dream continued walking away from the tent, his mask shining with droplets of water.
I sighed, "Dream! Come here you bitch! I got a question for you." He spun around and faced me, "Yeah?" "Why didn't you blow my stuff up today?" I whispered, feeling immediate regret. Dream jogged forward, "What did you say, you were kinda quiet." "Why didn't you blow my stuff up today?" Dream sat down, "Did you want me to blow your stuff up?" "No..." He stood up, "Well, okay then. Don't ask. I have my reasons, Tommy." He then dashed away, leaving me with about a million questions and zero answers.
The bright blood-red bed sat waiting in the tent for me to sleep in. I snuggled into the sheets and closed my eyes. I hoped that maybe Dream was trying to change, stop being such a fucking dick. Probably not going to happen but hey, at least I could try.
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I woke up the next day with a backache.
Most likely, it was from mining yesterday. Must've hit my back or something. I stretched as I got out of bed, suppressing a yawn. I gathered my stone tools and leather armor. I decided I was going to try and make this place a bit better, and make a pen for some livestock. Chickens, Cows, Pigs, Sheep. I quickly scribbled down a list of what I needed to do.
It took me a while to get my breakfast going. Just a few apples and some bread. Not much. I could start making other things once I got more chickens.
As I finished up, the all-too-familiar clank of boots walked on the path, coming toward me. "Tommy?" Dream called, "What up bitch. I'm going to hunt down some animals, want to come?" I yelled back. Dream glanced to the forest, "Sure, I saw a pretty populous grove on my trip yesterday, not too far from here." I shrugged, "Alright, let's go."
Dream walked ahead of me the entire time. The forest was fairly calm, the soft chirping of the birds one of the only sounds, besides the crunching of shoes against the fallen leaves. I fell way behind Dream, my backache getting worse by the minute. It hurt every step, but I didn't want to say anything.
Eventually, we came upon the flowery grove filled with animals of all variations. Dream tossed me a few leads, "Use these to bring the animals back. I have some wheat. How many animals do you want?" I glanced at a pig.
"Uhh, maybe like, five or more of each?" He nodded and went to chase after a couple of cows. I picked a few pigs and sheep to lead back home. I sheared the sheep I didn't take. Dream had about thirty animals, cows, sheep, and chickens all following his wheat.
Dream walked right up to me, "You ready to go?" I nodded. Together we began to walk back to Logdeshire. The animals nudged my side, trying to make me go back. I pushed them away. Dream hummed gently, in a language I didn't understand. The animals stopped, with their eyes glazed over. Facing Dream, the new livestock walked without noise. I stared at him, "What the fuck did you just do?"
Dream turned to me, "I got my secrets, you have yours. This is one." "OK Disney Princess." Dream rolled his eyes, "Don't." I snickered, "Well, I mean, you kinda are. You just sang and then you tamed a whole shit ton of animals. Disney Princess." We spent about ten minutes arguing about whether Dream was or wasn't a Disney Princess. Neither of us won.
I broke through the woods, back into the main entrance to Logdeshire. I guided Dream and his entourage of animals to the pens I had made earlier. We began to put the separate animals in their separate pens. I labeled the pens as Dream organized the animals.
I made an excuse to leave, telling Dream I needed a drink of water. I laid down on my bed. My back hurt more than ever. I was so close to screaming. "Tommy? Tommy, where are the animals going to sleep? Do you want me to make a shed for them?" Dream called. I went quiet, "Uh, yeah!" "Tommy is there a certain des-" I heard Dream come to a stop behind me. "Tommy, what the hell happened?" He muttered.
I felt his hand touch my back, "Tommy, is this your blood?" I sighed, "Maybe?" Dream sounded quite panicked as he rushed around, "Do you have any bandages? Any towels? Anything to clean up blood?" "No."
I listened as Dream rushed outside, his heavy breathing quite evident when he came back. I felt him press a cold, yet soft cloth to my back. “I used the wool from the sheep, figured this might be a bit more important than your original intentions.” Dream paused, “Tommy, isn’t Philza your father?” “He is, why?” “Tommy, I think you're growing your wings…”