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Tommy doesn’t know why he agreed to this stupid projects class, but what he does know is that now he has to build a model of a building.
Normally, it’d be fine, but Technoblade and Dream are sitting in his workspace at the kitchen table, and it’s rather annoying to listen to them talk about his building as he works on it.
“It looks like a church,” Dream comments.
Technoblade snorts. “Tommy doesn’t give enough of a shit about any religion to make a church building.”
Tommy rolls his eyes and returns to working on the model for his projects class.
Dream leans across the table. “I’m right, though, it looks like a church.”
Technoblade groans from his seat on the other side of the table. “Dream, leave him alone.”
“Alright, Dream,” Tommy interrupts. “What god do they worship in this church?” He asks with a sly smile.
Dream pauses for a moment, then grins. “Prime.”
“Prime,” Tommy repeats, grinning.
“How are you gonna get your tithes?” Technoblade asks with a laugh.
“Donate to Prime!” Dream says immediately, laughing.
“Did you know,” Tommy says, “that it is completely free to give to Prime? It costs zero dollars, but makes Prime lots of money.”
“That’s-” Technoblade begins, but Dream interrupts him with a wheeze.
“Free money! All you have to do is give to Prime!”
Tommy and Technoblade cackle, Tommy banging his fist on the table.
“What is happening in here? Tommy, are you done with the project yet?” Tubbo asks as he enters, and Dream turns to him with a grin.
“Tubbo, are you interested in joining our religion? You know, if you donate to Prime, it costs you zero dollars-”
Tommy cackles as Tubbo stares in confusion.
“Dream, you can’t just make yourself a religion-” Tubbo starts, and Technoblade laughs.
“He absolutely can, he’s self-centered enough,” Technoblade wheezes, and Dream gapes.
“Now, listen here, Prime is very important and-”
“And how are you making money out of thin air?” Tubbo continues.
“The magic of Prime,” Tommy says, and Dream wheezes.
Tubbo stares at them, concerned.
“You know what they say,” Dream says, grinning. “You only need three people for it to be a religion.”
Technoblade groans, a wide grin on his face.
“Tommy, Tommy are you in?”
Tommy nods.
“Right, so we only need one more-”
“I’m almost disappointed,” Tubbo says.
“Disappointed that people aren’t giving to Prime, am I right?” Dream proclaims loudly, and Tommy wheezes, doubling over with laughter.
“Dream, Dream,” Tommy says between bouts of laughter. “Come on, man.”
“You’re generating money out of the air!” Dream proclaims, arms wide, and Technoblade buries his face in his arms while Tubbo watches entranced. “That’s why we are Jesus!”
“Heh?” Technoblade shouts as Dream and Tommy burst into laughter, and Tommy has to wipe his eyes after it subsides, and he takes in a shaking breath from laughing too hard.
“Here, I’ll prove it,” Dream says with a mischievous smile, and he opens the door to the backyard, where the rain is coming down in sheets.
“I think I will stay inside,” Technoblade says wisely, but Tommy’s already following Dream, Tubbo on his heels.
“Tubbo, if you follow us, you’re joining the religion. I’m thinking of calling it Church Prime-”
“Alright, alright, I’m in,” Tubbo complains as they head out into the rain.
“Dream, how are you going to prove we’re Jesus by standing out in a storm?” Tommy calls out over the sound of the rain, and Dream laughs.
“It’s about faith, Tommy!” He shouts, eyes flashing bright compared to the storm as he grins.
“It’s about faith,” Tubbo mocks. “Honestly, Dream-”
Thunder rumbles above them, drowning Tubbo out, and Dream smirks.
“See, Tubbo! You should be listening to me! I’m right!”
Tommy cackles as Tubbo tries to explain why thunder doesn’t immediately make Dream right as they continue into the storm.
A good distance from the house, Dream suddenly stops at the foot of a hill and he points. “We’re going up there.”
“Are you crazy!” Tubbo exclaims. “We’re gonna get struck by lightning!”
“Part of the test, Tubbo!”
“He’s gonna prove he’s God, Tubbo!” Tommy cackles, pushing wet hair out of his face, but it doesn’t do much to the fact that he can’t see in the storm very well.
Dream sets off up the hill.
The storm rumbles and Tommy scrambles upwards after Dream.
“You can’t be Jesus and God, Dream,” Tubbo complains, following them.
“I can be, because I’m giving my money to Prime-”
Tommy wheezes with laughter and misses whatever complaint Tubbo has after as they scramble to reach a high point.
Dream begins building a tower out of dirt beneath him, and Tommy scrambles to make his own next to Dream, Tubbo a short distance behind them.
Dream stands on the tower with a wide grin. “And then he said let there be Primes!”
Tommy and Tubbo burst into laughter, gripping onto each other’s shoulders as they try not to double over, the hysterical laughter almost getting to them.
The storm rages, blowing Tommy’s hair into his face, and he looks at Dream. “Dream, the lightning-”
“If Church Prime is meant to be, and if we are meant to be part of Church Prime, we’ll be safe!” Dream says, almost maniacally, but a sense of calm washes of Tommy as he approaches Dream’s spot on the tower.
“Dream, that’s not how this works,” Tubbo says, and thunder sounds.
The lightning bolt struck right in front of Tubbo, causing him to yelp and fall backward the short distance to the floor.
Tommy shrieks, a wide grin forming on his face. “See! You are not worthy to be up here with us!”
“This doesn’t prove anything!” Tubbo shouts.
“Tommy’s the Chosen One!” Dream exclaims, and Tommy throws his arms open and grins, the storm raging around him and Dream as Tubbo stares up at them.
“And for my first decree,” Dream continues. “The storm will stop!”
Tubbo opens his mouth to say something, but in an instant, the storm dies, and although the wind buffets the three of them, Tommy stares upwards at the clouds, the rain ceasing the pour on them.
“Holy-” Tommy says, and he turns to Dream, both grinning.
“There’s no way,” Tubbo moans, putting his head in his hands. “There’s no fucking way…”
“What can I say, Tubbs. Seems we’re simply the Chosen Ones,” Tommy says.
Dream wheezes and Tommy grins at him.
“Urgh, I’m heading back. I want to get dry,” Tubbo complains as he turns to leave, but Tommy just grins at Dream.