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Dream was always interested in the boy called, Tommyinnit. He was full of a spark, a great beam of energy that would warm everything around him. Aura of an angel radiated off of him, fiery like the burning sun. Tommy was definitely a wonder, when the arrow pierced the boys battle during war the world suffered a great shiver of coldness. His golden hair never seemed to fade, casting light off of the great orb in the sky. Dream watched him for some time, he now wanted to see what would happen when he broke the sun.
Everything was going perfectly, stifling a laugh at the somber expression in the 16 year old's face as his best friend exiled him. It would be an understatement to say the blazing child was a pain. Dream kept him composure, staying silent after a barrel of questions, finally Tommy gave up. A sneer crossed behind the porcelain mask as he caught sight of the perfect place to sever this sun. "Alright Tommy! Here we are, your new home." A croon laced with toxin left the smiling figure. "W-what the fuck do you mean Dream- I'm not fucking stay here-" There's the excessive rambling Dream wanted to rip apart. A snicker simply left him, taking out a shovel and carelessly digging a hole. The boy watched with turmoil, until Dream hopped out, suddenly equipping gleaming netheorite armor, a chill running down the golden boy's spine.
"Hey hey Dream buddy what are you-" The other let his sword lay limply around his shoulder before he smoothly interrupted him. "Put your stuff in the hole." The coolness quickly turned rigid, Tommy not making a move but simply letting out acres of arguing and insults. Tubbo wasn't here to protect anymore, Dream losing his patience and grazed his flaring sword upon his arm. The boy grabbed ahold of his arm when the blade pierced him, outbursting with rage. "I sad put your stuff in the hole." A bellowing voice distracted him from the pain, scarlet blood sullied the sword, dripping off it with a steady rhythm.
His heartbeat raced, without another second taking off his sparse amount of armor and emptying his inventory, other hand clutching the compass around his neck. "See, you should of listened." The masked man hummed before throwing a stick of dynamite, setting his stuff ablaze in a few seconds. The flash drowned out the scream of the desperate boy, soon forgetting he was left with no items. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN- I worked hard for that shit..." He growled, pointed teeth baring at the unfazed figure. Dream ignored him, taking out a bandage from out of his excessive belts and strode to Tommy. Before he could struggle, his arm was firmly grasped, earning a whimper. Bandages wrapped around the injury snugly, gloved hands moving speedily around the younger's joint. "See tommy, you just have to be a little more quiet." The voice wrapped around the defenseless boy's brain before the older smiled and tussled his hair. This would certainly be fun.