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It all happened so fast none of them could react.

The assembly had been tense, impatience and righteous fury coursing through them as they had waited for the right time to strike. To jump in and protect their own, weapons gripped and keen to meet their enemy. So when the time came they clashed, his fighting had been mostly silent, focused on his own target as he slid and maneuvered around them like water. Parrying their blades and dodging the reaching hands wanting to restrain him until their opponent retreated, finally cornered, finally waylaid against the very walls he had built and intended to trap his prey in. 

One second to take the victory sweet on their tongues and turn it bitter.

One second Tommy was raising the Axe of Peace, a wide malice grin on his face as he stared down at Dream who had been knocked to the ground before the teen and in the next as Dream's mask shattered under the downward thrust of the blade suddenly a green glow had lit up around the tyrant's hand. The glow was beautiful an emerald green that would have been more beautiful had the sun been able to touch in, but in the deep lair it only reflected off the walls, mixing with the glowstones' warm golden light. It coated the man's hand and was shoved towards Tommy, spreading across the teen's chest, Tubbo and the rest only able to gasp as a shadowy figure was shoved out of the blonde's back and into the far wall. Tommy himself falls on his ass and gasps as if he had just come from underwater, the glow finishing its ripple across his person before fading away. 

The youngest L'Manbergian scrabbled to turn around on the floor, limbs awkward as if he had just started using them before waving his arms out at the others urgently. "WHATEVER YOU FUCKIN' DO DONT LET THAT THING TOUCH YOU! DREAM! HURRY AND KILL THE BASTARD BEFORE IT GETS AWAY!" 

Those that had stepped forward to look at the shape had instantly jumped back at the boy's scream. The group bumble, bumping into each other but giving the mass space and luckily in time too as the dark mass had started curling and stretching to form into a more -though not entirely- human shape, sickly yellow eyes and mouth form and glowed with rage. It screeched, the sound making those with more sensitive ears wince from its piercing note, and tried to lunge at Tommy but before it could get near Dream was off the floor and meeting it in the air. He stared right over the fallen L'Manbergian and grabbed the creature by the throat, driving it into the ground along with creating a small crater from the force. The thing clawing at his hand does hardly any damage as Dream continued to crush its windpipe, if it even had one. The scene is one to behold, the rescue team hardly able to act after seeing the raw display of strength from the man, truly only ever having witnessed the force of his attacks through weapons not bare hands. 

What also locked their feet to the floor was the sheer ferocity coating Dream's expression, frightening intensity rolling off him in waves as a face none present had ever gotten to see before is twisted as he glared at the being below him.

"Told you you would fuck up, and now it's time to say goodbye." Dream hisses, eyes hidden from the others as short cut blonde hair is abruptly replaced with writhing snakes, all hissing like the man they were attached too as they focused on the figure below them. The snakes sudden appearance drew all attention to them, reaching all the way to the man's shoulder blades, curling and slithering over his shoulders, neck and forehead paying everyone else in the room no attention but instead focusing on the dark mass still being strangled in Dream's grip. Some feeling safe that the snakes weren't turned on them noted how they were mostly a glossy black color with three thin red stripes running down the back and sides, their eyes a striking toxic green before shifting to a glowing white. The shadow figure screams and flails, trying to weaken the hold on it but its efforts quickly fade as its form living shadows constantly shifting and flowing alters to stiff rough stone.

As its final screams finished echoing through the room Dream stands. The air thickens again with tension but the man keeps his face pointed down at the mass of stone, snakes slithered and twisting around seemingly to block his features from view and in a shift motion he brings his heel down to crush the new statue, breaking it in half. They watch as fractures spiderweb from the break, smaller pieces clattering off onto the floor and the dust settles as grips falter on their weapons, glaces flickered to one another.

Tommy scoofs, still on the floor a few feet away from the event that just took place and glares at the older man, playful annoyance lighting his eyes. He was more casually sitting now, gently massaging and flexing his hands. "Damnit green man, I wanted to get a hit in before you killed it! Now it's just a lump of rubble and would be a bitch to punch!"

Said man, with the (his?) snakes now seemingly calmed and laying over and down his shoulders lazily, had placed his hands over his eyes then turned to smirk at the teen. "Then you should have gotten off your ass and came over here then huh, Tomothy?"

While Tommy gasps indignantly the tension had eased to a prolonged silence as the gathered company took everything in. 

Multiple people were looking between each other, hoping anyone else would have a single clue about what had just happened. Some slipping their weapons away at seeing no fighting was immediately going to start. The sudden peace makes movements awkward as Dream doesn't instigate the fight or try to flee during their confusion. What was he waiting for? Was he going to continue fighting, pursuing Tommy for his evil intentions? Flee to fight another time, despite the group still outnumbering him the actions with the shadow had left them all shaken and unorganized, he was still physically fine and could easily slip away if he wanted? Was he giving up, a far more unbelievable response after everything that has just transpired but perhaps taking on that creature had some affect on him they weren't aware of? He instead just stands before them, hands still covering his eyes and shoulders dipped, though in relief or resignation those observing couldn't tell.

"Ok. I think I gave it enough time and I must just be stupid.' Tubbo sighs, crossing his arms as he breaks from where he had been dragged back into the group and stares down his friend and their up-to-like-10-minutes-ago-possibly-still enemy, the two turning to look (or in Dream's case not since his hands were still covering his eyes) at the ex-president. 'What. The fuck. Just happened?"

"A lot of shit.' Tommy groans, finally standing up on weak legs, shaking them out and dusting himself off. He scoffs, trying to fold his arms angrily but Tubbo could see how his hands shake ever so slightly and his blue eyes were shifting over all of them nervously. He might not always be the smartest, having coined "Tubbo Moments" by his friends (in good fun of course), but even he can clearly notice the difference in his friend's mannerisms, from five minutes ago to now beings as different as night and day. Gone was the bloodthirsty edge that had sharpened his friend's eyes, replaced with the snarky and rebellious glow that Tubbo had thought died out a long time ago, body only tensed by new nervousness rather than tight like a coiled spring driven by some unknown desire to jump into battles at any given opportunity. 'Like several months worth of shit because you bastards couldn't tell I was possessed and getting fucking puppeted around like a stupid puppet on strings by that shady motherfucker. Honestly the teletubby bitch is my new best friend after all the shit that fucker pulled on us and him having to save me, do you know how fucking embarrassing it is that this neon green loser was the one having to protect me?!"

"Wait hold on-protect you? We're here because Dream was abusing you! Is this some kinda stockholm syndrome thing? Oh my gods are you falling in love with Dream, ARE YOU GAY?!" Tubbo gasps, looking between the two with new horror. He looks like he's about to jump forward and pull his friend away but Tommy only stumbles from where he had been beginning to pace, head snapping back to meet the other boy's face in absolute disgust.

"Tubbo Tubbo Tubbo, you fool, you idiot my bestest of friends please shut up before I have to kill you for ever putting that mental image in my head.' Tommy whines, rubbing his eyes like the image really had been seared behind his lids. Dream shudders slightly in the background, eyes still covered but mouth twisted in a disgusted frown, easing Tubbo's stretched worry so the older boy focuses on his friend again. 'No no no, in a million, gullizion years hell fucking no. Dream is a handsome man, but he will never ever be my type. I only love women, gorgeous women and primes, thank you very much."

"Ok… can we not get side tracked and focus please?' Puffy asks, trying to break the uncomfortable feeling that had settled in the air after that sudden accusation by slipping her sword back into its scabbard, letting her hands rest on her hips. 'Can we get back to the whole "Dream wasn't torturing me, but protecting me" part? We saw the evidence; the bruises, the tower, we even had Technoblade's witness to Dream arguing with you then pinning you down, Tommy!"

She gestures to the fading marks still on Tommy's wrists and back in the direction of the portal still swirling and humming quietly behind the gathered server members. Her voice stays calm but she still shoots uneasy looks between the blonde and snake haired man, clearly more open to listening but still very doubtful of the broken up information she and the rest had been given.

"The green fuck was protecting his mask so I didn't die by turning into fucking stone like that shadow and he was arguing with the Dreamon because the little bitch was wanting to shove my hands into the blacksmith's lava for fun!' Tommy shots back, glaring at the sheep captain who only continued to look at him in confusion. 'All your "evidence" is complete bullshit made up by that motherfucker to get you all to act like total idiots and go after Dream for the shit it was doing! It was the causing all the fights and almost getting people killed and the one blowing up creepers and trying to throw me into fucking lava and off that fucking tower and NO ONE COULD FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT BUT THIS STUPID BASTARD WHO PUT UP WITH THAT MONSTER FUCKING WITH HIM FOR ALMOST HALF A YEAR JUST TO SAVE MY ASS!!"

Tommy pants, his scream echoing off the walls and trailed by shocked silence. Netherite boot falls fill the quiet and Dream steps up next to him. The man seems to realize he can't use his hands, still covering his eyes as they were, so he nudges the teen with his shoulder then does so again when Tommy doesn't turn to him. When the younger blond finally does he smiles softly, the snakes curling around his face flicking their tongues out lazily at him. "Its ok to be mad but they couldn't have known Tommy, I knew because I could sense it trying to over take your code and made sure to manipulate anyone close to you to keep them from figuring it out. That's why I was trying to find proof before I exposed it, so they would have an easier time breaking off its influence…but it played me like a noteblock."

"Oh fuck off with that bullshit, I saw everything you self sacrificing bastard!' Tommy snaps, twisting away to jab his finger in the other's face, the snakes not feeling the least bit threatened by the sudden movement. A few even stretch forward to flick their tongues at it curiously. He glares at the man who can't see his actions, eyes flashing with a mess of emotions hastily painted over by frustration.'You were trying at every opportunity to keep it under control, you just couldn't do shit because it had me as fucking collateral and everyone else tied around its stupid fucking finger. I bet my discs when you would go off for days you were trying to find ways to exercise that low level piece of shit demon, huh? I'm fucking right aren't I? I'm so smart and you're such a dumbass softie I fucking bet you had some plans set up for all this too huh?"

They all watch as Dream stutters, hands slacking in shock and slipping enough to expose the high parts of his cheeks and tips of his ears turning red before clamping  back more tightly back over his eyes. "Look-Ok so there was a plan but…but look it was that you guys would show up and-and I had a theory because of how Wilbur acted that you wouldn't remember everything so I knew I might have to take some heat so…so I planned that I would get killed right? I figured since everyone was pretty mad and all that the Dreamon or someone else would land a killing blow at some point, so I thought respawning would give me the chance to get into the code and get rid of it that way but it hit my mask first, which was really lucky honestly because I think it was aiming for my skull-but anyway the hit scattered my mask's enchantments enough that I was able to bend it into a vague shield and protect you while I knocked the Dreamon out. So I mean it… it didn't turn out to be a completely self sacrificial plan ?"

""Didn't turn out completely self sacrificing"...Fucking hell Dream we need to get you in fucking therapy, you were planning to let yourself get killed by that bastard or any of these idiots! That's as self sacrificing as it comes you just got fucking lucky it fucked up and hit your damn mask and it's stupid magic worked or you'd likely be respawning right now!' The teen rants, pulling his hand back to wave both around at the room as a whole. Some of the audience to their argument stuffle, trying to decide if they should get involved but get ignored as Tommy continues, not out of steam yet. 'Like seriously Dream your IQ is like a thousand but I swear it fucking drops to the fucking negatives when it comes to taking care of yourself! You let that fucker mess with you for weeks instead of letting it kill me-"

Dream tenses, his snakes not hissing but twisting jerkily around each other and his wrists in distress. "I would never have let it kill you, Tommy, I would die a million times before then. Losing cannon lives leaves a permanent scar on the soul, it's why living in hardcore is a big deal and I wasn't going to let you go through that…I don't have that issue, I could have handled it."

"What do you mean you don't have to deal with cannon lives?' Sapnap cuts in, pushing his way to the front of the group. He stared down his ex-friend, seeming to switch between frustration and bewilderment as his right hand grips his sword handle. 'What are you talking about, we all start with three cannon lives on this server."

The snake haired man grimaces, turning his head in the direction of the pyromancer before going back to facing Tommy, shoulders hunching ever so slightly. He seems to take a moment to form what he wants to say before sighing. "I'm the admin of the server, everyone knows that's basic knowledge. Most don't know about the connections between admins and gods though, for admins to be able to control and apply their abilities they are either created or form a bond with a god. Some admins start as regular players and gain their abilities from the bond and go off to use them to make servers and such and hardly ever need to interact with their god. The admins who are made by gods however…we're tied to our gods, acting as vessels for them to interact and gain energy from the servers they make and place us in to run for them. Because we're made…we are stronger than bond-made admins, developing in ways to aid our gods to do what they need. It's…It's our entire life's purpose, and to complete mine the universe decided I should be able to die as much as needed without going into limbo I guess."

There's a moment of silence as everyone takes that in before Tubbo gasps, the brown haired teen stepping forward in shock before stopping. He whirls back to the crowd, focusing on Nikki and Eret with a pointed look before looking back at Dream, who rotates to face him. "Life purposes! We talked about that at Church Prime before the Manberg War! You asked me what I thought was better, following our life purposes even if we hated them or rejecting them even if it angers the gods…that's what you're talking about right? What's your purpose that you want to reject?"

"I-' Dream cuts himself off by turning away again but Tommy nudges him, sending the man a curious look he can't see. The man is obviously wanting to avoid the question, hands tensing and untensing in front of his eyes, body starting to bounce on the balls of his feel like he's ready to run, to escape the group and the question entirely. However he seems to resign himself to telling, he takes a shuddering breath before speaking, his snakes hissing lowly in discomfort. 'My purpose is to get my god, XD, energy and while some gods get it through prayers and offerings XD-XD is an egotistical asshole and prefers to get his energy directly from player code…he feeds off player deaths."

The silence was near suffocating, unease building in the air once more.

"Oh. My. Fucking. Gods! You literal dumbasses, he's saying that he is trying to go against that!' Tommy breaks in, slapping his hand to his face before glaring at the others. He steps between the two groups, putting Dream behind him almost like he was trying to block him from their sight and folds his arms again. 'Are you guys just stupid, because you're all looking real fucking stupid not listening to what the fuck is being said. Even fucking Tubbo said it, "What purpose are you rejecting" or fucking whatever he said, meaning Dream doesn't wanna do that shit, he even said his god is a fucking asshole ! And him spending all this time saving my fucking amazing big man self should show that he means it, if he didn't give a fuck we wouldn't be here right now!"

Tommy doesn't give them a chance to respond before he's turning on his heel, walking over to the Axe of Peace and letting it vanish into his inventory before turning back to Dream. He slips his hand into the crease of his elbow and starts pulling him along, not fast or hard enough to dislodge the man's hands from his eyes, but begins to walk towards the elevator. Dream stumbles slightly after him, sputtering but not able to break the teen's hold without releasing the hold on his own eyes. The young blonde waves his other hand casually back at the rest, shooting a narked glare over his shoulder. 'If you're all gonna be fucking morons, I'm tired as fuck and gonna leave your asses to sort yourselves out and I sure as fuck ain't leaving Dream in your hands so he's coming with me. Fuck off and go figure out how to think cog-cognig-congig-"

"Cognitively?" Dream supplies weakly, holding a tone between appreciative awe and obviously trying to hold back his laughter. His steps are more like stumbles, feet awkwardly trying to keep him going in the right direction without seeing where to go along with being dragged, but there's a looser more relieved bounce to it than any of his movements before.

"Yea that, fucking English nerd or some shit maybe I should just drop you off at Techno's so you can fucking fangirl with him about big fancy words that no normal fucking people know or care about." Tommy rants, still not breaking his stride towards the lift.

"Hold on a minute!' Tubbo shouts in bewilderment, running after them and pulling Tommy to a stop, making Dream bump into the two. The rest shuffle forward too, not wanting to be left too far away from the events happening, or risk Tommy actually just dipping with Dream in tow like he seems to have decided on doing. 'Wait wait wait, we're just processing! This is a lot after all to work out and understand! Let's just take a minute, ok? Why don't we just chill out and maybe explain things a bit better? It's still not all completely making sense? Like when did Dream realize you were possessed? And if Dream said you might not remember how do you remember? And how do we know your memories aren't just messed up? Not that I'm saying Dream is lying, but is there anyone who can vouch for all of this that isn't the one that was supposedly being processed and the one claiming they were?"

"I mean, I told you nerds I thought something was off but you didn't listen. So that's kind of an L on your part." Technoblade calls from the back. The piglin hybrid and Phil sat on some chairs, likely made from the crafting table someone had placed off to the side, weapons out of sight but their very presence still made them known as threats. The warrior had his arms folded casually, sitting almost as if he was watching a drama while his avian friend seemed to have a book and pen out, writing something down with hyper focus before dogging the page's corner and letting the items disappear.

"Even if Technoblade brought it up how do we know either of them are telling the truth?' Quackity speaks up, glaring between the piglin and snake haired man. He steps from the side where he'd been next to Jack and Fundy, turning to face the group and gestures to Tommy. 'Even if we're gonna listen to Dream at all, he said it himself that Tommy can have his memories fucked, so if no one else can speak up for him I still say we at least throw Dream in the jail house or something until we get it all sorted! That would be the best thing to do for everyone!"

Sapnap steps up next to the duck hybrid, sheathing his sword to fold his arms. The fire wielder looks conflicted, hope mixing with uncertainty and distrust as he glances over at Dream but with the man still turned away his expression only drops more and he turns back to the others. "I agree, even if Dream seems ok…he's still sneaky and can be a threat, we should be cautious."

Tubbo shares a look with Nikki and Eret again, the three seeming to have a silent discussion. Jack, Fundy and Ranboo just stand awkwardly, not sure what they could contribute to the conversation while the Badland members whisper to one another. Punz and Puffy stand to the side, observing the others before looking over to Phil, Techno and Wilbur who had joined the other two and was talking quietly to them. All the whispering and split conversations hushed when Tommy gasped, looking back at the teen who had a look of realization on his face. The teen looks over at Dream and carefully removes his hand from his elbow before snapping back around to look at the crowd, eyes searching over everyone before landing on the white hoodied mercenary and lights up. 

"You! Punz! You supposedly came up with the plan to sneak attack Dream but he said he planned all of this so how the fuck did you get a hold of the fucking compass and know how to get here through the Nether?!' Despite his sharp words his eyes were hopeful, staring down the other blonde as he gestured between them and the compass Tommy pulls from his own inventory. He waves it around to show the others, even though they had see it during their meeting before they had all come here, before letting it flash back away so he could gesture wildly. 'So you had to be in on the plan right?! You had to have been working with Dream so you can be our fucking vouch right?! Tell these motherfuckers Dream isn't lying and I'm not a fucking amnesiac like fucking Ranboob or whatever over there!" 

Ranboo sputters at suddenly being brought into the conversation, not to mention their name being butchered but keeps silent as everyone turns to look at the aforementioned person. 

They seem to take a moment before sighing, walking over to stand next to Tommy and Dream both of whom perk up. The older blond smiles slightly at the younger before turning to the snake haired man and flicks his forehead gently, still causing said man to yelp at the sudden unseen action. "Yea Tommy you got it, I was working with this bullheaded guy the whole time. I tried to talk him out of his plan but it really was the only way we could think of getting rid of the Dreamon without you ending up like a brick. I'm glad we stumbled on the secret third option, though."

Tommy notices how the mercenary secretly grips the bottom of Dream's hoodie before releasing it as they turn around, feeling it was intimate he decides to keep it to himself to bug Dream about later because they have bigger things to deal with right now besides the admin's possible love life. Punz goes to talk but Sapnap is rushing forward, clenching the neck of their hoodie and bringing their faces close, Tommy likely being the only one able to catch what's being said due to his place next to them. 

"You're working with him?! So you were with him when I told you about the books?!' The raven haired man hisses lowly, glancing over the blond's shoulder at Dream before looking back at them. 'I trusted you, you lying bastard, how can you tell me he isn't a threat after what I told you?"

Punz doesn't try to fight or remove the pyromancer's grip, only raising an unimpressed eyebrow at him. "I've always sided with Dream because he's never had reason to turn against me, because I don't decide to just fuck around and cause problems for the hell of it. I don't decide to join enemy countries on a whim for drugs, or kill him out of boredom or betray him and hunt him down because I can't get my head out of my ass and actually try talking with him about our issues. So frankly as far as I know and care you've always been more of a threat to the server and to Dream himself than he has ever been."

Sapnap's grip drops, eyes wide as he takes in what they had said before stumbling back to Quackity's side, deep in thought as he stares at the floor. Tommy catches Dream sighing, as if he had been holding his breath and feels him slip inconspicuously closer to Punz, the teen now absolutely sure they had been flirting at some point and he will take pleasure in teasing them about it after this is all done. Now that Sapnap's reaction was over, Punz faced the crowd again. "Yes, as I just told Sapnap I've been working with Dream since the beginning, trying to help him figure out how to protect Tommy and get rid of the Dreamon safely but it left no leeway and so everything they've said, as unorganized as it's been, has been one hundred percent true."

Muttering breaks out but Quackity speaks up again. "Dreamon, Dreamon, Dreamon you guys keep calling that thing a Dreamon but still haven't explain what a Dreamon even fucking is or when it started possessing Tommy! What are you guys trying to hide?!"

"Fucking primes Quackity they aren't trying to hide shit stop trying to start fights, if you wanna fucking know we can tell you if you just ask motherfucker!" Tommy yells back, scowling at the other L'Manbergian.

The two look ready to continue shouting at one another but are stopped when Eret steps forward and ignores them as she walks up to Dream. The man tenses at the sudden silence but relaxes slightly as the royal speaks. "I believe we may be here awhile sorting everything out and I doubt it's very comfortable keeping your hands over your eyes. Would you be interested in my sunglasses? They likely aren't as strong as your mask but should be strong enough to keep everyone safe as we talk."

"Y-Yea that would be great, thanks." Dream agrees, smiling hesitantly as Eret takes off their glasses. His pure white eyes are exposed as she hands them to the man with their own smile, bowing and showing their respect before turning on her heel to stand back at Nikki's side. Dream holds the glasses delicately before turning away to put them on, once they're in place he wavers for a moment before turning back around with his hands clenched nervously at his sides, ready to reach up and cover his eyes again if the shades don't work. The worry was unneeded as they worked perfectly fine, completely covering his eyes and a bit of area around them to protect from any accidental side peaks. With his face now almost completely revealed the others could see his features were a lot softer than they were expecting, still sharp but his chin curves to a round point, his face is splattered with freckles of brown hues and his lips a light rosy color. Several faces flush but are covered by coughs and quick glances away, Dream's face turning from nervousness to confusion at their reactions.

Phil snorts and decides to save the poor fools, one of which is his own son who is still staring at Dream in adulation, by drawing the man's attention to him. "So Dream how about we make this all a little easier. While you start from the beginning everyone will set up some seats, it sounds like this is gonna be a long story to tell."

Some delay doing as the man says, but a look from Techno has people scrambling to the crafting table or making their own as Dream chuckles softly.

"Ok-Ok yea so it started out when Tommy hit me with his minecart…"

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Dream had been exploring, taking the time to see the new structures being built on his server when he had decided to check out Tommy's railway. It could easily be seen that it was made by an overzealous teen, twisting and turning at odd angles and haphazardly made with blocks of cobblestone but there was a touch of love to it that Dream couldn't deny added to its charm. 

He was so distracted, looking down at the ocean flowing below the bridge, that he almost didn't hear Tommy's shouts and the sound of wheels screeching. 

The man's eyes snap up, twisting to see said teen riding in a minecart sailing down the tracks towards him. Skills brought from years of manhunts and competitions gives him the few seconds to brace and lean away from the cart before it hit, knocking him down into the cool sea water, mask hitting the water first he feels a crack split where the pressure between the water and his head crushed it -along with a ripple that feels different than the cool liquid around him, more like a small thread of fabric being pulled and bunching up the blanket he's curl in- but refocusing he followed through with the waves surrounding him, letting it pull and spin him so he wouldn't have to fight it getting back to the surface. Wiping the water from his eyes he quickly checks to see where Tommy is, seeing the cart still rolling down the track although now going much slower from the impact and the blond leaning over the back to check behind him in alarm. Dream appreciates the worry but not knowing how much damage his mask had taken causes a shiver of anxiety to crawl up his spine, not wanting to risk Tommy catching sight of him he ducks away behind some rocks. 

"I'm fine Tommy! Just give me a minute, 'k?" He calls just to make sure the young L'Manbergian doesn't try to jump in after him before slipping back under the water to hide, letting himself sink several feet. With his mask now off his snakes manifest to float through the water lazily as he pulls his admin code to give temporary respiration and night vision to see clearly through the dark water and the admin inspects his mask as his mind wanders. Gods he hates that name, L'Manbergian, L'Manberg is so fucking stupid and Wilbur is such an ass for naming it and for building it on the backs of child soldiers and drugs…but he decided to give them their freedom and he sticks to his agreements. Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy didn't deserve getting dragged into all of that, especially without understanding it and not being allowed dual-citizenship, though Dream hadn't planned to have any kingdom or empire set up before making the agreement with Eret.

It takes little time to find where the fracture is, nearly dead center at the top of his mask, a good two inches but luckily with the enchantments still holding no pieces were lost so he could easily tug his code to fill the small gaps and seal them back up. Doing so took only a few minutes so he slips it on and kicks back to the surface, feeling his magic tuck away, unable to be used til he takes off the mask again.

Breaking the surface he takes a deep breath, feeling the last of the enchantments fade as he swims over to the hill and starts to check over his tools and weapons, only to realize they're missing. Figuring they got knocked from his belt he looks around only to see Tommy holding them in his arms, looking panicked as he talks with Tubbo, who had likely shown up while Dream was in the water. Thankful for the lucky excuse the man raises his arm and waves at the two teens, catching their attention.

"Hey! Thanks for finding those, I was looking for them, I'll be over in a second to get them!' He calls and he's thinking the boys might actually be maturing some when the thought is thrown out as the mischievous boys send him matching smirks and middle fingers before running off, items in tow. 'Fucking primes. Honestly I should have expected that, nothing's ever simple when those two are together."

Sighing he finishes getting to the top and can see their forms getting smaller in the direction of the main Dreamsmp, he wonders if it's worth going after them or just spending the time grinding for new ones, but figures he should at least try getting them back first, if only to say he tried when Sapnap and George laugh at him for letting them get stolen in the first place. So he follows after, the admin taking his time to enjoy the stroll back and letting the boys have their fun, thinking they're in some big chase, game of keep away or whatever other scheme they've cooked up. Making it back to the Greater Dreamsmp he looks around, taking in the black and yellow concrete walls around L'Manberg and the towers Eret had built to watch over their rejected country. They shoot high into the air and reflect some of the noon day sun's light off its windows, the gray concrete walls lined with obsidian turning the beauty a bit more threatening, not that it really bothered him. Dream could already tell the royal was feeling guilty over his decision to betray them, despite agreeing the lies and scheming weren't right, she had still been their friend and had worked hard in the beginning to aid them. Dream couldn't hold that against him, if Wilbur and Tommy hadn't tried to start their group on stealing and killing him he wouldn't have cared what they were doing, he had the basic three rules for a reason after all. He enjoyed seeing others' creativity and abilities to adapt and grow around each other, he had argued with XD for weeks on permitting players into the server, but even being allowed out of XD's grasp to make friends he was still being choked by its lead, the god having its own ulterior motives and always caring about its wants above all else. When Dream asked to let players on, that's when the lead became a noose and he was told the god's real goal.

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"So~ My little vessel you want to bring players onto my server?"

Dream could feel the god's grin even through its mask and he already regrets bringing up his hope of inviting his new friends to their server. 

"Yes, I'll even make sure to build up a church for you near spawn so they can pray and leave offerings."

The god chuckles, mask tilting side to side but Dream knew it was all just for show, to "play player" as XD says, to mock him for his desire to be more like and befriend the naturally spawned players. XD doesn't care about players, that they're such amazing beings who can do so many things, be so many things and share it all with each other to continue the growth beyond anything it was before. When Dream had first seen players he could see the destruction they could cause, how an entire town was wiped out from paranoia and jealousy and fear but he had also seen love and companionship and joy. 

He wanted that…

But XD didn't care. XD is his creator and saw the players as toys, as food, and hardly more than entertainment before they met their ends and parts of their code consumed by it. So when Dream was finally able to be among players he was devastated to learn his very form scared and even petrified them. Turning the poor curious and friendly people who had first greeted him to cold hard stone with faces twisted in horror and pain. 

From then onwards he hated XD for not warning him. 

If the god would toy with him like he was one of the players then he would give it its very own medicine. So over time he worked, researching and testing and mourning failure after failure until he finally made his own enchantments to conceal his form and the cursed abilities it had with it, allowing him to be around players like he had always hoped…

Which only lead him back to now, faced again with his god, his creator, ridiculing his desires and facing him with another obstacle.

"Foolish foolish vessel. I might even be kind, despite all your naive stubbornness but understand that there is no bargaining with me. I have control of this world and any and all things living or dead on it, so know that if you want your precious players you must bend to my favor. That means I do not want just measly offering or prayers, I want your childishness to end and I want the taste of their code on my tongue, how that comes to be can be by your choice but know I will not be kept waiting long. Remember your purpose isn't to play player, you were made to be my vessel and act on my will alone." Its words echo in his mind as the whitelist passes are accepted and his communicator pings as his friends access the server for the first time. He wonders when the icy feeling in his stomach will go away, if it ever will, or if he'll simply be swallowed by it and frozen over but he has to go meet his friends so he shoves it down and turns from his god. 

He already rebelled once with creating his mask, he can sure as hell figure out how to do so again, he promised himself he won't let any harm come to his players, he will be kind and set simple rules they can easily follow so there's no need for fighting or death. 

He's hopeful about trying to have to this chance at life.

----

Taking the path up from L'Manberg's main gate to Tommy's home, or was it his ex-home and now the embassy, the teen still seemed to live in it so Dream didn't bother questioning it too much as he walked in the double wooden doors.

Tommy was talking with Tubbo again, items now out of sight, but hearing the man come in he turns and folds his arms as a cocky grin splits his face. The two are in their regular clothes, likely believing Dream would be too desperate to kill them without knowing where the tools are, as if Dream hadn't been able to use his own deduction abilities before to find the discs when Tommy had stolen them back before the war but they obviously don't care to think that far ahead. Again Dream wonders if it would just be better to walk out the door right now and leave the teens stumped in whatever plans they had while he got new items but if Dream is anything he's stubborn and the easy way is typically never the fun way so sighing internal he accepts it's now too late to walk away now. "Alright, since you guys aren't just handing me back my stuff I take it you want something?"

"You fucking bet green man!' Tommy laughs, walking around Dream as if to try and intimidate him -he would point out to the younger blond that it wouldn't be happening any time soon but that would just cause the teen to start yelling- so Dream bites his tongue to keep from chuckling. 'We wanna make a trade!"

Tubbo stays back, letting his friend obviously take the lead but Dream can see his eyes focused on the admin's movements, carefully keeping watch in case Dream decides to lash out against Tommy. Not that Dream really had any intention of doing so but ever since Wilbur had done his smear campaign and gotten any and all new members to listen to him they had taken to watching Dream like he was a dangerous criminal, or a vicious tyrant, ready to attack and destroy at any given time. As if he hadn't been the one to invite them all on to begin with, but Wilbur certainly had a way with words and it would take a good while for them to realize Dream's actual place in the war hadn't been as the antagonist but just as the mediator trying to keep the peace just to be forced into a war when the true antagonists wouldn't back down.

"Are you even listening you fucking stupid green bastard?' Tommy snaps, breaking Dream from his thoughts and turning from where he had been facing Tubbo's direction, who looked unnerved from the silent unintentional staring the man had been doing. 'Did you hear a fucking word of the trade deal I was making or do I have to fucking say it again because your fucking IQ has dropped a million percent from that fall in the ocean?"

"I'm pretty sure that fall was your fault for hitting me off the tracks and I didn't lose any brain cells from it but thanks for worrying." Dream chuckles.

"I wasn't worried about shit you bitch, least of all you and your stupid fucking useless brain cells!' Tommy screeches, waving his hands wildly like he was trying to shoo away the very idea that he could be worried about Dream. 'Besides, it was your fucking fault for being a dumbass and being on the tracks! Why the fuck were you on them anyway? On your way to my summer home so you can fuck up another home of mine you piece of shit?! Well you're not allowed and if you so much as go near it and something happens to Henry and I find out I will kick your ass myself you stupid neon green bitch!"

Tommy throws up his fists like he's about to fight Dream right then and there but Dream just sighs, putting his hands on his hips and rolling his eyes (not that the two boys could see and likely better for Dream's ears that they couldn't) as he tilts his head back, completely ignoring Tommy's attempt to instigate him. "Look I wasn't doing shit. I was just wandering around, believe it or not, and just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. So if we wanna get back on point, what was the trade you were wanting to do Tommy?"

"I want your bitch ass to never be seen around my houses or L'Manberg again. What about that, you piece of shit?' Tommy mutters but Tubbo nudges him with his elbow and the blond blows out a loud sigh. 'I fucking want my discs back for your tools and sword, ok? I think it's fair, you don't have to grind or some shit for new ones and I get back what belongs to me."

Dream raises a brow under his mask and sighs wearily, he should have known that would be the trade the boy wanted. "First of all remember you traded the discs to me for L'Manberg's independence, they belong to me fair and square, which means secondly it wouldn't be a fair trade because it would be giving up something of mine for something of mine that you stole. It could also mean I could use giving them back as an excuse to revoke L'Manberg's independence, since the trade would be voided."

The two youngest L'Manbergians look ready to start arguing with him but he raises a finger, cutting them off and taking a moment to walk around them to stand next to Tommy's ender chest. "However, I honestly don't care about the discs themselves or even holding on to them for the sake of the treaty. I do care about the server and specifically Tommy's behavior on it and the rules he's broken. So I'm willing to make a counter trade, are you willing to listen?"

Tubbo looks interested and when Tommy looks ready to give a curse filled refusal, the shorter boy nudges him again. Tommy turns his glare to him but the brunette just raises an eyebrow at his taller friend and gestures for him to lean over. When Tommy hesitates doing so Tubbo grabs his collar and tugs him down, making the blond choke before they start whispering quickly to one another. If Dream wanted he could focus and listen in but instead he tunes them out as he turns around and riffles through the chest, having to move some stuff around before grabbing the item he was thinking of and closing it again. He holds the item gently, running his thumb softly over the surface before hearing the two coming to an agreement and turning around to face them, the item held behind his back.

"Ok fucking green bastard, what trade are you wanting to do since you won't give me my fucking discs?" Tommy groans, Tubbo sighing quietly behind him but still stands by his side to stare the older blond down.

"I won't give you the discs, at least not until I see some proof that you can go around without spontaneously deciding to destroy someone's build. L'Manberg may be your guys territory for the time being but everything else is still considered Greater Dreamsmp land and under my protection. But I get wanting them back, or at least wanting reassurance I won't just say fuck it and toss them out. So what do you think of you holding onto something important of mine and as long as you promise not to lose, trade off or damage it, I promise to not lose, damage or trade off your discs? That way we both hold leverage and it keeps both in line, sound fair?"

Tommy scoffs. "Do you even have anything as valuable and special as my amazing discs?"

"Doubt it holds the same value to you that it does to me.' Dream chuckles before pulling the item from behind his back. The item is a bundle of leather tied with a ripped strip of green cloth, hardly looking like anything more than what could be stitched together to make some weak armor but the older man holds it carefully, like it's something frail and important. 'This is the letter from my horse, Spirit, they…they passed before you came on the server. It means a lot to me so I hope this shows that I'm serious about this trade and want to see you do better on the server. I think you could do a lot of cool stuff if you weren't being such a little shit all the time."

An insult is on the younger boy's tongue, Dream could see it resting there ready to be jabbed at him like a blade but it's stilled, Tommy almost seems to swallow it as he looks between the admin and the bundle he's holding critically. Tubbo is just as silent, some emotion sitting in his eyes that Dream just can't seem to decipher and while the heavy scrutiny is a little disheartening, he again curses Wilbur's woven lies, he allows himself to sit in it hoping they'll find whatever they need to trust his word and make this trade. Hopefully it will lead to Tommy maturing some and the server becoming more peaceful again. Tommy makes some false starts, mouth opening before quickly shutting again as he thinks, Dream waiting patiently as he holds Spirit's leather and misses the warmth that used to lay under it and just as Tubbo looks ready to nudge Tommy and get him to make a decision the blond groans and turns the glare he had developed from the ground to the smiley faced mask.

"So if I temporarily hold on to the fucking dead horse and not cause shit then you'll stop being a stupid green bitch and give me my discs back without breaking the treaty?' He asks, gesturing to the item before pointing threateningly at Dream. 'That's it, just fucking behave or some shit and I get my discs back?! That sounds like a fucking scam if I've ever fucking heard one! What's your real deal you green bastard, you must have some other reason for trying to do this fucking trade?!" 

"It's not and that's why we're doing this trade to prove it.' Dream lifts the leather invitingly, starting to get frustrated. 'That's really all I ask, oh and obviously getting my tools and sword back but literally that's all I want. You don't cause shit, no burning down trees or stealing people's stuff and once I see you've been doing good for a while then we trade back and all's good. No secret plans, not dastardly plots meant to fuck you over just wanting gods damned peace on this server."

"Fine you stupid bastard, I'm holding you to this and I swear to prime if I learn you got even a scratch on either of them I'm turning your horse into a pair of fucking boots." The teen grunts, folding his arms stubbornly after snatching the bundle from Dream's hands and letting it disappear to his inventory.

"I even gave one to Skeppy for safe keeping, that way both aren't in one place and with him off the server most of the time if I did decide to get rid of them I wouldn't be able to destroy both."

Tommy gasps. "You motherfucker what do you mean you gave one to Skeppy?! He's a trickster,a fucking troll who likes to mess with people's shit! What if he does something to my disc?!"

Dream rolls his eyes, patience getting thinner and thinner as the arguments keep going. "Maybe you're starting to get why others are tired of your shit. Anyway, again he's hardly ever on the server so he wouldn't even be able to mess with them most of the time and he doesn't have any reason to. I just asked him to hold on to it until it's time to give it back, and he knows when to be serious when he needs to."

Tubbo cuts Tommy off before he can start ranting more and goes over to a corner of the room, pulling up the wood boarding to start pulling out the tools hidden underneath. Tommy sighs and goes over to help, gathering them in his arms before shuffling back over. He tries to drop them on Dream's feet but he just takes a step back before bending down to inspect them, they all look in good condition still, except he notices something wrong.

"Where's my sword?" He sighs, tapping the others to vanish them into his inventory.

"I don't know, didn't see it, maybe it got lost in the fucking ocean or something? Maybe you should go back and look for it." Tommy shrugs, looking away from Dream but the man could see his shoulders hike up defensively.

"Tommy…" Dragging out the name the older blond just stares the other down through his mask, putting his hands on his hips to keep from strangling the kid. Honestly he was so tired of this conversation and he was just ready to leave but he really wanted to know where the sword he had worked so hard on was. The teen tries to avoid his gaze and the room filled with the rustling as Tubbo just wastes time fiddling with items in Tommy's chests. 

The younger boy finally groans. "Ok ok fine, we fucking lost it while we were running here. Some dumbass left a hole in the ground and I almost fell in so I lost it when I stumbled. Are you happy? Is the deal still on?"

"Yes it's still on,' Dream sighs, bringing a hand up to rub at his mask before turning away from the two teens. 'Ok well I'm tired and now I gotta go either find my sword or make a new one, so please don't cause any more trouble once I'm out of sight? See ya."

Dream leaves out the doors and can already hear Tommy whisper yelling at Tubbo but decides to ignore it for the time being. Any future Tommy related issues can be solved by future Dream, current Dream has some backtracking and possible hours of grinding to do and he isn't looking forward to either. Relishing in the breeze and warm sun while he can, the admin takes a minute to just breath after that whole ordeal before continuing on his path, taking the steps one at a time and enjoying the peace he's feeling.

----

Tommy has the perfect plan, a big man plan that couldn't go wrong because he is just the biggest of men and his plans never go wrong.

The first part of his plan had been waiting for Skeppy to get back on the server. Him and Bad spent a lot of time off it so Tommy couldn't even threaten the curse hating bastard to get his husband-friend-whatever-relationship-they-fucking-have-with-each-other but it doesn't matter because he had been so smart and sneaky and been "behaving" as Dream, the fucking green fucking bitch that he is, had asked and so Tommy had been flying perfectly under the man's radar and soon his plans would be able to come into action.

And the reason is because Skeppy had returned to the server.

His plan was simple really, well really there had been an update to his plans. The first plan had been that he would find Bad and curse at him until he got Skeppy on the server and then force the diamond hybrid to give him his disc back but after talking with Tubbo about it the only had explained that would just lead to the two ratting on him to fucking Dream and possibly getting his discs destroyed. He had argued that he could just kill them again and make them agree to not tell but Tubbo, always the skeptic, always the doubter of his big man-ness had argued that they would just do it when he left them alone, or worse kill him and get the disc back and give it to Dream and possibly lead to the treaty being broken. Personally, he didn’t see how they couldn’t just fight the fucker again and gain independence a second time, but the brunette didn’t look impressed so he had asked what the other thought they could do to get it from the infamous troll.

----

“Why don’t we just make a trade?’ Tubbo had pondered, gesturing to the bundle still in Tommy’s hands. ‘Maybe he would be willing to get ahold of Spirit’s leather for like a prank or iou with Dream in exchange for the disc? Seems like a better shot of working than to outright attack him first at least.”

The blond had been feeling mixed on it, not sure why the man would give something seemingly so valuable to Tommy, his literal enemy, just to somehow prove that he meant well? Tommy just couldn’t make sense of it because there was no way in prime Dream, tyrant of the server, could actually fucking care about him and not have some ulterior motive. Tommy was smart, despite what Wilbur and Techno would say, so he knew an advantage when he saw it and decided to take the opportunity to get something of Dream’s and possibly get his discs back. Dream hadn’t had any weaknesses during the first war, but if another crops up then Tommy would be ready. Dream would be on his knees crying like the little green bitch he is for the leather back and Tommy would be the one making demands this time around.

“Tubbo my friend, my sidekick, that’s a brilliant idea!”

----

So here he was, rushing over to Punz’s house to hopefully find the demon or his partner.

Getting down the hill to Punz's house he took a minute to breath before stepping on the pressure plates and walking inside.

"Oh Punz! Punz good sir, big man, my friend if you weren't friends with Dream, I have a question for you!" Tommy calls out, looking around the room. It was quiet for a moment before footsteps from upstairs were heard, the hooded mercenary taking their time to come down as they looked over him with disinterest. Tommy would pick a fight from receiving that expression but restrains himself like the big man, the crafty fucker that he is because he's on a mission and he can't fuck it up right out of the gate. 

"Hey Tommy, what do you need?" Punz asks, sliding their hands into the pockets of their hoodie and leaning against the wall.

"So it's not really something I need from you man, I actually need Skeppy if he's around.' Tommy replies, looking around to see if the diamondling was in sight. Not wanting Punz to give any information back to the green bastard, the teen blurts out a randomly thought excuse. 'It for uh-for a prank. Yea you see I wanna fuck with someone and Skeppy is the biggest of trolls, you know it's his whole fucking things and all but maybe you're just a moron and don't know. Fuck sorry I don't think you're a moron forget that last part. Anyway, yea I need him for a prank so could you tell me if he's around?"

Their expression had changed from disinterest to amusement, though if they saw through Tommy's amazing lie, which he highly doubted because it was a flawless excuse and should work one hundred percent, they didn't say anything about it. Just sighing and telling him to stay put (and not touch anything, added on with a narrowed stare that had Tommy shoving his hands in his own pockets) the older blond walks away to another door off to the side and disappears behind it. 

Before Tommy could debate the merit of trying to sneakily look through the chests, Punz returns with Skeppy in tow, the diamond hybrid bouncing on the balls of his feet. He grinned widely at seeing Tommy and quickly ushered him outside.

"Come on, any good trolls are planned out of range of telling eyes or ears!' The master memer tugs the teen along until they are down by the fountain, walking along the edge of it he looks at Tommy eagerly. 'So my young pranker in training, who's the target, what's the timeframe and what do you have in mind?"

Tommy laughs awkwardly, trailing around on the ground to keep up with the man. "Well actually, here's the think. I actually don't have a prank planned, or a timeframe or really a target but-"

"Oh so you haven't decided yet! Awesome we can figure someone out, I haven't been on the server in awhile so I don't know who all is here now but I'm sure we can pick someone easy!' The black eyed man grins, rubbing his hands together which gives off a slight screeching sound that made Tommy internally wince. Primes, who needs fucking pranks when the man can just rub his hands together and make people's ears bleed? 'What about your buddy Wilbur or whatever, I don't think I've really gotten to meet him but he sounds like a pretty interesting guy to prank?"

"No no no we're not getting Wilbur involved with fucking anything!' Tommy exclaims, waving his arms about before groaning. 'Look I didn't actually wanna talk to you about pranks ok? It was a fucking lie, a ruse that I fucking got past Punz the fucking mercenary because I need to make a trade with you!"

Skeppy pauses, shock crossing his face before his shoulders slump and he pouts. He folds his arms and hops down from the fountain to sit on its edge. "Seriously dude? I thought we were gonna make a super cool prank! This sucks,what dumb trade were you wanting to do anyway?"

"It's not dumb you blue rock bastard!' Tommy snaps before trying to compose himself, pulling an extra enderchest from his inventory to set down proudly. 'Whatever, look! I want to make a trade with you Skeppy, an amazing, totally equally benefitting trade for both of us so you should totally agree to it!"

"You haven't even shown what you wanna trade? Why would I agree to a trade where I haven't even seen what's being traded yet? That would be stupid.' Skeppy points out with a skeptic eyebrow raise, looking at the chest boredly before looking back at the teen. 'And can we hurry this up, I was hanging out with Bad and Punz and would like to get back to our stuff before I have to go check on my server."

"Would you just hold on for a fucking second,sweet prime I'm trying to amp it up, give it some dramatic build up, have you ever fucking heard of dramatic build up, you probably haven't with that attitude you fucker.' Tommy grumbles before turning around to reach in the chest and yank out the horse leather,presenting it with a wide gesture. 'Look at this fucking thing, I don't fucking want it, I want my disc that you have and I wanna trade the two. So my disc for Spirit's leather so you can have something one up on Dream, maybe use it for a prank for something if you wanna fucking do one so bad."

"How in the world did you get Spirit's leather?" Skeppy gasps, looking it over curiously before looking back at Tommy.

Tommy scoofs, having his hand at it carelessly. "Fucking Dream gave it to me as some sign of trust or fairness or fucking whatever. Nothing about the green bastard is fair or trustable but apparently if I hold on to that and "behave" as he would say then he might give me my discs back. But I don't wanna fucking hold on to the think and I want my discs now over some random time in the future so my offer is you get to hold onto the leather and I get my fucking disc back and we all get to be happy!"

The young blond watches as the the diamondling falls deep in thought, hands gently caressing the hide but pulling away when one of the edges of his finger makes a small cut in it. He seems to think a bit longer before sighing tiredly, playfulness fading and his edges looking sharper as he looks up seriously at the teen. 

"Look I'm not gonna make this trade Tommy-"

"WHY FUCKING NOT, I JUST WANT MY PRIMES DAMNED DISCS, IS THE SO FUCKING HARD TO ASK FOR?!" Tommy explodes, ready to take the leather back and tear it to shreds before throwing it back in Dream's ugly masked face but Skeppy's expression doesn't faulter. 

"It is Tommy, you really need to understand that giving something away in a trade, especially for something as serious as your nation's independence, is hard to take back. They're not yours anymore and I don't think your friends would be happy that you gave up their freedom for some hunks of plastic, right?"

"Tubbo would fucking understand you prick, he's my best friend! My sidekick! He was with me in the fight with me against Dream for them and he would do it again! He cares about the discs just as much as I do!" Tommy screamed, jabbing his finger at the diamond man's chest, rage boiling in his veins despite the pain said action caused.

Skeppy only hummed. "Does he? Does he actually care about the discs themselves or just that they were something you guys did something fun and exciting over? Do you really think he would tell you to pick the discs over your nation and other friends?"

The rage dulls some, still simmering but now put to the back burner as Tommy thought it over. Would Tubbo tell him to pick the nation over the discs? He wasn't sure, he would hope his friend cared about them like he did but he had also told him several times during their battle with Dream to give them up so they didn't die, didn't risk a cannon death over them because they could go hunting for more. But they had worked so hard for them! They had spend hours out in the fields looking for creepers and skeletons and dodging their explosions and arrows to get those discs! They were important, probably one of the most important items on the server! 

…So why had Tubbo been so much more happy to hear they had gotten independence than sad to hear the discs were now in the hands of their enemy again?

Putting the crisis to the side for now Tommy only brought his scowl back and folded his arms. "It doesn't matter, Tubbo still knows I care about the discs and would want me to have them, so make this trade with me. You can get some fucking iou from Dream or whatever for it and it'll all work out."

Skeppy seems disappointed in his response, making the screeching noise again as he rubbed his face then slaps his hands down on the fountain to push himself up.

"Like I said, I'm not making the trade with you Tommy.' He groans, stretching and looking at the teen tiredly. 'Look I get it, they matter and all that, but I'll give you some advice. There's a thin line between a troller and a griefer and it's understanding when it's time to call the prank off. When things get out of hand and you're causing more harm than you can fix, that's why 2B2T exists, they don't care about fixing their mistakes or causing others trouble on that server so all destruction is mutual. But this is the Dreamsmp, and Dream only has a few rules he asks people to follow, maybe try respecting that and people will respect you more. If you keep causing trouble you could get banned from the server and even reported to the admin's council. Do you know what happens if a complaint about you gets sent to the admin's council?"

"Fucking what, they'll scold me or some shit?' Tommy scoofs, rolling his eyes. 'Fucking Wilbur and Dream those "responsible" dickhead already do that, how is it any different?"

"How about the fact they can get you banned from server hopping?' Skeppy shrugs, seeing Tommy's jaw drop he sighs. 'Yea, they can send out a notice to keep you from hopping to different servers, if you're lucky you might get to stay on a server you like but if you're kicked outta this one and no others accept you you would be stuck in the hub until you're granted permission back."

"THATS SO FUCKING STUPID WHAT THE FUCK!! I COULD GET LOCKED IN THE FUCKING HUB IF DREAM WHINES LIKE A BITCH TO THE COUNCIL?!" Tommy screeches, the pitch almost matching the older man's earlier noises but Skeppy barely bats an eye. 

"No, actually anyone else could send in the complaint too. The council would come to evaluate and get testimonies of the damages and issues you're causing, hear that Dream's been trying to punish you fairly without completely kicking you from the server, and decide themselves that your actions should have you locked in the hub." The diamond hybrid finishes, emphasizing his point by poking the teen's head.

"That's bullshit, I'm not doing anything bad enough to deserve getting sent to the fucking hub, that's fucking cruel and stupid and the council is a bunch of bastards!"

"So you believe but many members on this server and probably even others one would say otherwise.' Skeppy raises a brow at him before sighing and shoving the leather back into Tommy's hands. 'Look the point is just accept the deal that Dream gave you and just stop being a little shit long enough to get your discs back, have some fucking patience like you were telling me to have and just suck it up dude. Dream pretty chill and is good about holding to his deals, if he said he'll give them back to you then he will, just give it time."

"Fucking whatever you've been useless and unhelpful anyway, go be with your fucking boyfriend or whatever that muffin fucker is!" Tommy hisses, turning and shoving the leather back in the enderchest before spinning around and stomping away.

"You forgot your chest, kid!" The man calls mockingly, gesturing down to where it still sat in the grass.

Tommy doesn't even bother turning around, holding his hand back to flip the other off. "Fuck off you blue faced prick, I don't fucking need it anyway it can be Punz's fucking problem!"

Skeppy just laughs as Tommy continues to leave, the diamondling's voice fading as Tommy finds a part of Punz's wall to break through to get out and makes his way back towards his house.

Seriously what the fucking hell, like primes he just wants his discs and his country and his friends! Why is it so hard to have all of those?! Why does Dream have to be such a fucking dick about it like "oh I'm Dream, a green fucking bastard and I can't let Tommy have anything he wants because I just love fucking with him!" like gods, just because he does some light griefing and theft now and then somehow he's the bad guy even though everyone else fucking does it?! Why is it only him getting in trouble, like so what if most of the time Dream isn't around to see the other issues, when he is he scolds them but he doesn't steal their fucking shit like he did him! 

Y̷̞͚̋̀ŏ̶̝ǘ̴̼͠'̷̹̾r̵͈̺̈́͋̚ḛ̸̲̈́͆̕ ̶̡̲͂̆͐r̶̺̘̙̾ǐ̷̖g̸̰̮͋h̴͔͎̀t̴͓̺̀͜,̵̱̤̑͆͘ ̴̨͈̋̋y̸̺͍̌͂̚o̸̝͐ụ̴͑ͅ ̸̰̇̾̍s̸̜̹̈h̵̦͕́͐̾ô̴̘̋̅u̶̬̹̽͂͗l̶̺̺̰̏̚͘d̸̝̫̈n̷̥̊'̷͉͇̪̾̔ẗ̴̡̮́̈́ͅ ̴̖̅̂͘ḧ̸̳̘̜̚a̵̧͒̔̉v̸̦̈ę̸͌ ̶̎̈́͜͝t̴̩̏̎́o̵͎͐͛ ̶̻̀ô̴̳͕̺̂̚b̶̤̭͍̀e̵̢̜̽͝ỹ̸̥̘̦́͂ ̵̭͕̽̀h̵͕̅ì̶̱̑s̸̳͍̦̾͠ ̸̡͇͈̒̔͘r̵̛͕̞̭̓̅ů̴͙̯͚̄̚l̸͚̺͖͊e̴͕͊̆s̵͚̣̦̓̑.̸̯̞͕̈́ ̸̫̉͗́Y̸̹̩͔̑͒o̵̙̫͐͑̎u̶͎͝ ̸̛͎̩̳͛̽s̶̯̘̻͠ḥ̵̛͂ͅò̸̤̋u̵̻̩̓l̴̡̈́d̴̺̉ ̸͇͐͛b̶͕̾̋e̷̙̙̔ ̷̠̉̐̑a̸̦͒̔b̸̮̳̊l̷̮̮̫̍̌͘e̷̠̓̍ ̷̨̝̙͆͐̽ṭ̵̛̥̒ồ̴͖ ̶͖̤́̒̅d̶͚̜͈̃͒o̷̬̓̕ ̸̺͖͚͛ẉ̵͖̘͌h̶̩́͐͗a̵̟̮̲̓̃ṭ̴̜̇e̶̢̝̼͋͑́v̸̞̗͍͗́e̶̛͉͇̠̕r̸̼͙̅̔ ̴̨̜̱̔y̸̘̓̾͒o̴͙͆̏͋ǔ̴̗̠̒̈́ ̷̣͂̆̅ẅ̵̳͖̦́̓a̶͖͋̈́n̷̬͒ṯ̴̨̪̔͑.̸͖̞̈̅̌.̶̈́͜͝.̷̹͉͛

 Tommy flinches, his head starts aching slightly but after rubbing it for a moment the feeling fades. Continuing on his way he tries to remember what he was just thinking about.

Y̸͇̘͍̔̆̅̅o̷̠͈̘̯̊̿u̴͚̎̊͆̇ ̷̰͂͐͋̕s̵̬̺̎́͐h̵͓͐̎̎ơ̶̢͈̟̣̙u̵̬̳̓͂̈͌̑l̶̠̦̲͖̫̋̃̑̽̓d̴̰̔͑̏n̵̙͎̻̣̥̋̀̾̌̓'̴͕̺̥̺̠̿̽̑̏t̶̫̳̥̰̄̀͊͑̈ ̷̗̼͙̐̑͝h̴̢̡̺̘̘̆̑͛͗̕a̴̡̻̬̱̓ͅṽ̵̲͕̅e̷͖̿͂̋̕ ̴̞̭̤̔̏̓͌̕t̷̰̳̗̭̪̂ȯ̷̘̞̠̼̺͐͒͘̕ ̸̟̀̊̊̕ļ̴̧̖̠̀̃͘͠ị̸͍͖͂̒̀̐s̸͙͋̈̀́t̸̫͕͚̱͗͒͌ͅe̸̩̹̅͆͠ͅn̵̹̠̮̲̂͋͋,̶̦̙̠̏̂͜ ̸͔̭̞̄y̷̘͖͒̽̈́͊o̴̝͚͗̄͘ủ̸͉̹̪͈͉̂ ̴̡̃̋̄̈́͛s̸̡̻͈̤̓̃́h̶̗͙͉̽͒̚͝o̶̙̩̯̅̏̉͜ͅu̶̳̽͗̌l̷̛̛̗̀̍͂d̴͎̰̯̻̎̏̊̈́ͅ ̷̡̧̬̤͚͝b̴̢͍͂̑̈́e̷͚͎̳̔͊͒̿̍ ̶̞̩͙͉̣͂̀͐ḟ̵͕̭͊ŗ̶̍́̎͝ȩ̵̯̦͋ę̵͙̻̫͎́̍ ̷͉̖̯͍̤͗̀̚ţ̸̈́o̷͎͂͐͂͘͠ ̸̤̣̄͐̄d̸̡̻͇̮̺̑o̴͈̤̦͑̅̈́͘ ̸̬͉͍̲̈́̂͆̏w̶̧̫̱̳̼͐̈́͝h̵̭͆̽̊a̸̗͐̒̐t̶̢͇̮̮̜͐̓̏̃̒ ̷̺̰͓̗̄͘y̸̝̰̟̮͍̋͝o̴̝̙̦̎́ṵ̷̢̙̤̿̇͒̏ ̴̧͉̎̔ẅ̷̯̟̼͍ȧ̸͔̙͈͑̋̀͆ͅn̷̮̔͋t̶̺͚͙̰͚̿̐͊̀̾.̶̢͖̩̬́̈̊͛͘ ̸̡̛̮̤̒̅̀͝Ŵ̸͚̮̉̕ḧ̴̨̠̭͉̭́̏̕a̷̫̳̍t̷̨̠͎̗̤̅͋͑̎e̵̫͖̥̊̆͌̈́v̷̛͈̰ė̷̢̘͍̀͝ṟ̵̝̀̈́͆͌̀͜ ̵̲͔̐y̵̛̱̥͇̤̫͌̑͒͋o̷̧͉̊͋u̵̥̠̾̈́̒̚ ̶̩̣̣̼̏̉̍w̶̭̎͆͝ǎ̵̖n̶̥̻̻̾t̸̘̜̉̊̀̈́̚.̷͚̖̩͂͌ ̷̱̥̈͑W̷̱̪͠h̷͚͕̯̙̩́͝ẏ̴͍̯ ̵̧̡̺̬͆̋e̶̮͉͙̒̕͠ͅv̷̡̛̰̘̫̳̊ȩ̵̫͙̝͘̕͠n̸̝̥̐ ̶̳͍̪̺̀̿h̴͈͉͇͉͂̑̀̕i̶̱̬̲̻͓̿́̔͘̕s̵̢̼̒̒̾̋͗ ̸̱̑͌͐̓͝o̴̡̍w̶̡̝̉̈́̊́͐n̷̠̥̰̣̜͘̚͝ ̴͉̂̚f̵̢̫̪͈̅̀̍̂ṛ̸͉͖̣̈͠i̴͖̺̭̿̈́̽̃ȇ̸̢̢̳̮n̵̡͎̓̌͛d̴̩̤̉͋͠s̵̟̱̜̔̎̌͛̏ ̷̝̃́͠d̴̡̙̦̄̉̆̚͝o̸̢̗̓n̷̨̺͓̓̒̏͗̏'̸͓̯̆̉̓̒ẗ̴̥̖̤̽ ̴̢̖̼̯̼̐͑̆l̸̼̬̯̅̿̚ï̸̠̲͍͊̍s̶̭̪̲̲̓̉ţ̵̭̝̅̾̈́e̵̱̲͉͔͐̓̒̆͝n̸̩̣͌͊̚ ̶̻̆͂̎̋t̶̨͉̪̥̮͛̉̚ȯ̶̼͕͈̥̃̍͂̎ͅ ̸̡͇̳̠̟̓̇h̷͉̑̋̆i̸̼̯̮̇ͅm̷̥̐̆́ ̵̬͋͂͐m̶̘̖̟̩̻̀̔ọ̵̣͕̃̿͌̽͜ŝ̶̬t̸̮͉͌̔̓ ̷̣̬͂̃͒͐̚o̵̹̺̾̅f̴͚̝͚͉͌̉ ̴͕̯̳͙̇ṭ̴̦̱͚̦͐͒̊h̴̗͙̟̺̖͝ẻ̸̛̩͔̗̆͂ ̵̳̘̮̀͋̎t̷͕̂̋̊̔i̵̗̮̞̩͛̓͐m̶̝̖̿̽͐́e̷͔̔͒͘ͅ,̷̦̘̀͜ ̸̘̃̀͆̕ṟ̵̏͝i̷͙̱͚͒g̴̺̳̰̕h̶̛͓͍͖̭̬̔̂̊͒t̷̻͗̃?̵̛̲͎̰̐̅̆̌

Yea! Like George is always off doing who knows fucking what and even Sapnap tried to join L'Manberg because it's superior! He just wasn't allowed in because Wilbur's a fucking paranoid dickhead and believes Sapnap would have betrayed them to Dream. Not as if that didn't fucking happen with that royal bitch Eret, the fucking traitor they are. She had worked with Dream but maybe we could have had Sapnap on our side, that would have been a more even fight! We could have even won! He help Tubbo and I during the discs battle after all!

T̵̜̄̚h̶͔͓̆e̴̩̾͆n̵̿͜ ̸͔͈̇m̵͈͈̎͊a̷̛̻̹ỳ̵̰̦b̷̹̀͑ẻ̵̮͌ ̴͚̘̓y̷̺̐̄͜o̵̙͆͑ú̶̜̼͋ ̴̰̓̄s̸̼̏̈́h̸͈͇̅͝o̶̩͔̊̃ȗ̸̖ĺ̵̨͔͑d̷̡̻͑͘ ̶̩̑̇ͅt̸̯̠̔͑a̷̹̣̐̀l̵̼̉k̵͙̞͂͝ ̸̝̓̉ṭ̴̆ȏ̵͚̬͝ ̴͖̾t̴̃̚͜h̵̼̙̊̎į̶̆s̶͍͗̑ ̴̧̲̓̃S̷̪͋͂a̸̲̋͝p̸̱̜̒͑ņ̴͐̀a̴͎̙̿p̷̤̃̃ͅ ̶̝̦̑ą̷͗͠b̷̞͌͊o̸̧̫͆u̷̻̝̇t̷̬̝̏͝ ̷͕͝ͅs̴̑͜ͅi̵̧̖͝ḋ̴͉͉̕ḯ̴͙͚ṇ̴̎̈́ğ̴̲́ ̴̧̊̒w̵̻̏̈́ͅi̶̛͍͓̐ť̶̤͊ȟ̵̘̹̎ ̸̼͔̒̈́y̶̘̻̋͗o̴̞̎u̶͚̫͌͊ ̸̘̿ͅa̴̝͙͗̌ġ̷̝à̷̪͚i̶̲̿n̶͕͇̔̄,̵̘̮̓ ̷̻̈͗į̵́̌ͅf̷̖̏ ̴̟̝̒h̴̘̭̑ḙ̴̺̾̈́ ̸̞͍̈́͝h̶̼̜͂̓ǎ̴̰s̵̡͋͝ ̵̘̂̈́å̵ͅl̷̠̏r̴̡̤̅e̴̳̚a̵̛̱̚d̸̜͕͌̚y̵̩̚ ̷̒ͅd̴͉͌͜o̷̳͉̅ǹ̴͎̃e̵͉̕ ̶̮̰̔̒s̶̮̀͜ò̵͕,̵͙̫̕ ̸͓͎̈́m̵̟̓a̷̛̟y̴͈̮͒b̸̪̮̅ĕ̶͙̋ ̵̧̖̅̚ḫ̷̨̀e̶̹͂ ̸̧̤̈́̋w̸̝̩͆͑i̸̱̻͋ĺ̷̦̫̓l̸̮͠ ̵͈̰̑̂h̷̘̪̚͝e̴͇̒͗l̵͓̑̾p̵̬͖̔̓ ̶̡̼̃ÿ̸̢́o̴̹̹̊̀ù̸͔̈́ ̷͖̈́d̴̺̑͝e̵̜̓f̷̣͉̾ẽ̶̬a̸̖̘͗t̴̯͑ ̸͖͠D̵̰̺͝r̸̩̲̊e̸̥̓̄ä̴̰́͜m̸̠̒̒ ̵̩̙̚à̶̡̑g̶̲̞̀͝a̷͔͈̾î̶̦n̷͈̖̿͘.̸̳̖̉̽.̸̳͊.̷͎̉̈́

Yea! Fucking Sapnap and I teaming up would totally fucking take down Dream! Get him weak and force him to give back the discs, waiting for his stupid behavior watching be fucking primes damned!

Feeling the slight throbbing fade Tommy felt the fire from before get pushed back to the front and lit with lighting fluid. Spinning around -when had he stopped walking, eh it doesn't matter- he turns away from his home peaking just over

the edge of the hill and head back down the path toward the community house.

He has a blaze hybrid to find.