~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗩𝗜𝗜...+~

"YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATH DREAM WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Tommy yelled in spite.

"I prefer creative", he teased.

Two of the boys were scared and nervous by the essence of the American. The third, Ranboo, sitting on the floor, his hand rubbing the red mark on his face. Dream had slapped Ranboo in anger that he had left to sneak out.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Wilbur yelped in fear, bending down to meet Ranboo's.

"Ranboo don't be a baby. Get up." Dream demanded.

"Bu-but Dream! He's clearly in pain!" Ghostbur yelled, terrified. "Does it look like I care", Dream snapped. "Ranboo, now." Dream held out his hand for the frail boy. Ranboo grabbed his hand and stood up, pretending like nothing happened. "I will be back to return Ranboo back to L'manburg, where he will be testified in court for his actions" Dream stated, looking at Ranboo when he started talking about his punishment.

"During this time I want you both to blow up all of your items with this TNT, flint, and steel. Do you understand?". Tommy nodded scared. "Good"

He dragged Ranboo behind him leading him out of the Rabbit Hole. "I'll be back", he quickly whispered to Will and Tomathy. "Hurry up" Dream scolded. The victim turned around, and tried to keep up his pace with Dream.

Once they were out of sight, Wilbur turned to Tommy and gave him a death glare.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence Tommy asked, "How badly do you want to kill me right now on the scale of one to ten"

"I'm hovering over the near thirties Tommy. I mean what did you even do to get exiled?! All of this is your fault! Now Ranboo is probably going to get locked up, and we now need to get rid of all of your things!" Wilbur said, pure worry settling in.

"All of this is your fault!"

These words punched Tommy in the gut, making him feel guilty.

"I um. IburntdownGeorge'shouse" (I burnt down George's house) Tommy spat out, jumbling up the last couple of words.

"YOU WHAT?!" Wilbur yelled, making Tommy wince at the volume. "And Ranboo did it with me," he added.

"How great. So now Ranboo's going to get in even more trouble." Wilbur groaned in distress, plopping down on his pile of hay. He brushed his hand through his hair, and placed his face in his hands.

"Do we blow our stuff up?" Tommy asked, trying to change the subject. Wilbur thought for a moment. "Mmmm, no. I have a better idea".

"See that shovel probed up against that stick?" Wilbur said, pointing at a rusty shovel that had looked like it was about to break. Tommy looked around for a second and found the tool. "Good, go dig a deep whole near-by, it'll be our servers safe room, where we keep all of our things". Tommy nodded, not complaining about the work for he needed to make it up to Wilbur for causing all of this commotion.

"Wait that's kind of smart-" Tommy commented. "What do you mean 'kinda smart'? Of course it's smart! I thought of it!" Wilbur bragged.

~+...AT L'MANBURG...+~

"Okay, Ranboo, I'm loosing my patience here. Tell me why you went to visit Tommy or else I will pull the fourth lever." Karl sighed in frustration.