~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗩...+~

(this chapter contains manipulation so beware)

Dream was at the docks Tubbo had made weeks ago, preparing his trip to Tommy's island. He carefully bent down and pushed the wooden boat into the salty sea. Dream grunted as he stood on the oak platform, and grabbed the sides, careful not to get a splinter, and stepped in. His paddles were still on the dock, so he reached over and placed them on his lap. Breathing for a moment, the man started to move the paddles one by one, heading towards Tommy.

~+...AT THE ISLAND...+~

Tommy and Ghostbur collected materials for a new home. The one they currently had was slowly collapsing, and the rain from the past few days was making the dirt around, start to soften. "Hmph, why do I have to help you?! I wanna do something else," Tommy whined.

"Tommy don't complain, the harder you work, the better our home will be!" Wilbur convinced. Tommy sighed in frustration, and used his strength to lift a log up. He grabbed his axe that he had crafted, and chopped a small amount on both sides, making the sides flat when you set it up vertically. "How many more logs do we need?" Tommy groaned, his arms were covered in dry dirt, and his shoes were covered with mud.

Will looked up at the walls of wood they were building, they had a lot more to go for they only had ten logs put up. He sighed, "I guess we can take a break for now, come let's go wash your shoes and arms off at the beach".

Tommy nodded, and skipped for the flowy water, Ghostbur followed behind, his grey skin feeling the breeze of the wind. "Okay sit right there, and take your shoes off, I'll go get a bucket to scoop some water in, okay?" Wilbur acknowledged his friend. "Okay" Tommy said, trying to scratch some dirt off of his arm.

Wilbur headed towards the current home they had, the muddy one, and bent down in front of the entrance, picking up a metal bucket he was given by Ranboo, he grunted, stood back up, and headed back to Tommy.

The British teen sat on a log, just a few feet away from the water. He grabbed two twigs, and started drumming a beat on his legs, using his mouth to blow out a toon. He made a sound like a trumpet or a harmonica would make. "I'm back!" Will smiled. He jumped down the ledge and landed a few feet away from the boy.

"Hand me your shoes, and here" he gave him the bucket. "Go scoop up some water and I'll wait here". Tommy nodded in a reply, dropped the sticks, picked up his shoes from the ground, and handed them to the ghost. He ran to the water and squared down, making sure his pants wouldn't get wet. Tommy tilted the bucket to its side and let the water seep in.

He came back using his strength to not drop the pale. "Hmph, done. Now what?" Tommy asked, placing the water bucket down. "Wash your arms" Wilbur commanded softly. The boy nodded, and made his hands wet, applying them to his dirty arms. The dirt washed off, some of the water getting on his sleeves, it annoyed him but it was fine.

"Now wash your shoes"

Tommy sighed wondering why Wilbur couldn't have done it, but also knew that he would melt if he did so. "Fine," he replied. He dipped the sneakers into the water, and scrubbed all the dirt and wood chips he could see off. The boy did the same to the other shoe, and pulled them out, pouring the water remaining in the sneakers, off. "Now what?" Tommy asked, stretching. WIlbur smiled at the boy and replied, "We can let them dry on top of one of the logs, they'll probably be dry enough for you to wear tomorrow"