Run Boy Run (can find it on ao3 in the first few chapters for free)

Chapter 8

(Sorry I didn't post for 20 days (I think?) I was busy but here I am!)

Around an hour or so had passed before someone came to see him. "Hey, love."

It was Fundy, ears pressed against his head and body tense. Dream felt another surge of anger- he had let this happen. "Fundy-"

The Foxborn shushed him, and he was about to snap back but then he unlocked his cell. "Come with me and stay quiet."

He was tired, aching and sore, did he really have a choice? Slipping out of the cell, he followed Fundy deeper into the prison. The man went to a blank wall, brushing his fingers against the top corner. The corner clicked like a button, and the wall slid away. "What-?"

"It's a bunker." Fundy grinned. "Leads a bit away to a place Tommy calls Pogtopia. Come on-" He held out an arm. "-you look like you could use some help."

He didn't argue, letting the other born support him as they made their way down the tunnel, the door closing behind them. He was silent the way there, since Dream was too exhausted to really do much else then put one foot in front of the other. Fundy, though, did enough talking for both of them.

"Schlatt was a last moment candidate." He explained. "He and another candidate formed a coalition. Wilbur and Tommy won, but once they counted the combined votes Schlatt became president. He changed us to Manburg and told me to tear down the walls." Fundy held up a swollen red hand. "It's a lot of work..."

"Are they..." He had to know. "Where's Tubbo?"

"Safe." Fundy confirmed, and the ball of coldness in his chest evaporated. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "He was here for a bit, acting a spy, but Schlatt found out. Tried to get Technoblade to publicly execute him." He shivered. "I think he didn't know that Techno's Wilbur's and Tommy's older brother. It didn't end well for him."

Dream wondered if it had anything to do with the burn on his face.

They reached the edge of the tunnel, which ended in a simple iron door. Fundy tapped on it in some type of pattern, and after a quiet second it opened. "You shouldn't be here Fu- Dream!"

It was Tubbo. The boy immediately forgot what he was saying, jumping forward and tackling him in a hug. He would've fallen if not for Fundy holding him up. He didn't care anyway because Tubbo was here and alive and safe. "Thank god."

Tubbo frowned. When he spoke, it was slow. "Thank... him, for what?"

"Nothing." He ruffled his hair. "We need to practice your Ender, child."

Ender was created by Endermen, and it had a few words with no translation. There was no word for 'younger' or 'youth' or 'kid', it all fell under 'child'. Younger borns or siblings were 'children' and older borns were 'elders'. It was also a term of endearment, and Tubbo preened. "We do we do we do!"

"You never speak Ender to me." Another voice said, and Tommy appeared beyond the door. He didn't look his best, arm in a sling and bandages covering little cuts and scratches on his face. "You look like shit, Dream."

"Right back at ya." Dream said at the same time Tubbo said, "You can't speak it, so it doesn't matter."

Tommy decided to answer Tubbo, whirling around on him. "You don't know that! Come on, say something!"

"The Romans left their art in the archives!"

Tommy froze, obviously confused, and Dream bursted out laughing, a soft wheeze sneaking through. Tommy turned to him, as if pretending Tubbo didn't speak. "Thanks Fundy, we got it from here."