~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗫𝗜...+~

Underneath, there was a ladder that led into a room, that held no effort to cover the walls with sturdy material. Instead it was just stone. It held tons of chests, just like Sam's base that Tommy nor Wilbur had known of. Surrounding the building was a fence made out of stripped logs.

"Hey Will?" Tommy said in an impatient voice. No answer. He sighed, and stepped out of the cabin, his feet making the wooden stairs creak.

He walked out of the perimeter of logs, with no sight of the man. "Wilbur!" as he called for his friends name his accent got a bit thicker.

"Tommy! I'm here!" A hand was barely poking out of from the bottom of the hill that leaded to the shore.

    "Hmph why do always have to be so far away" The younger groaned. He leaped down getting a glance of the other. He collapsed with a thud as he collided with the sand below him.

"Fucking-" Tommy spat as he tried to shake the sand out of his hair. Wilbur laughed and bent over, clenching his stomach.

"Oh fuck you" the boy scoffed in rage. He stood up, and spun in a circle. Handfuls of sand falling out.

"Are you okay?" Ghostbur finally asked once finished with his giggling fit.

"Yeah, what are you doing?" Tommy sighed. "I was looking for seaweed" the ghost replied, squatting back down again.

"For what?"

"So we can make some dye"

"Why would we need dye?" Tommy asked.

"So we can draw!" Ghostbur smiled innocently.

"This is a waste of time," Tommy replied.

Although of his rude remark, the former vice president sat down on the sand, watching his older friend look around.

As the day slipped from their hands, they found barley any seaweed before a figure started to show from afar.

"Who the fuck is that" Tommy muttered.

Once realizing who the person was, his heart dropped.

"That cunt" he cursed.

"Hello" Dream greeted. He tied his boat on a stranded log that was on the shore. "How are you guys?"

"Leave, Dream" Tommy demanded.

"Why would I listen to you?"

Tommy thought. "Just leave Dream, I don't give a shit about you"

"Awww" Dream groaned. "I thought we were friends" he frowned.

"Why the hell would you think that we're friends, no"

Ghostbur watched from Legsteadshire while the two argued. He thought of saying something, but knew that the powerful figure would do something to him if he did.

Dream sighed. "Tommy, if you keep lying to yourself, things are just going to get worse" he paused, "we're friends, and you can't do anything about it"