~+...EXILED...+~

~+...𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗫𝗜...+~

Tommy looked at the sand below him, kicking it. The sand felt itchy on the bottom of his feet. He knew he wasn't friends with Dream, but during these past few weeks he was the only one who visited him.

"Now, grab you things and put them in this whole" Dream said, kicking a hole in the sand with his foot.

"No! Why?! I already did that before!" He couldn't remember the last time it had happened, as he had lost track of time.

"Friends do what friends say, don't they Tommy?"

"And if you don't follow the rules bad things will happen, right? Actions have consequences, don't they?" Dream hinted, a mischievous grin on his face.

He wore a netherite armor that glimmered in the hot sun. His legs were covered by long laced boots that went half-way up his calves. Dream's hair was a dirty brown, due to his lack of showers in the past few weeks. He didn't have the time to do that. Lastly, he held a durable sword, his hand grabbing the end that was wrapped with lines of rope and bandages for better grip.

Tommy didn't reply and dumped the majority of his things, except a few carrots and a shovel. The rest were in chests for safe keeping for they weren't needed before Dream came.

"I know that's not everything Tommy, I'm not dumb"

"Are you sure about that" Tommy mumbled, laughing at his own joke quietly.

He sighed and placed the two carrots, and his wooden shovel into the hole.

"Good." Dream complimented, and he placed a block of TNT into the dent in the flat sand. He scratched a piece of flint and steel together, a spark of fire lighting off the explosion.

Dream flinched slightly as it boomed, and Tommy stepped back a few steps, hands over his ears.

"I'll be calling myself out now, friend" The name angered Tommy, enough to make him start running up the man.

"You shit! First you exile me" he grunted, his fist making contact with Dream's face, "then you take me to this stupid stupid island-" his fists started bleeding.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. Ghostbur heard from the house and hurriedly ran towards Tommy.

Dream's hands were in front of his exposed face, trying to protect himself. "Tommy stop!" it stung when his nose bled, and his eyes throbbing in pain. He wasn't able to physically fight the younger back because of his stiff armor. Dream's only weak spot was his face.

"Tommy! Stop that! You're hurting him!" Ghsotbur yelled in a deeper voice than usual.

"That's the fucking point you bastard!" Tommy hissed back. His breathing was heavy, his energy waisted. He paused, and Dream quickly got up during his moment, gripping his sword tight.

"Dream." Ghostbur stated. "Don't. That sword is so much stronger than Tommy" Wilbur was scared and shaking.

He brought the weapon to Tommy's throat, "I would never kill you, friend or not" he started talking, dragging the back of his hand across his face to wipe of the blood, "but don't fucking do that again"

The attack didn't affect to viciously, it was just that his armor was in the way. He had been beat up plenty of times.

Tommy's chest went up and down quickly and his breathes were filled with anger.

"Leave."

"Fine. Only because you're my best friend."

"I saw Tubbo at a hill! I watched him go inside it and it was confusing"

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a/n: sorry for slow updates, but woo i edited all the chapters, and now i think i like them a bit more
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