Stick to the Script

Chapter 26

"Dream don't you dare". 

"What are you going to do? Stop me? You couldn't stop me then, Tommy, and you can't stop me now". 

Blind rage takes over as I launch myself at Dream, flinging my arms around hoping that my fists will connect with a punch. Dream laughs and immediately flings me off of him. As I stand back up to face him, Dream kicks me back down. I can't even lift my head to face him before he punches me again. I collapse on the ground. 

"Dream", I mutter, "stop it... please". 

"Never thought I'd hear the day you beg, Tommy. I always thought it was beneath you". 

I snarl and try to lift myself up, but Dream takes the opportunity to kick me again. I try to call out for Sam but I'm barely audible. 

Dream laughs, "you know you keep saying that Wilbur is gone, but he's not". 

"You liar", I gasp out. 

"Well, why don't you go see him for yourself?" With that Dream brings down his fist one last time before my entire world goes dark.

*~-~-~-~-~POV Y/n~-~-~-~-~*

I'm sleeping in me and Techno's pillow fort when there's a banging on my front door. I stretch and slowly make my way to the door. Apparently, I was taking too long because they knocked again with urgency. 

"Alright, alright! I'm coming".

I open the door to find a pale-faced Tubbo and Ranboo. "Hey you two, are you ok?" 

"Y/n, do you mind if we come in to talk about something", Tubbo asks. 

"Uh- sure. Come on in". 

The boys make their way into my house. "I think we should discuss this somewhere you can sit down". 

"You guys are making me a little nervous. Who died?", I joke while nervously laughing and taking a seat across from the two. 

Neither join in on the laughter like they usually would. "Actually, y/n, we have bad news". 

"Ok?" 

"Tommy went into the prison again in an attempt to better explain to Dream about the script being over and tell him about the conditions of him leaving prison". 

"Yeah", I say, not liking where this story was going. 

"Well, something happened inside there that made Dream snap and he- and he... he um-" 

"He what?", I ask, my voice betraying how scared I was. 

"He killed Tommy". 

I sit in silence as tears roll down my cheek. I refuse to believe what I just heard.

Any minute now, Tommy would burst through my door without knocking like always and take one look at the pillow fort and beg me to let him stay for a sleepover. Any minute now and I will be dying of laughter over some childish antics he did earlier today. Any minute now and the person who I view like a little brother will give me a hug and remind me that I have a home in this world. 

He just can't be gone. He can't! 

"He can't", I mutter to myself. 

"Y/n, what did you say? Are you going to be ok?" 

"He can't be gone", I tell Tubbo. 

"Look, y/n, I'm really sorry and I will do whatever it takes to help you through this-"