Betrayal, Such A Funny Thing// A Tommyinnit story

Chapter 2: Deal

Tubbo looked at him confused.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I think it would benefit both of us, really." Dream walked over and put his finger on the tip of the sword, pushing it down.

Tubbo looked at the man with the mask.

It was chipped from when Tommy had hit him with the axe of peace.

It had blood on it from god knows where.

Tubbo flinched seeing the black beady eyes of the mask, looking like it was staring into his soul.

The smile looked like somthing that belonged to a monster about to open wide and swallow you whole.

Dream snickered looking at the boy

He looked terrified.

Which he should be of course Dream could kill him and Micheal at any moment.

But that's not what he wanted.

"I can bring Ranboo back" Dream smiled and Tubbo looked at him, eyes growing wider.

"For a price." Dream said backing away looking around ranboos house.

"What do you want?" Tubbo quickly responded.

Dream grinned.

"Ahh eager now aren't we Tubbo?" Dream said and Tubbo snarled.

"In return for ranboos revival" Dream paused. "I want you to bring me Tommy." Tubbo looked at him and furrowed his brows.

"I saw the way you screamed at him how you beat him until someone had to pull you off. Admit it, you hate him. You already told him you did. You hate him just as much as anyone else on this server does." Dream walked more towards tubbo and tubbo backed away.

"If you bring him to me, I'll revive ranboo. But you can't come and look for Tommy. Then he will never come back and bother you again." Dream paused. "I'll make sure of it."

Dream grinned under his mask with a sinister smile.

Tubbo looked at Dream and then at Micheal.

He looked terrified.

If I do this I will never have to worry about their safety again.

Deal?

Tubbo looked back at dream, who had his hand out right in front of him.

Fine

It's a deal.

"Where do you want me to bring him?" Tubbo said and dream grinned.
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Tubbo knew that this was something he couldn't take back.

But was something that he needed to do.

He needed ranboo back.

Because ranboo helped him at his lowest.

He saved him.

He made a family with him.

He was his.

He needed ranboo not the ghost of the man.

That ghost wasn't his beloved.

And never would be.

He didn't give a shit what needed to be done. He needed to get his ranboo back.

For himself.

For Michael.

And for their family they have together.

For the life they have together.

Tommy didn't matter at this point.

He hated Tommy and Tommy probably hates him.

Tubbo walked through the hall after putting micheal to bed.

He saw a picture of him and Tommy.

They were sitting on the bench in front of Tommy's house.

They looked so happy. It had been right after they gained independence for l'manburg.

Tommy had given up his discs for it.

Such foolish objects.

In the end, those discs never really mattered.

He never knew why Tommy had to value such a stupid meaningless item.

Tubbo took the picture off the wall and out of its frame.

He through it into the fireplace.

It was a means to an end.

Tubbo grimaced as he walked to his bed and slept alone once more, crying until he drifted off.
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