Separation || A Different Twist On Exile

-chapter six-

Tommy sat in his small tent, curling up on the bed. This was the first day Ghostbur wasn't here after he finished building and help setting up Logstedshire.

Now, Tommy had a cabin, a nether portal, and small tent to stay in. Ghostbur named the cabin (Lodsted/Logstedshire) and Tommy got to name his tent Tnret. He was very excited at first to finally have shelter, especially since Dream had told them their might be rain, but Ghostbur had to leave. Meaning Tommy was alone.

Leaving a sad child alone was not a good idea. He still had thoughts of running away. He knew that was bad, though. That's what Dream had said. But still, somewhere in his feeble soul, there was hope. With that, came thoughts he had pushed away, hopefully to never be seen again.

Those words told him that Dream wasn't good, that he had just come to hurt him. But somehow, Tommy just didn't believe that. He couldn't believe there would be a day he saw Tubbo's face again. More or so, Tommy didn't want there to be a day like that. He was spiteful to the past, when they were friends.

Tommy strongly believed Dream was good in this case, like he used to be. Because people change.

And he needed to aswell.

The flap of fabric moving startled him, thinking there was a mob getting in. He quickly grabbed out the best weapon he could, an iron pickaxe. Tommy also swiftly hid it, not wanting to threaten the man, but also because he wanted to keep the pickaxe. It was the best he had since he was exiled.

"Hey Tommy. Whatchya doing?" Dream spoke calmly, a smile plastered on his face. Tommy didn't know why, but for some odd reason he though maybe it was for him.

You're an idiot, Tommy. No one would be happy to see an annoying kid. You should know that by now. Even your best friend exiled you. He told himself, contrasting his previous words as stupid now.

"Sorry, uh..nothing really. I've just been sat here all day." Tommy answered honestly, staying quiet with a hint of guilt seeping through. Dream grabbed onto his wrist, pulling him lightly. Tommy still jumped at this, leaning forward to release his grip.

Dream didn't mind, just jerking his head to the side, letting go. "Come on, Tommy. Step out here." Tommy did so as fast as he could, almost hyperventilating when the voices in his head started going wild again.

You did it again. He's probably going to hit you again. You deserve it.

Tommy's eyes closed as he clenched his fists. He didn't want to remember that bruise. It was on his left arm, very clear. Dream did it when he said something about going back to L'manburg.

He pushed through the curtain of his tent, shaking his head to stop himself. He squinted at the brightness, not immediately seeing Dream. So he looked right, then left. Something he specifically noted he had to do. Right, then left.

He found the man next to his tent, down more by the ocean. Tommy slowly followed him, rubbing his arms as he felt the cool breeze sweep by. It blew his hair off his four head, giving him a better view of what Dream was looking at.

It was nothing in particular, though. Just the nice view. Tommy hated this vision though. It always reminded him of..other times. Times with people he did not want to remember.

"Oh I almost forgot."

Dream dug into the grass, leaving an obvious dent, to where Tommy was to put his things. Tommy knew this, and was dreading it. He didn't want to, or understand why Dream did this.

But he knew he was wrong if he didn't.

Tommy dropped most of what he had, keeping the more valuable items like his pickaxe and fishing rod. He didn't say anything through this process, just having a feeling that him holding things out wouldn't be a good turnout.