Separation || A Different Twist On Exile

-chapter eight-

Tommy hadn't gotten out of bed yet again. He knew Dream had told him about this, told him to get up so he wasn't just roaming in his own thoughts, but Tommy couldn't help it.

He believed he was getting better, changing. His attitude had clearly changed. Tommy was alot, alot less outgoing. He tended to stay quiet, not saying anything unless he had to. Dream seemed pleased with this change, though. Which made him happy.

Sort of.

He hadn't been happy since he was exiled. Yes, there were moments with Dream that he liked, but he missed L'manburg. He missed Tubbo.

But he knew he had to start over. That was the whole point of dropping his stuff, making a new place. A new him. It would work if he payed attention and gave in to what Dream was saying. Dream said so himself, and Tommy would learn to believe that.

No matter how many lies Dream spat.

No matter how many times he hurt the kid.

Tommy would believe that Dream was his friend. Because no one said it better then him, himself. 

I'm your friend. The only one thats visited you in a week. Don't you think of they were your friends, they would have showed up by now?

His head perked up to the cloth opening when he started to hear footsteps. Dream was back, again. It would normally be considered early for Tommy, but he wouldn't mind.

"Tommy? Come on out, you got a visitor." Tommy pushed himself up, fixing his bed a bit before naming his way to Dream.

"Is Ghostbur back again then?" Tommy questioned before exiting. It was the only person he could think of that was willing to come. He saw Dream grin, shaking his head.

"Not quite, just come see."

Tommy had hope. He wanted it to be someone good, someone he wanted to see. But he also knew none of them probably would. Dream would have to drag someone along to see him, and by that he knew it would be someone bad.

Just as soon as he peeked his head out, his face dropped. As he expected, it was not Tubbo, or some other person he really knew. It was someone he learned to hate.

Dream smiled at Tommy, nodding his head to get him out of the tent. Tommy reluctantly followed, not feeling comfortable in front of the man.

"You- you look.. different." Sapnap laughed, mocking Tommy. He was right though, Tommy having been much better looking before he was exiled. He now had clear indications of injuries, some that couldn't possibly be by just falling or hurting himself by accident. Sapnap didn't look into it though.

But it had only been two weeks.

"Shut the fuck up, alright?" Tommy retaliated, staying quiet. He crossed hid arms in front of his chest, holding his body close. "Why Sapnap, Dream? You know I fuckin-" he sighed, running his fingers through his greasy hair.

"Glad you two are getting along." He muttered, although both of them were able to hear. "You know the drill Tommy. Drop your stuff."

Tommy sighed, giving one last look to Sapnap before dropping his weapons. He kept his fishing rod this time, not wanting to have the hassel of remaking it again.

Sapnap scoffed, mocking Tommy's pitiful action. He looked over to Dream, partially confused as to why he made him do that. When he saw Dream pull out matches his expression changed, turning to worry.

"Hey man, what are you doing?" He whispered to Dream. Sapnap knew exactly what he was going to do, or at least he thought he did, and was very confused. Dream didn't answer, just taking out his small explosive, taking a step back before lighting it.