Tommy had a clear shot on Dream, he was right there! Tommy has shot Dream before but he could feel like this was the shot! Finally! He was going to kill Dream! Then bam! He felt a sharp pain in his right hand "OW fuck me!" He saw a beautiful intricate throwing knife down next to him covered in his blood. Then again another knife to his left arm, sending his gun off the building, "what the fuck?! What's your issue bitch?!" he yelled in the direction of where the knives came from. Suddenly he saw a very tall man run up to him holding a knife to his neck,
"What are you doing?"
"Well fuck you too!" he tightened the knife on Tommy's neck, almost breaking skin. "Woah woah woah! Mate sorry! I was just joking!"
"What are you doing?" he emphasized again.
"Trying to kill Dream, who, by the way, you let get away."
"You are trying to kill Dream? Don't make me laugh."
"What? Are you trying to kill him too?"
"Yes, for two years now, and I have never got a hit on him. Are you trying to tell me that you have?"
"Yes actually" He smiled, clearly proud of himself.
"Don't make me laugh."
"I am not joking" He turned to face the man. The taller had dirty blond hair and gray eyes, with a black hoodie and a black and white mask to hide his identity. Tommy turned around to prove that he was sirius but he got lost in the man's eyes.
"You can stop staring at me, I get that you are sirius."
"Sorry, anyway," Tommy pushed the other's arm down, "I have a proposal."
"Oh?"
"Yes, we obviously both want Dream dead, so why don't we work together?"
"What? Why would I work with a random raccoon man I just met?"
"Well you are obviously great with knives, I am amazing with guns, imagine what we could do together to take down Dream!"
"Ranboo" the taller stuck out his hand out to the British,
"Mellohigh" they shook hands.
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Buried Revenge
FanfictionMark is in collage, he only has one friend named Bill. Mark, to everyone else, lived a normal life. He got bullied a lot for having two moms and being gay, but he didn't care. he picked up a hobby without anyone else knowing, throwing knifes. And Bi...
