Dream was right.
Tommy was a pain in the ass over the next few days.
Sam hadn't been back in what Dream guessed in a week and a half. The potatoes were getting low and the brunet man didn't know how to feed a baby so he just mashed the potatoes and hand fed the blonde baby. It was effective but the stock was running low, so he had to ratio it. Which leads to another issue, crying. As a normal Tommy thing, he was loud and being in a closed room didn't help that it echoed. When these tantrums happened, the only thing to calm the kid down was being held. Dream knew the kid was clingy before but primes was it stressing him out now that he was a baby. Having a crying kid does affect one's thought process. He hated not having a moment to himself or an escape since Tommy would always be at his side or in his arms. Were a bunch of ripped book pages from Dream's chest. He was just struggling to remember everything that was written in the revived book. But every little note wasn't helping him out. And if it did, he didn't have the heart to hurt Tommy, not anymore. He now was this small blonde, pudgy, clingy little thing that surprisingly was starting to tug on Dream's heart strings. He wasn't supposed to have attachments, he didn't need anyone else unless it was for his own personal gain. But this small dumbass reincarnate of his "friend" that stressed him out every single second had him wrapped around his tiny red tinted fingers.
Just at the moment, Dream was laying on the floor with Tommy on his chest just messing with the brunet's hair. The only movement he made was to keep the blonde's tiny fingers from grasping his horn, especially the broken one. It was keeping them both entertained and distracted from the hunger pains, which made Dream pity having the boy in here. At first it was all gonna be fine since it was just the two of them and it was only supposed to be a week. It has been almost two weeks and they were slowly beginning to struggle. There were various nap times during the day, which made the brunet man lose track of the days since he would be distracted from either writing memories of the revived book or entertaining Tommy. He also picked up some things the small blonde liked that helped with amusement, like humming a tune or just talking. It was nice to have someone listen to you ramble without them judging or giving some unwanted response. The humming must remind him of Wilbur or the times in L'manburg. Which brought the thought if Tommy even remembers anything. Well if he did, he wouldn't be allowing himself to just be chilling with Dream without some extremely loud tantrum or maybe he wasn't able to process memories just yet since he was a tiny baby. Maybe it was a thought for another day, for now he would just let the blonde be himself even if he was the way he is.
Another few days must have passed since Dream was awakened by the sound of the Prison microphone.
"Good Evening Dream, it's March 12, I shall be dropping in some potatoes" boomed the speaker.
Dream recognized the voice belonging to Awesamdude, in warden mode. Normally he would just give a simple "good morning" but today was the day the brunet made an important decision. Tiny Tommy has been with him for almost two weeks and basic knowledge is that a baby shouldn't be in a prison. Dream really didn't want the boy to go but it wasn't gonna be good for him if he stayed with him. He just had to prepare himself for Sam's reaction. The brunet man coughed awkwardly as he sat up, with a sleeping blonde demon in his arms.
"Good Evening Sam, um, can I ask you for something?" responded Dream, nervously looking up to where the speaker was hidden.
There was a long pause before the speaker came back on.
"What is it, Dream?" asked Sam.
"Well, I need you to come get Tommy, he's getting pretty dirty in here" stated Dream, as he looked down at the sleeping kid's face.
There was an audible sigh from Sam, probably thinking he meant what was once Tommy's corpse.
"I'm coming down," said Sam, before the speaker turned completely off.
"Alright" replied Dream, in a shaking voice.
He was scared now, but he couldn't go back. He stood up to his hoofed feet, wrapping Tommy's shirt around his tiny body to secure in case something happened with Sam since he is warden mode. Brunet looked over to where the clock hung on the wall. It looked like the moon would be coming up soon and it was sunset, the fourth hour of the day that Sam would normally check on Dream. This would be the only chance he would have until who knows when.
He leaned against the wall just cradling Tummy in one arm to calm himself. He felt like he could hear the clucking of Sam's armour but it could be his imagination. Then he heard the sounds of turning gear and the lava wall stopped running and slowly began to reveal the only exit to the room. At the other end of the platform stood the intimidating creeper hybrid in golden armour, who was just staring. Not at him, but at who he was holding. Dream stood up & approached the end of the room.
"Hey Sam!" waved Dream, nervously looking past his cracked mask.
"What do you have there, Dream?" questioned Sam, with little emotion.
The brunet tensed since Sam face was unreadable because of his mask and how far he stood away from the platform.
"Well, it's Tommy" said Dream, hoping to rush this awkwardness.
There was a moment of silence, probably because Sam needed a moment to process what he was looking at.
"So, I may have messed up the revival but hey, Tommy is here and alive" shrugged Dream.
"And a baby" stated Sam, as the moving platform revealed itself.
"Now Sam, I can explain" yelped Dream, panicking as the creeper man stepped on the platform.
"Then start explaining Dream!" demanded Sam, as he approached.
"Well um..."stuttered Dream, as he retreated away from the edge.
He didn't think this far. The brunet tried to pick his brain but it seemed too late when the golden boots clanged against the obsidian floor. Sam's eyes were narrowed into Dream's, which was good.
"Look, I was trying to prove to him but I messed up and it kinda reincarnated him, like phoenix" stammered the brunet, as he waved a protective hand in front of him.
"How, you have the revival book with you" exclaimed Sam, smoking seeping from his mask.
"No I don't, I have memory of almost everything but I don't have the physical book" stated Dream.
"So you just went off what was off your head?" questioned Sam, towering over the brunet.
"Pretty much, but only the spells, not the side notes" said Dream, taking in how bad it really was.
Sam just glared at the brunt man in confusion and distress. He leaned back and took a deep breath. The seeping smoke seemed to fizz away and Sam placed hand on his face. Dream stood afar and watched since he was already in trouble. He looked down to Tommy, who was still asleep in his arms, snuggling into his chest.
"Is there a way to reverse this or is he just stuck?" asked Sam, looking through his hands.
"Not without bodily harming him, which at this point, no one wants" expressed Dream, as he leaned back more.
"So, he's reborn, with no memory or knowledge" stated Sam.
"I'd say so" said Dream, bouncing on his feet.
The two men were just met with another moment of silence. Sam looked away, thoughts turning like gears. Dream let out a light whistle to grab his attention again since this was going on longer than he wanted.
"You should take him, he can't stay here" sighed the brunet man, as he leaned the sleeping blonde towards Sam.
"No matter how much I'd like to keep him to myself" he uttered.
The creeper hybrid barely looked at him, before taking Tommy from his arms. There was little change in the kid but Dream took notice of Sam's expression softening. Sam heaved a sigh and started walking towards the platform.
"Good night, Dream, your potatoes will be delivered once the lava wall is back up" stated Sam, no expression on his face.
"Gotcha" nodded Dream, as he watched the platform move back across the lava.
Once the two reached the other side, the brunet man gave a small wave to Tommy, who looked like he was slowly waking up. Sam reached over to the lever and pulled it down. The sound of rushing lava came and the burn liquid came raining down, blocking the only exit to the obsidian box room.
After a week and half with his tiny companion, Dream once again, was alone. All he had to hope for was his potatoes to be delivered sooner.