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A realization dawned on Tommy after an hour.
George had probably ordered Dream to blow up his stuff. But why did Dream listen? Wasn't Dream above George?
I thought Dream and I were friends!
George always seemed to have something against Tommy and his friends. Starting wars and dragging Dream into them, stealing Tommy's discs, ordering Prince Eret to set up the Final Control Room...
Wait, since Dream is supposedly above George... Was Dream the one who started all this? Or was Dream just being a suck-up to his best friend? Either way, he was a fucking asshole.
Ever since he and Wilbur were first exiled from Manburg and Dream helped Pogtopia during the entirety of the war, Tommy had been close with Dream. He started to see him as an older brother after Wilbur went apeshit.
Now Dream had betrayed him.
“Tommy? Do you want some blue?” Ghostbur's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Sure...” Tommy extended his hand out for Ghostbur to place the blue substance in. “Thanks.”
“Of course! Did you come up with anything?”
“Yeah, it's that Dream is an asshole.”
Ghostbur frowned for a moment, then smiled again, “Maybe-”
“No. He's an asshole, orders or no orders.”
“...Alright, I'm gonna go make some more blue.”
“Yeah, you do that.” He mumbled.
He couldn't come up with any other reason for Dream's actions, so he stuck with his previous conclusion.
Then again, Dream had given him items, and an enderchest to... Hide them in? Why?
He hid the jukebox and the disc in the enderchest and hid some of his valuables along with them before going to sleep.