||~ Chapter 12~||

                                    

                                          




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Third person
                          
Days went by, then weeks, and then a month. No sight of Dream. Tommy was alright, that's for sure, which was good. Which only meant that Dream had something planned, very soon. The crew spent most of their days going outside to search for Dream, or hang out at the house and go over plans.
                          
And that's what they did, for a month. At least, no one got hurt. Not yet.
                          
Tommy however, grew tired of being in the village where he was being kept, he wanted to see his friends. Being cooped up here wasn't doing him any good. He wanted to leave. And that's what he did.
                          
He packed up his possession and headed off back home, stopping once in a while to rest. He walked over vast biomes, getting into trouble most of the time, he managed to escape.
                          
He also had to knee a look out for Dream. Who knows if he was watching Tommy's every move, or if he was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Each day felt like if it was getting longer and longer. With each day, Tommy grew tired, but he had to keep going, he wanted to keep going, even if it killed him.
                          
He just wanted to be where he belonged. He didn't want to be away from home. It bothered him, a lot. Few days pasted, he finally managed to get home. But no one was there, not even Tubbo. Where had they gone? Had they left him alone? Did they not care for him anymore? Did they leave him out to die!?
                          
He tried his second option, Techno's place. It was abandoned, most of his stuff was gone. Had they left? He tried Bad and Skeppy's place. They weren't there either and most of their belongings were missing as well. At this moment, he was panicking. Maybe they did leave without him.
                          
His last option was to check George and Sapnap's place. When he arrived, he noticed that the house seemed much larger. There was a shack next to it and a garden out front. The house was now two stories high, there was a small porch by the door and lamps running along side the front of the roof. 
                          
He slowly made his way to the door. Tommy held out his hand to knock, but he stopped. What if this place was empty as well? He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He waited for a while until finally, the door opened. There in the door way was Tubbo.
                          
"Tommy!? What are you doing here!?" was all Tubbo could say before Tommy pulled him into a hug. Tubbo was still for a moment before hugging his best friend.
                          
"I had to come back, Tubbo. It didn't feel the same over there."
                          
They both pulled out of the hug, "You're crazy for coming back! The reason they agreed to send you away was to keep you safe! Away from Dream!!"
                          
"I know, I know."
                          
Tubbo chuckled and walking inside the house, followed by Tommy. The whole interior of the house was very different, so different that Tommy couldn't even recognize it.
                          
"We all moved in with George and Sapnap since they thought it was a good idea for us to stay together in case something happened. We all moved in here, it took us a while to get the place fixed up," Tubbo said.
                          
"And did anything happen while I was gone?"
                          
Tubbo was silent for a moment before he answered, "Well for one thing, Dream managed to get the ender dragon out of The End."
                          
"What the fuck-."
                          
"Yeah. The others should be back in a bit. They went out looking for Dream."
                          
"Still?"
                          
"Mhm, that's pretty much all they have been doing. They said I couldn't come along."
                          
"That's bullshit!"
                          
"Exactly!"



                          
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The others arrived a short time after Tommy arrived. There was all sorts of arguing before they all came to a conclusion that Tommy could stay, since they did have an extra bedroom. Tubbo had gives Tommy a tour of the house until Tommy eyed a room that they never gone though before.
                          
"Hey Tubbo? What in there?" Tommy pointed out.
                          
Tubbo looked into the direction of where Tommy had pointed out. He stared at it before saying, "We don't go in there besides George. He won't allow anyone else to go in there."
                          
Strange, Tommy thought to himself.
                          
Night had fallen and everyone made their way to their bedrooms. Tommy was finishing up his place. He didn't have much to fix and decided that he would go back to his house to get the rest of his belonging some other time. The room from earlier however, bothered him, as if he needed to see what was in there.
                          
He slowly creeped out of his room and to the untouched room. Tommy tried his best to navigate the hallways, making sure he didn't step on parts of the floor that creaked. Standing in front of the door, Tommy starred at it. He slowly reached for the door knob and turned it slowly. He pushed the door open and quickly guessed that this use to be Dream's bedroom. 
                          
The bedroom was cleaned and neat. The bed was made, the windows and mirror sparkled, no cobwebs covered the top corners of the rooms. What caught Tommy's eye was the journal that laid opened on the green sheets of the bed. He made his way over to it. There was already writing within the journal. Tommy knew it was written in enchantment table, but due to his lack of studying, he couldn't make out what it said.
                          
Feeling disappointed, Tommy reluctantly returned to his bedroom, making sure he closed the door to Dream's bedroom so no one would suspect that he had been in there. He had hoped that something mysterious would be kept in the room, but there was nothing. At least that's what he thought. 
                          
Before Dream had left, he had hid something within the flooring. No one had found it, not even George. Within the flooring was a chest loaded with armor, weapons of all sorts, each with different enchantments, loads of different potions and splash potions.
                          
It had seemed, that Dream was preparing for something, something big, something that would be happening very soon.
                          
He thought no one would find it.
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