chapter 8:where am I?

                                    

                                          
The next time Tommy woke, he found himself in chains, a cold hard concrete floor underneath him. He had a horrible headache, and he felt blood trail down his forehead. He couldn't say anything as his vocal cords felt as though he were stabbed repeatedly in the throat. He looked around to see he was in a prison-looking room, a feeling of dread fell over him as he recalled everything that happened, oh no, what happened to Toby, and ranboo! His panic pushed through the throbbing headache as he struggled against the hard chains, rubbing his wrists raw. His breath hitched when the door to the room swung open, a small piglin scurried in carrying a plate of what looked like potatoes, raw potatoes. A small spider hybrid followed in with him. They talked back and forth, it reminded him of his best friend, Toby. They had been friends since they were in diapers. He smiled as he slipped into a memory of the past.
Two children could be seen running around, one girl and one boy dodging passed trees, and laughing as they scraped their knees. They couldn't have been no more than 7, the boy suddenly tripped over a branch landing on his face. A gasp was let out as the girl ran back to her best friend, quickly dropping to her knees beside the crying boy, who looked back up at her, dirt covering his face. The boy had stubs that weren't quite poking out of his big fluffy brown hair, he wore a striped shirt under a pair of overalls, a bee pin attached to his left strap. His ears which were like a goat were drooped down as tears pricked at his eyes. The girl frowned as she grabbed the sleeve of her shirt, ripping off the base into a cloth, and dipping it in the small creek that sat beside them. She gently pressed the wet cloth against the boy's face, wiping off the dirt, and uncovering a big scrape on his cheek. She frowned, placing her hand against the cut, her face lit up as it stitched itself back together. She placed another clean cloth from her shirt onto the cut, covering up the healing wound without another thought. 
"There you go! No more sad, be happy!" she grabbed the boy's cheeks, squishing them together, and stood up with her friend. They trotted off, continuing to enjoy their day.
Tommy felt a tear trickle down his face, the shout of the piglin as a tiny hand was placed against Tommy's bruised cheek. The piglin squealed, speaking a language Tommy was foreign to. He frowned, looking down at the piglin as his spider friend cuddled into Tommy.
"I can't understand you..." A confused look fell over Tommy's face, a squeal responding to him, this time coming from the spider boy. He felt a softness form in his heart for the two, instantly wanting to protect the two. Their conversation was once again cut off by the door slamming open again, causing both boys to jump and hide behind the boy. Tommy wrapped the two in a protective hold, looking over at the man that had entered. 
Dream.  .  .
   
Techno had been having his morning tea, just chilling in the silence, when his blissful calm morning was uttered to a holt by none other than his frantic brother, as well as their two friends tubbo and ender who ran into the room screaming about something techno couldn't be bothered to learn about. He sighed, his eye twitching in annoyance, placing his cup down on the counter in front of him.
"Can you guys stop screeching like banshees, I'm trying to enjoy this quiet morning!" techno glared at the three who looked to be wailing and all over the place. Wilbur spoke up for the three of them, giving techno a pleading look, sadness falling over his face.
"Please, techno we need your help!" techno rubbed his nose, lifting his glasses that rest against the bridge, before moving his hand in a motion, as if saying 'please continue.' Wilbur nodded his head before continuing. 
"You know that Tommy guy that I've been obsessed with for a while?" Wilbur asked techno who simply nodded "well, it seems as though I underestimated how much dream hates me." Wilbur mumbled, just audible for techno to be able to hear.
"What do you mean by that?" techno's eyebrow raised in question. A grim face fell over Wilbur as tubbo wept into his husband's arms.
"He has him techno, he has Tommy."
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oh god, here we go! anyways thanks for reading my story, I know I keep saying that but seriously I am so thankful you guys enjoy my writing. I really appreciate all of you, you make my days brighter with every funny comment you guys make on all my books:)