Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
The crescent moon shone. The stars glimmered. Tommy darted through the woods, twigs snapping under his feet. He didn't dare look back. He turned, feet decelerating for just a moment before sprinting deeper into the overgrown woods. The blond turned again and hid behind a tree, catching his breath. He could hear the faint footsteps slowly approaching him.
"Tommy..." The singsong voice sent chills down his spine. His breath hitched. He peered behind the tree. Nothing. What?! Where'd he go-
His head turned back. A cold metal met his throat, pinning his head to the tree.
"Got you," Dream said, smirking. The bright glow of the moon reflected off of his mask. Tommy held his breath as Dream slowly pressed his axe tighter against his neck. "Say bye-bye, Tommy."
Tommy closed his eyes. He could feel the dark red liquid starting to slowly leak out.
He parts his mouth to say something, anything, and promptly wakes up.
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Tommy wakes up with his hand on his throat.
Sweat trickled down his head as his chest heaved. Sitting upright, he ripped his hand away. He buried his head in his hands, trying to ignore the aching headache that had formed in his head.
Not again.
Dropping his hands to his lap and looking up at the wall in front of him, he knew there was no way he could manage to fall asleep again. He groaned, getting out of bed.
Grabbing a pair of shoes and a jacket, he headed outside to the bench, the cold air submerging his delicate skin as he stepped out.
The moon looked the same as it did in his Dream. God. Images flashed through his mind; that smirk, that mask, that smile that has haunted him for years...
"Tommy?" A familiar voice said from behind him.
His head turned to face him as he sat down next to him on the bench.
"Hey, Tubbo."
"Are you okay? Why're you up so early?" Tubbo asks, softly. Tommy smiles at his friend's compassion.
"I just had a bad dream, that's all."
"Oh... Again?" Tommy nodded. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No, It's okay. I'm okay," Tommy paused for a moment. "Why are you here? You don't usually hang out here," he asked, curiously.
"I couldn't sleep," Tubbo muttered as they both looked out at the view from the bench.
There was a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds, a cool breeze brushing past them.
"He's gone now," Tubbo murmured, not taking his eyes off the moon. "They've got him. You don't have to worry, Tommy."
Tommy smiled softly. He felt at ease whenever he was with Tubbo.
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"Just give it a second..." Eret, who was now the prison warden, said.
The orange glow of the lava burned his cheeks as it descended. The lava eventually fell completely, and Dream looked up.
"George?"
George walked across the path to the newly built cell. Dream's arms were connected to a long metal chain, which was attached to the wall, keeping him from escaping. He was sat in the corner of the cell.
"What do you want?" He asked, avoiding eye contact.
George sat next to him, not saying anything. The silence was deafening, and Dream started losing patience. He looked at him.
"What do you want, George?" Dream said, louder this time.
"I-" George hesitated. "I missed you."
Dream scoffed. "Is that seriously the only reason you came?" he snapped.
George looked at him, frowning.
"What?" Dream snarled again.
George was silent for a few seconds, eyes tearing up a little, before muttering, "You're a bad friend." 
Dream's eyes widened a little in shock. A lump caught in his throat. He put his mask back on, hiding his face.
"What happened, Dream?" George started. "What happened to you? I missed you, Dream. I missed the real you."
Dream didn't say anything. He felt like he was being crushed. That's not right. You're the bad guy. Don't listen to him.
"George, leave me alone," Dream said. "Please," he added, quietly.
Dream's voice was quivering ever so slightly. He jumped a little when George's hand touched his, moving it away.
"Please," he said again.
"Ok," George whispered as he got up, walking back to the front of the cell. "ERET!"