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Tommy sunk into the dirt his dry and cracked fingers digging into the debris of the aftermath, his home, the one that Wilbur had made for him before disappearing all together, now gone. Destroyed. It was his fault, his own fault for lying to Dream. His only friend who now stood in the center of the of the destruction, the mask a staring him down with the flint and steel in his hand. Tommy's voice strained as he called out Dream's name while the TNT was placed in his home, in the secret room, begging for the older man to stop, to just wait and they could talk it out. It didn't matter, what was done was done, and now he had to face Dream and beg for forgiveness.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry," Tommy forced the words out, repeating them like a parrot as he crawled closer to the edge of the crater, "I would never-"
"But you did, Tommy!" Dream interrupted Tommy's apology, one of the several he stuttered out, "You did it already. Don't you understand, you have broken that trust. I gave you so much room, didn't I? Did I not give you so much leeway.”? Dream's voice raised and Tommy felt the tears well in his eyes as the world blurred, "This," Dreams arm outstretched to the destruction, "This is what you have done to yourself."
Tommy nodded and the tears fell as his voice shuddered, "Dream please, just please I am so sorry," his chest hurt so bad that Tommy wanted to claw it out to ease the pain, "Don't leave me alone."
Dream's head dropped as he sighed, "I don't know when I will come back, maybe once a week, less. I'm just hurt Tommy," Dream dropped the clump of dirt he held in his hand. "Rebuild Tommy, but you will not have any visitors and you will Not leave."
Dream had left him broken at the top of a poorly made tower staring at the craters of his exile, the wind blew threw him the cold bracing as he teetered softly. It was all a lie wasn’t it, from the very beginning it was all a lie, everything everyone had said to him was a lie. He was utterly alone. The wind picked up and Tommy’s raised his arms feeling the cold ocean breeze carry through his tattered shirt and his body tipped. In the moment as his body seemed to teeter over the edge, a sudden thought hit him. Dream was afraid of him.
Tommy flailed and crouched on the tower holding the block for dear life, a laugh tearing through his throat as tears burned in his eyes and carved down through the dirt covering his cheeks. He didn’t know how that seemed to allude him this entire time, but here it was, Dream was driven by his fear. Fear of Tommy. Fear of losing power to Tommy, the gnat in Dream’s life.
“He is afraid of me,” Tommy punched out, his body teetered, and he quickly grabbed the tower, “Don’t fall, fuck,” the words spoken to only himself.
Tommy stood slowly gaining the confidence as he put pressure back against the winds that wanted to see him topple, holding arms out he cried to the moon, “I’m not dying that easy.”
Below the creatures of the night wandered around the tower, the hisses and groans overtook the silence of the night. Tommy rubbed at the tears that still plagued him, the wind picked up and Tommy fell back off the tower. Wind racing past his ears as the world seemed to pass him, the stars brighter than they have been in weeks as his body splashed into the ocean below as he was swallowed by the waves Tommy could only think of the life he was about to start. A fugitive. An exile. It would all be worth it, for the discs. Just the discs.