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He knew it.
Nobody would come. Why would they? Tommy sat alone, waiting for somebody, at least one person, to come up to him and say the three words that would mean the world to him. Happy birthday, Tommy!
That's all he ever wanted on this forsaken's day, three simple words. But oh, no! The universe said fuck you! And decided to make everyone forget about the most special day, his birthday! His birthday! He predicted it anyway, did he?
Tommy didn't even realize he was sobbing. He felt embarrassed, one of the reasons he's glad nobody is here. The poor boy glanced at the balloon tied to the table. He would've made a cake, but he didn't want to bother Niki. The back of his mind whispered that he wanted her to surprise him with a cake. Not just her, he wanted the whole server to throw him a surprise party.
He smiled sadly, getting up from his seat as he unties the balloon from the table. He took one more glimpse at the room he built himself where he expected everyone would be right now. It's almost midnight anyways. His special day would be over soon. He dragged his feet outside, feeling the cold breeze went up against his hair. It's cold tonight.
Sighing as he walked, he finds himself wondering where everyone else is. They're probably doing their things, too busy to care for a little boy's birthday.
Tommy finally reached his house, his little dirt shack. He remembered trying to find a spot for a living and pointing at this very hill.
He gently opens the door, and his eyes widen at the sight of a glimpse of light, followed by a source of heat that tingles his body.
There was a table that he wasn't sure if it was previously set there or not. On top of it was a cake, with a red candle flickering the room lightly. Beside the table was a sign, with a smile written on it.
- :)
"Someone-" he sniffed, "someone cared! "
Ignoring the elephant in the room, Tommy ran to the cake enthusiastically and crouched down to see a closer look. He gazes at every angle. The cake was flavored vanilla. His favorite!
He took a little scoop of the frosting with his finger, how he missed the feeling of sweetness in his mouth. He smiled when he recognized the taste. After he finished, Tommy looked at the candle. Who would do this to me?
The boy felt his senses tingling as if somebody was about to jump him from behind. But he didn't believe his mind. That would be dumb... Until he heard the door creaked opened, and a shadow appeared.
Tommy didn't want to turn around, really, but he has no other choice, does he?
He slowly and carefully moved his body to the back.
And he saw Dream.
Torn up in his prison fit the last time he saw him, he wasn't wearing a mask, so he could see the same face that beaten him to death. The same expression he saw after going through the indescribable pain of being revived.
He was leaning against the wall, hands casually crossed and eyes meeting his.
Dream was smiling.
Tommy was shaking in his spot, unknown of what to do.
He mumbled, "D-Dream?"
"Happy birthday, Tommy."