2 Chapter 2: Agony

"Dream? are you alright? You seem a bit on edge. Do you need some rest?"

He clenched his fist and look down. What a weird way to respond. I could sense his aura. His aura was malevolent and full of anger. I could feel more of my blue tear down my face. Once my blue fades away, I lose all memory of who I was, or that is what Ghostbur explained to me. That is why he handed me the compass. To keep some tint in my eyes until him and ranboo find me a well stable home.

"Tommy....how can you not remember. how can you not remember the old you"

"Dream. I'm being serious, I don't remember-"

Dream slaps me, not out of hate or anything. He slapped me to go back to my senses. And I do. Memories flow back in. Little blue fills my eyes again, giving them more pigment.

"Dream! What the fuck is wrong with you! I'm a minor for fuck sake!"

He raises his head quickly. And holds my face.

"Tommy!"

"Don't fucking touch me, prick head. The fuck is up with you."

I could see the tears forming on his face. Weird. Human emotions are very strange. You feel a way, then the emotion leaves, filling it with another.

"Why are you fucking crying?"

"No reason. Let's go see Mushroom Henry now"

Picks up his sword, and walks toward central Logsted. The van and Wilbur's tent was there. Mushroom Henry was spinning in circles like no tomorrow. I started to laugh, laugh as hard as I could. Dream laughed with me.

He dug a hole near the van, and he fell though, into my base. Panic seeps into me.

There he stood for minutes.

"Dream...I-"

He looked at my chests, opened them and going through the items I worked hard into making and trading. His smile turned into a frown. Why did he dig down...

"Tommy..."

"Dream I swear i'm sorry!"

"Tommy. Throw your-"

"Dream please! I'm sorry-"

"Tommy! Inventory! NOW! or i'll kill you right here, right now"

He aims his crossbow.

"No."

He shots me, and the arrow lands on my shoulder. I flinch and let out a small yell. I got to my sense and threw everything I owned into the pile of items.

"Dream i'm sorry! I mean it! I wanted to make a base that reminds me that im still tommyinnit! the big man!"

"Sorry won't cut it. You build a secret base, so I wouldn't take your stuff that I would want. I gave you armor! Armor, Tommy. You broke my trust"

He leaves the hole, and starts stomping near the nether portal. I kept apologizing, but he wouldn't budge or understand.

He took part of the nether portal, the gateway to DreamSMP and Logsted.

"You have no privileges to go to the nether. No one is allowed to visit you, other but me!"

He went to my tent, set TNT. I ran towards Dream to stop. I was too late. He already set the TNT on fire. My tent. My home. It was all into bits.

"Dream I'm really sorry! Please! Lets just amend things"

He didn't listen. He walked towards Logsted central and into my base. TNT was set. He lit it and I realized I dropped one of the pictures of my friend, Tubbo. He was already out of the base and I ran inside for the photography.

"Tommy! Get outta there"

I retrieved the picture. Cleaned off the dirt. I look up, and the only thing next was total darkness.

I don't know, minutes? hours?. Who knows how long I was out. The explosion had so much potential, it threw me off guard and sent me flying towards a wall and hit my head.

I opened my eyes. A piercing headache started to pound my head. My ears ringed, my clothing was ripped even worse. I had wounds, wounds that deep enough to be fatal, but luckily it didn't affect me as much. Only thing I could remember before the blow was that I was with my family. There was a huge explosion near our home that caused items from our home to fall, and a book shelf fell on me.

I spit blood out. A figure stood by me. They had a mask on, with a smile. They also wore a green hoodie and had a sword.

"Tommy! Tommy wake up! Can you hear me!?"

"Huh? Where- where am I?"

"Omg Tommy you gave me a scare! Tubbo and I got so afraid! He said his compass went crazy and wanted to check on you!"

"Who's....who's tubbo?"

I noticed the figures facial expressions change within milliseconds.

"Who? Who are you? Wilbur! Wilbur where are you! Philza! Techno!"

Where was my family? I had to find them! Another figure approached. They wore a suit, hair as gold as the sun. They had horns, and ears as a goat.

"Tommy? It's me....Tubbo."

I lifted my eyebrow.

"Tubbo? Do I know you from somewhere?"

My mind was blank. Who were these strangers. Where was I anyways.

The boy, who he calls himself Tubbo, started to sob. Why was he sobbing? Did a puppy die or?

"um. why are you crying, uh, tubbo? right?"

"Dream! Why'd you do this! This is all your fault!"

Tubbo started getting aggressive towards the man in the mask. Hitting his chest and yelling.

"Dream! How could you! This is all your fault! Look at him!"

"Tubbo! You contributed to the exile! This was also your fault!"

Exile? Who was exiled? I stood up and leave the hole I was in. Fresh air felt nice to breathe once again. I was holding a piece of paper. A photograph. It had me in it, and the tubbo boy. Did me and him go way back? Or was this just a coincidence?

"No! You forced me to exile him! He's a corpse now! His blue is fading and who knows what will happen if he does!"

"Tubbo!"

"You blew his house! His nation! Dream! Why?! JUST BECAUSE HE KEPT ITEMS FROM YOU!"

I felt unease, and walked away. A ghost appeared in front of me. It had a figure of my older brother, Wilbur.

"Wilbur? Is that you?"

"Yes Tommy. It's me"

"Where's dad? and brother?"

"Since when have you've called Techno...brother?"

"What do you mean?"

"You heavily hate Technoblade for blowing up L'manburg and Tubbo."

"I reckon I don't know what you are talking about."

Wilbur studies me.

"What happened while I was gone?"

"Well, I woke up in a hole, two strangers were near me, saying they knew me. Never heard of them but their names were Dream and Tubbo."

"You are pretty wounded, brother."

"I was going to look for dad, to heal me"

Philza walks beside Wilbur. He wasn't wearing his usual clothing. He had a suit on. Blue, instead of green.

"Dad?"

"Tommy..."

He was sad.

"Why are you sad, Father? I was looking for you. After that hit to the head from the book shelf."

"Tommy...."

"Yes?"

"That was 7 years ago."

A huge wave of flashes fills my head. It started to hurt, and Philza got concerned and held me close as I yelled in agony. What was this feeling.

tubbo and dream run towards me.

"what's wrong with him?!"

Philza scans my head with his hands. A light green for healing.

"His memories are coming back, but all at once. Which is dangerous. especially for someone as young as him"

"Will my best friend be okay though? phil?"

"He will."

I yelled, held my head. It hurt. Every memory flashing before my eyes. Philza sets his hand on my head. Sending me into a deep, sleep.

My last words before passing out was:

"tubbo?"