The beach was silent, the slow waves lapping at the white sand quietly on a bright day in exile. The birds chirped, and all seemed normal. That was until you reached the sight that was the destroyed exile that Dream had left for Tommy to pick up. That was if the boy had even survived what Dream had done to him in the first place. Dream trekked the explosion site looking for Tommy. He was probably dead, seeing as Dream never came back to try and heal his deadly wound. He was on his last life, but if Dream could find Tommy’s body he could easily bring him back to life. So now here he was, walking to were he had left Tommy only to find it empty with a bloody wing left behind. Dream paused, looking at the blood-covered grass as he tried to piece together where Tommy could have gone. He looked around, summoning a sword as his confusion grew more. 

Had someone taken him? Had some wolves found him and decided to end the boy's misery, taking him back as prey to their pack to devour? Dream huffed, getting annoyed by the very idea. He looked back at the blood, noticing a blood train was also visible. It was light, almost unnoticeable, but Dream saw it. Since the trail was almost unnoticeable, it meant that someone must have found Tommy and taken him away from exile. It boiled the admin's blood at the thought, anger filling him, but then worry  hit him. 

What if Tubbo asked where Tommy was? He was gone, if Tubbo was to come to exile in hopes of seeing the avian he’d find no one along with a destroyed building. He could just say the boy had committed suicide, he’s sure Tubbo wouldn’t even step foot on this land knowing that. He’d probably blame himself, saying he was the reason the teen was dead. Dream smiled in satisfaction, deciding that would the reasoning. But then another thought plagued his mind. What if whoever this was that took him revealed what he did to the teen? He couldn’t have that, it would ruin his plan. He’d have to find out who found him and took him and then kill them as well. He’d have to make up an excuse for their death though and even somehow keep Tommy silent. This was turning into more work than he had anticipated. With a long sigh he took his mask off, rubbing his green eyes before looking towards the horizon before him. 

After a moment of silence, he looked down at the blood before his feet. Dream grew closer to the blood, grabbing hold of the wing and carelessly picking it up. He stared for a while, looking at the ruffles and damaged bloody feathers before chucking the limb away and into the ocean before him. All evidence of what Dream had done had to go if he wanted to make any of his plans seem believable. Looking away from the now floating wing he looked at the trail of blood once again. The blond smirked, watching it grow further and further away in the distance. He had a tail, now all he had to do was follow it.