TW: Swearing (This book contains Tommy, so what did you expect)
mentioning Trauma
Violence
Panic attack
Explosions
manipulation

Please don't read this if you're triggered by anything of this! (Also, this is a DSMP fanfiction, so what did you expect?)
(I'm sorry if this is (too) long for a prologue!)

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"Once upon a time the goddess of Life and Water, god of Death and Fire, and god of End and Void each created their realms with full pride and joy, but this made them very sleepy.

Before the gods went to sleep and rest, they gave 2 of their individual creations powers. Those powers were what they called 'rulers' and the holders 'mortal rulers'. They were meant to protect their realm and caress it.

After making gateways to reach other Realms, they went to sleep. The rulers did as they were told and took care of their surroundings. Years went by and the power they held was passed down to their children and from those to their children and so on.

But those children, after many generations, didn't seem to understand their responsibility and used their gifts in wars and for their greed. The people they were supposed to protect were put into slavery and treated poorly if they didn't have enough power.

Those 'lower class' called out to the gods and wished for peace and freedom. Every day, they would call out to them, hoping, that they didn't abandon them.

Until eventually one day, one of the immortals woke up. It was the god of the End and Void and was horrified when he saw the state that their once beautiful and peaceful creations lingered. Looking at death and destruction barely holding onto their string of life made the god very upset.

The divine being quickly woke up the other two of their kind and they took the powers of the 'mortal rulers away and brought peace back to the destructed lands.

Instead, they gave the people the power to choose their ruler. But this time, they wouldn't be called rulers, but protectors. The gods' creations were happy once again."

Tommy's eyes were sparkling as he slowly bounced up and down on the couch he sat on. He heard the story many times before, but never got tired of hearing it.

"Ok mate, let's go to sleep now. It's late.", his father, Philza, said. The moon and stars shone brightly in the midnight sky.

"Finally!", Wilbur sighed. He wasn't too fond of the story anymore. If it weren't for Tommy, he would've probably left. "Even Techno fell asleep. God, when will you get tired of this story?" The brunette was annoyed.

"Well, sucks to be you, bitch!" Tommy argued back while grinning at his brother.

"TOMMY! Don't swear!", Phil whisper yelled. Not that Tommy cared much. Swearing showed just how cool and adult-like he was. By no means was he a child.

"MAKE ME BITCH!!!", the little blond yelled, laughing while running out of the living room. Poor Techno woke up abruptly and looked in every direction on guard.

He was the eldest boy in the household, whom Phil took care of, and had a very bad sleeping schedule.

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Those were good times Tommy thought.

He sat on a beach and looked at the vast ocean. It was so lonely there. He was so alone. Not a soul to be heard.

Only his lonely, slow, and deep breaths and sighs.

He hated the eerie silence, but it's not like he could do anything about it. He was cast away. His home he sacrificed himself for and the people he protected betrayed him. Even his best friend.

He hated it.

It got dark in the blink of an eye. He was freezing and decided to go to bed in his tent. Well, his tnret didn't give him the warmth he desired nor was he sleepy.

That was nothing unusual though. Sleeping only really helped the time pass, but the cost for that would be nightmares. So it didn't appeal anymore.

Not that he needed it. Sure, it was unhealthy, but he couldn't sleep anyway. So why even bother?

Techno would probably be disappointed. Now Tommy has the same messed-up sleeping schedule as him. Maybe worse.

He got out of his bed and tent. In the corner of his eye glowed familiar, little, purple particles. He turned towards them and walked closer.

Step by step.

It seemed so welcoming and warm. Like the embrace of a mother and father. Like a safe place to stay. Like home.

It was exactly what he needed right now. As he stood in front of the portal he smiled while watching the purple swirls dance around on the surface. The hot air came out of the portal hitting his face gently.

It reminded him so much of his Wilbur.

Not the insane one. Not the Wilbur he lost during that explosion. No.

It was the Wilbur during the early L'Manburg. Maybe even before that. It was the Wilbur that cared about him. The one, that played with him, when Phil and Techno weren't around.

But that Wilbur was long gone.

And only the ghost remains.

Tommy shook his head, trying to refocus on reality.

Guess I'll go through it for a little while... Maybe it'll clear my mind and distract me.

The blond entered the gate to hell while feeling a little nauseous thanks to the change in location, temperature, and air pressure. Thankfully it only lasted for a couple of seconds.

Tommy smiled at the sight of the nether. When he was young, he always enjoyed his short visits there and wouldn't want to go back to the overworld. He loved all the red and orange as well as the blue warped forests. Even if it was dangerous.

He felt at home there.

He took a step forward with his torn and worn shoes. He could feel it, the hot netherrack. The heat hurt at first, making him wince at the contact, but he adjusted quickly. No pain could break him anymore. Not after what they did to him.

He walked around the nether. He tried to be very quiet since he didn't want to get attacked with him only having a stone sword. Suddenly he saw a piglin on his cobblestone-obsidian bridge and it looked at him. Tommy started to panic.

His thoughts raced to many places and possibilities of how he could avoid all this. He mumbled aloud, "Shit shit shit shit shit shIT SHIT SHIT! I don't have gold on me! I am so stupid, this is a very dangerous place for a reason! Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot YOU BIG FUCKING IDIOT!", he almost screamed in distress.

The piglin continued looking at him, glancing him up and down. Tommy's brain screamed at him to run. To flee. To get back to his tent. To never come back to this place.

But his instincts didn't. They were telling him to stay calm. That nothing was wrong. That this is not dangerous. But it was, right?

Tommy stood still. He froze on the hot floor he stood on. How ironic.

The piglin didn't seem interested in the blond. Well, not in a bad way, at least. Tommy noticed it. Every other Creature would've attacked him by now. It made Tommy tense up.

The piglin decided to walk away.

This confused the blond a lot. He has never seen this before. His thoughts couldn't keep up with him. "What? What the fuck just happened? Did it think my blond hair was a golden helmet or something? Good thing I washed it in the ocean not too long ago. Lucky, I guess? Do I continue, though?"

Should he? He just encountered a piglin, that wasn't aggressive. A strange phenomenon. Who knows what would happen next?

His brain told him to leave. To leave and not return without the necessary equipment. To leave and wait for Dream.

But his instincts told him to stay. To stay at home. To stay and never return to the overworld. To the loneliness. To the conflict. To Dream.

The teenager shrugged to himself and continued his way, listening to his instincts. The warmth and the sounds around him gave a sense of security he didn't want to leave for now.

He walked down the path he and Dream created. When he trusted that man. When he respected that monster. But his shenanigans would be put to an end. Soon. Hopefully soon.

Suddenly he heard the familiar screeching sound behind him. He quickly turned around and saw it:

A ghast... This was bad.

Tommy started running. His brain ordered him to do so before his instincts could ease the rush of adrenaline.

His speed never failed him before. At least when he wasn't in a weakened state. And how the world would have it, the very condition he was in right now. His legs gave out after a few steps. He fell and scratched his knees and arms on the hot floor.

"FUCK!", he yelled and got ready to deflect the fireball. A fireball, that never came. Instead, the ghast flew away to who knows where.

"What the fuck? What the hell is going on today? Am I just that fucking awesome?" Tommy couldn't believe what was happening, but he was relieved, that he wasn't dead yet.

That would've been his 3rd death. His last death. His ticket to limbo. To his not-so-sane brother.

Before his thoughts could wander anymore, he decided to head back to his portal. It wasn't safe there, right? So he had to.

He paced back to the nether portal quickly. He glanced one last time at the nether. Taking in the beautiful red and orange. The bubbling lava sounds. The occasional purr-like sounds from the ghast flew around.

That reminded him to leave before they saw him and destroyed the portal.

He stepped through the portal, feeling nauseous. He stepped on the dirt below his feet. The nether portal still emitted the warmth from hell. Not that strongly, but strong enough, to not make him shiver at the temperature drop.

He looked around the place. It just so happens to be sunrise. That also meant that someone would visit him soon.

He would come later since he didn't yesterday. Tommy hated the thought of him and his mind games. He was the one to drive Wilbur mad.

It was not Tommy's fault. It was never Tommy's fault.

It was his. ALL OF IT.

Tommy clenched his fists tightly. The anger bubbled in him, waiting for the right moment to erupt like a volcano.

But he had to calm down. Dream wouldn't take too kindly to him rebelling against him and his 'generosity'. So he took deep and steady breaths. Breath in. 1,2,3,4,5. Breath out. 6,7,8,9,10.

The blond got ready to see the green-hooded man. Making sure that he was mentally prepared, he left the comfortable warmth of the portal.

He only had one concern. Dreams way with his words and actions. He could manipulate and read his enemies and friends. His pawns, you could say. If he read into Tommy's expression too much, he could maybe spot an ounce of rebellion in him. Or worse, hate.

If he found that out, he would probably tnt everything in the area. And so, he would find out about the thing he built.

The underground storage.

The blond built the underground storage a few days ago and put his valuables there. It was under the house Ghostbur built and he was sure that Dream would never destroy that unless he thought of destroying everything. Or at least he thought so. Or hoped so.

<Swoosh>

Someone came through the nether portal. Tommy quickly put on his act and ran to the portal.

"AYYY DREAM!! Back ayy?" Tommy had to act as if he cared. He had to seem like the idiot Dream thought he was.

Dream looked at Tommy and his torn clothes. Or, that's what the blond thought. It was hard to read and understand Dream when he didn't speak. Especially because of that smiley mask he always wears.

"Hello Tommy, I'm back. Can't let you be alone for too long.", the man responded gently. His words were like a lullaby, manipulating the victims that hear it into a dream, where he was in control of everything.

The victims don't even realize the calm before the storm.

In other words, the upcoming nightmare.

Tommy was especially pissed by his choice of words. As if he wanted him to realize one day, that he's just watching him. Just watching.

Watching.

He never came to make sure he was doing alright.

He never cared in the first place.

"Are you saying that I need you? I am not a child anymore, Bitch." Tommy said with a serious tone. He looked at the man behind the mask, keeping his face as neutral as possible. If he spotted any anger, Dream would be angry, that he was not in full submission.

"You are one, you child, and friends check up on one another, right?" Dream giggled while pulling Tommy closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Tommy's breath hitched and his heartbeat fastened.

His brain and instincts agreed.

Dream was dangerous. Tommy HAS to get away from that monster. Run away. Run. Run. Run run run run run run rUN RUN!

Tommy's eyes stared at the ground ahead, tempted to listen to his brain and instincts, but knew better.

He made sure to look as angry as possible and put the masked man's arm off of him.

He looked at the man in the mask and retorted, "I AM NO--", only to be cut off by the green man. "What have you been up to?", he asked while walking towards the boy's tent.

The audacity he had to interrupt him. He felt his inner volcano about to erupt but quickly refocused. Breath in. Breath out.

He only needed a bit more iron. A bit more, and he'd be out of there. Never to be seen again.

But he had this feeling.

This unsettling feeling.

He should have run sooner.

"What friend you are", Tommy thought, while following the masked man. Said person looked into Tommy's chest, taking in the little items he put in.

Some wood, a stone sword, and some food.

"Nothing much. Gathered food. I think that's all.", Tommy answered the man while looking at him a bit annoyed. "Very productive", the smiley face said sarcastically. He closed the chest and headed towards Logstedshire.

The walk was very unpleasant for the blond. He decided to make conversation with Dream.

"So, what's everyone up to?", he asked carefully, while walking behind Dream. Never next to or in front of him. Never.

"They're doing fine. Without you, everyone has been doing quite well, actually.", he said nonchalantly while entering Logstedshire. What did Tommy even expect the man to say? Something nice? Haha, keep dreaming.

"Oh...", the blond said, while looking down to his feet. He knew, that Dream manipulated him, but he could never confirm whether those people in the SMP and L'Manburg cared about him.

Because no one ever visited. Because Tubbo exiled him. Because he was left alone to rot away on some third ass island!

So that was the only thing he hesitantly believed from Dream.

Tommy looked up again, with tired and sad eyes. He looked so tired. So finished with everything.

Because he was alone and he couldn't trust anyone anymore.

They halted before Ghostbur's house. Tommy looked up at it and smiled a bit. He genuinely smiled at the building the remains of his brother built.

"Okay, Tommy, you know the drill.", Dream said and took out his purple glowing shovel. He waved it in the air as if teasing Tommy. The blond's eyes widened. He wanted to do 'the drill' right under the house.

Right were the underground storage was.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT", Tommy yelled, while Dream looked up at him, probably smiling- no, grinning- at the blonds reaction. "That's Ghostburs building!! You can't just explode his house!", He tried to argue, panic in his eyes. "The hole will be deep enough", Dream said nonchalantly with a sing-songy voice.

He acted like a child, threatening another with childish means because he was in control. He had power. Tommy. Did. Not.

The blond was panicking a lot. Did Dream know? Did he notice something strange in his behavior?

Tommy's eyes darted around the place, searching for a good excuse. "But henry is here!", he pointed at the mooshroom, which spun in a circle, not noticing the upcoming disaster. "Please, don't.", he pleaded with watery eyes.

He was not ready to feel Dream's wrath. Not. Again.

"Oh come on Tommy, that's just one of those pity gifts. Wouldn't it be better, if it was dead?", Dreams said. The blond could hear him smirk.

Dream loved being in control. He loved pulling the strings. He loved seeing Tommy suffer.

"But the house could get damaged. My brother built it for me and him. I don't want to take the risk, can't we just make the hole somewhere else? I will let you explode my stuff without any resistance for the next few days!"

Give up give up give up give up give up GIVE UP!!

The green hooded man chuckled darkly. His mask's smile seemed more sinister and sadistic than ever.

"You are quite fond of this place aren't you?" Tommy heard Dreams smile behind the mask. His heart raced. His body trembled. His breathing fastened. His eyes watered.

He was having a panic attack.

"C-Can w-we?" Tommy's voice broke as he stuttered.

Dream stared at the blond, chuckling while waving the shovel above the ground. And he started digging.

One block.

No no no no no no no no.

He stared at Dream, as he dug.

Two blocks.

No no no no, please don't.

He watched as the figure disappeared underground. His ears ringed. His vision was blurry.

He needed help.

3 blocks.

Please stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop STOP!!

The world began spinning. Tommy fell to his knees, sobbing loudly. He felt like drowning.

He couldn't breathe.

4 blocks.

NononononononononoNONONONONO!!!

It was too late. Dream would find out.

5 Blocks.

"WHAT IS THIS, TOMMY?"

He snapped out of it. He blinked the tears away and started tapping his knees to calm his breathing.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"TOMMY!", the green man screamed in anger.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Alright, Tommy. This will bear consequences.", the man laughed. But Tommy couldn't hear him. He was too focused on not breaking down anymore than he already did.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He calmed down. His feet and knees felt wobbly, like jelly, but he had to go to the man. Because if he didn't, all his progress would be lost.

He ran to the hole, almost tripping with the sudden nausea he felt, and jumped down.

There stood Dream, flint, and steel in hand, just about to light the TNT he placed in the room.

Tommy tried to shout at him, begging him to stop, but his voice gave out.

<Zzshh>

It was too late.

"Nonononononononono!!!!!" Tommy opened the chest in front of him and grabbed the few pictures he had of him and Tubbo then placed water beneath himself. He braced for impact.

<Boom>

His ears ringed. He clutched them and tried to calm down. Breath in. Breath out. Take deep breaths.

It was just another explosion of many.

He stared at the scene before him in horror.

The destroyed chests. The destroyed ores. The fuming Dream.

Oh, how he wished this was all just a dream. Just another nightmare.

The man before him didn't deserve such a nice name. He was a monster. A living nightmare. A smiling puppeteer. A hated man among many.

"WHAT THE FUCK, TOMMY!", the blond flinched at Dream's tone. His body trembled and his breathing became uneven. But he couldn't panic right now.

His inner volcano is ready to erupt. He had enough.

"HOW COULD YOU! YOU BETRAYED ME. You did it AGAIN!! I thought you changed and maybe I would've let you go to L'Manberg once, BUT NOTHING CHANGED!", Dream yelled, sounding betrayed. But Tommy knew he didn't. He only felt rage. Rage, because his puppet, his little toy didn't obey as it should have.

The volcano erupted. He couldn't bubble it anymore. Dream added enough gasoline to the hateful lava.

He had enough.

Tommy looked at the man with hate in the eyeholes of the mask. He would be ready to kill if he weren't so powerless at the moment. "FRIENDS DON'T BLOW EACH OTHER'S STUFF UP, THEY WOULD RESPECT THE OTHERS DECISION AND THEY WOULD RESPECT OTHERS PRIVACY! YOU DON'T!!!!" The blond snapped back. His voice was full of hate and disrespect. He couldn't filter his voice anymore.

"FRIENDS wouldn't betray each other either. I GAVE YOU RULES, FOOD, COMPANY, AND TRUST! But YOU don't know how to treat a FRIEND! WE ARE FRIENDS TOMMY. WE ARE!"

Prime, were both pissed. Tommy stared daggers at his 'supposed-to-be-friend'. Dream calmed down a bit and started chuckling darkly. It soon erupted into insane laughter with the occasional wheeze he was famous for.

This man needed therapy.

Probably both of them.

Tommy just listened to the laughter. His anger didn't fade. Not one bit.

He was sure of it. He and that maniac could never be friends.

Dreams laughter seized and took a deep sigh in relief. "I think you need new rules, don't you? Maybe THAT would teach you!"

Tommy's anger turned into fear with those few words. He couldn't help but flinch at the tone that the man in control used. Tommy was scared again like the man wanted him to be. How he should be.

Because both knew:

New rules will make the blond teen feel even more helpless.

"Wait, wait, Dream, please! I won't do it again, I promise! I-I-I won't, I-I", Tommy stuttered. He couldn't believe his eyes. His ears. His life.

Why did he have to suffer?
Why was it him again?
Why couldn't he just live a normal life?

Why why why why why why why WHY WHY!?

WHY WAS HE ALWAYS THE ONE TO SUFFER THE MOST!?

Dream quickly shut the blond up. He also had enough of the teen's futile resistance. "No Tommy, you will never learn, if this continues."

"Wha- Dream plea-"

"SHUT UP! You're testing my patience here.", Dream snapped. The blond quieted down and looked at the floor of the destroyed storage room, they were in instead.

"Rule number one: No more unchecked chests. I will check them every visit."

"Dream, please", Tommy pleaded in a whisper. He felt the need to just disappear. Disappear and never come back.

"Rule number two: No more pity presents. You are not allowed to accept them anymore.", the man said, looking the blond in the eyes with amusement. He enjoyed this.

"What? DREAM!", Tommy tried again yelling this time. While Tommy did hate pity, those presents were still something that brought him closer to the others. He didn't feel so left out.

He didn't feel like he was alone.

But that imaginative world of his would soon crumble as the man in control pulled the strings.

"Rule number three: No more visits from anyone but me without my consent.", the man continued. Tommy was on the verge of crying again. He felt his throat clenching up, his tears gathering in his eyes, his voice leaving. But why would that help? The man would be only amused by his suffering. He enjoyed this.

"Rule number four: No more passing through the nether. The nether is off-limits for you!" Dream said, not even trying to hide his amusement, as he climbed out of the destructed house. His steps echoed through the storage room. Tommy stared at the ground, not being able to look up. He only trembled as he tried to not break down again.

He enjoyed this.

The blond felt his breathing fastening, his eyes letting their waterworks work, his heart beating faster, his legs giving out, the world spinning.

It was too much for a teen.

Too many rules he had to obey, too much trauma he had to suffer through, too much loneliness he had to endure, and too much of Dream he had in his life.

That monster will once again break him, wait for him to heal, and break him again. Over and over and over again.

Tommy yearned for freedom. For home.

He snapped out of it and quickly followed the man haunting his night terrors.

Tommy yelled after the monster pleading for him to stop this madness, with his voice cracking and breaking occasionally, "Wha-at? Dream, ple-ease. That's to-o mu-much!"

But the green-hooded man didn't care. His actions were justified, the moment Tubbo said for him to look after the blond.

Because he was in control and he could decide the blond's fate and punishment.

"SHUT UP! Your actions have consequences. Deal with them because this is your fault!", he yelled back at Tommy, who kept his distance from him.

It seriously wasn't Tommy's fault, right? It wasn't his. It was Dream's fault.
He was the one putting him through this.
He was the one who got him in exile.
He was the one who manipulated everyone.

Dream. Was. To. Blame.

Tommy almost shouted his thoughts at him, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he was afraid. Afraid, because Dream. Was. In. Control.

Dream pulled his pickaxe out of his inventory and started mining the obsidian frame of the portal. Tommy stared in horror, as the man continued. But he wasn't in control of the situation and could only watch.

Dream teased the blond, only mining the corners of the portal first. Tommy cried as he watched while muttering one word over and over again. His world of somewhat was crumbling.

"Please please please please please please please ... please..."

But the Monster only heard strange music coming to his ears. He listened intently, loving the way it sounded so broken and afraid.

It was such a beautiful tune.

Dream mined away at the obsidian. It felt like years for Tommy until it was over, but it probably only took a minute or two. Not even a speck of Obsidian was left. Tommy was scared. He hated the rules. All of them.

But...

No more nether?

His second home?

His comfort zone?

The hooded man stared at Tommy for a bit, taking in his miserable state. He couldn't help but laugh and wheeze. He was in control again. And he liked it.

The man left the blond where he stood and walked over to the tent, blowing all of it up. Tommy just stared at the place his portal was supposed to be in disbelief, ignoring the explosions from his right.

Maniacal laughter filled the air, and everything blew up or burned.

His tent, his gifts, his Christmas tree, everything. Only craters of where once stood his gifts and pity from the others remained.

The voice of the man not far from him brought him back to reality. "Tommy, we are friends. Because we are friends I'll give you a stack of Steak. I know that you need time to adjust, learn from your mistakes, and accept reality, so you don't have to hunt for a while. I'll come tomorrow again." The man in green said happily, cheerfully, dropping the blond the food on the ground that the blonds inventory picked up unconsciously and soon placed a boat leaving his work of art and destruction behind.

Tommy snapped out of his trance and looked at the ruins, realising just how broken his world was. How broken the people were. How broken his mental state was.

He should've run when he could.

Tommy sobbed again, looking at the vast ocean, where he could spot Dream in the distance, rowing away in his boat.

He quickly turned away.

He needed to run away as soon as possible.

The blond was determined to get away from him.

He needed to run, even if it cost him his life. He needed to run before that psychopath comes back.

He needed to run, before it was too late again.

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A/n:

Prologue is now finished!
And I think it turned out well. It's kinda sad how long it got (ALMOST 5000 WORDS!!) Not only that, but this is only the prologue. :|
Oh well...

Sooo this is kind of a distraction for me, since I won't update or write for my other unfinished book. There's an A/N that suggested that I'll probs write something else for now. Here is option number one!

Umm, I don't know how seriously I will take this. If you want me to update this more, I will. Just make sure you comment that or I get the message at all... (hehe :])

While you're waiting for the next chapter, you could read my other books. I have one finished one with a few chapters.
And I have the other unfinished one that's a real slow burn. I also have my story idea book, with suggestions and Ideas that I could write and my drawings, cause why not.

That's it! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though nothing really happened lmao!

'Til next chapter!