The Nether. An inhospitable wasteland. Home to only ghasts, blazes, pigmen and-wait, who's that riding on the ghast?

"DREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAM!"

George, Bad, Sapnap, Wilbur, Phil, Skeppy and Tubbo have all been turned, and are racing after a small boat on top of the huge white beast. Dream and Tommy look back urgently as they close in. They jump down from the ghast and make a portal, quickly running in.

Two weeks earlier...

Dream thinks about the hunters chasing after them now. Three of his best friends, plus WIlbur.

"C'mon, Dream."

it's Tubbo.

"We've built a Nether Portal, and the hunters are closing in. Time to go."

"M'kay."

Present Day

The two figures run, following the Eye. Dream thinks about the past as the wind whips by.

One week earlier.

Dream sighs. Now, Skeppy is gone.

Not gone. Much worse. Against us.

Dream closes his eyes in thought, leaning against the warm fortress wall.

Two days earlier.

Dream, Phil and Tommy yell as Tubbo is swallowed by the lava, his hand going under. Another loss-a more profound and deep one for the smaller.

Their eyes light up as he rises back up-but this time with startling red eyes. Seems like Nightmare has made it so that all who die turn against his only enemy, Dream.

Now it is only Tommy, Phil and Dream, in a constant struggle.

Fifteen minutes earlier

Dream and Tommy hop onto the ghast-Dream was planning to use this trick in a later manhunt- and Tommy reaches out, but it is too late. Wilbur grabs Phil by his lapel and has a sinister smile on his face as what is human in his so-called father's eyes wane and are replaced with blood red.

Present Day

Dream sits, sulkingly, on the cold stone of the stronghold. Tommy had been turned as well, just before he barricaded the portal room door with obsidian, and killed the hunters one by one. They would respawn. But not as his friends.

He thinks about his friends.

More and more of them had fallen, as only two weeks earlier it was just George.

He had let them down. He had abandoned them, in fear for himself.

He has let more and more of them fall.

"C'mon! Get through this! Who has a pickaxe?"

The shouts reverberate around his head. He knows what he must do.

Dream has made the advancement [The End?]