[THIS BOOK HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED]
(n.) Unconditional familial love, which can be one-sided in some cases, but is driven by familiarity.
In which, Aurelia receives a letter that brings her back to the family she left behind years ago. This "family" o...
Chapter 5: "Prison on your own fucking SMP, Dream."
Tw/Cw: Cursing, threatening, violence, minor character death, not heavily proofread (Syndicate lore go brr)
(We still run on the 3 canon lives, we're okay) Also, had to switch around a bit of the plot I created for this cause- Tommy lore- yea.
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•POV: 3rd person Omniscient•
"You came!" Tommy yelled. Tubbo's head shot up, looking at the group with shining eyes.
Dream's plan was a bust. He knew it was a possibility, but he didn't imagine it like this. Almost everyone showed up. Even people who used to be so close to Dream. Sapnap, one of the closest friends he had. Puffy, who was almost an older sister figure to him. Bad, another close friend. Punz, the one person who stayed through every war, unfazed by betrayal. Sam, who he paid to make the prison, and another close friend. His eyes flashed with hurt, before he threw that deep down, and focused on instinct.
Flight? Not an option, the elevator already went back up, and even if he were to use pearls, there were like 20 people here, he wouldn't be able to get out.
Fight? Also, not an option. Sure, he had his armor, weapons, but he was outnumbered. It didn't matter how powerful he was, it was a 20 v 1.
Give up? Never.
The only option, is to bargain as much as possible. He came up with a plan. All of it was true, but he was going to twist it just a tiny bit. What they don't know, won't hurt them.
Tommy and Tubbo took the opportunity to run behind the group of people, out of reach of Dream.
"Why are you all here?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.
"We are tired of your shit, Dream. We're here to take you down once and for all." Jack said. Everyone agreed, of course.
Tommy stepped forward, with a new look of confidence. He wore it well.
"Dream, you're not going to fucking kill me. You said you wouldn't." (This aged well.)
He guided Dream towards the middle of the hallway, and made a hole two blocks deep.
"Dream. Put your stuff in the hole."
He gave Tommy a look, before taking off all armor, pulling out swords and weapons from hidden pockets, even potions and food hidden in the inventory space. He was now, only in the black leggings, signature green hoodie, and mask. It gave some closure to the blond teen, who had been mistreated and tormented by the man only 5 years older than him, ever since he was 9.
