Tried of the bullshit that is exile, Tommy sets out to find someplace to start anew; after all, as long as he doesn't step foot in L'Manburg or Dream SMP, Tommy can go anywhere.
What he doesn't expect to find, is you.
And boy, was there much more to...
-Interlude chapters are chapters focused on characters that have not yet meet the reader. There'll be a few before everything begins to draw together ♥
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• INTERLUDE I•
° Happenstance°
Dream knew something was majorly wrong the moment he stepped through the Nether portal into Logstedshire. It was an eerie quiet that Dream had never associated with Tommy. The kid was always making some sort of noise, either it being him humming the tunes from the discs or general movement about the place. But no, the noise he had become familiar with since Tommy had been exiled here had vanished.
As did seemingly all the life out here.
Sure there was a pig wandering, a few sheep grazing but it was too quiet.
Worried, Dream begins wandering into the small campsite the two had set up for Tommy and had since expanded for the kid's comfort.
Dream might dislike the kid but he didn't want him dead. Didn't want him struggling to survive or suffering.
This exile was just meant to teach the kid a lesson on why he really needed to grow up a bit, that the world didn't just revolve around him and his problems.
"Tommy?" He called, but nothing. No shuffling or breathing.
Dream checked Tnret just to make sure the kid wasn't just sleeping but, again, no sign of him.
"Fuck, kid," Dream scanned his surroundings and he spots nothing. There wasn't anything out of place.
Did he go mining? Dream's brows furrowed, but then again, the kid tended to leave notes in case Dream came around while underground. The first time that happened, Dream freaked out and had searched the surrounding area for almost an hour before the kid had surfaced.
After that, Dream demanded the kid leave a note.
The campfire was...old.
Dream crouched before it and dipped a hand into it to scoop some charcoal. Cold and at least a few days old, maybe more?
