Finding Them

        Dream was what Tommy considered to be an egotistical bastard. Sure, he's only known him for the past five minutes, while he fights the group of them, but Tommy is good at spotting egotistical bastards.

You know, tallish, angry, attempting to kill you- That kind of egotistical bastard.

But that doesn't matter right now because Tommy, the twelve-year-old, has bigger issues than sorting personalities. Such as stopping the egotistical bastard, and avoiding large projectiles that are plummeting towards his head.

Yeah, like that.

Unlike Tommy's wandering mind, his brothers were having their own revelations, like how to stop the egotistical bastard, and save their kingdom from being flattened.

"Phil! What do we do!?" A frantic Wilbur yelled over the sounds of metal hitting metal, rubble crashing against the ground. Phil's gaze caught Wil's, his eyes bore into him for a split second. They were wide, tired, scared. The normally put-together boy was dishelved on the battlefield. Soon enough, Phil's expression came to mirror the brunet's. What do they do? What could they do?

"I- I don't know!" he yelled back helplessly. He could feel the pit in his stomach rising into his throat. Anxiety, worry, flooded throughout his body. he once talked so big, like they could take back the kingdom with a pen and paper, a signature on a dotted line. Yet, he knew what they were signing up for, they all did. So why didn't he prepare more? Why wasn't he ready?

Phil's eyes traveled to his companions, everyone was fighting, surviving, but would it all be in vain? Would they lose, because he was incompetent? He could see the way they faltered, just as he did. If things kept up this way he knew they would be fighting a losing battle.

"Phil!" Oh god, not another, he can't- he's letting them all down.

"I don't know how to stop him! I- I don't..." his voice trailed off n exhaustion, watching as Tubbo weaved through the bodies, grabbing Phil's arm and dragging him towards the castle.

"It's okay Phil! I know how to stop him!" Tubbo only continued to drag him, ignoring the bewildered look on Phil's face.

"How?" Phil yelled to him, the suffocating noise of the fight reverberating in his ears.

Tubbo momentarily turned over his shoulder to look at Phil with a blinding smile, one that he never thought to see at a time like this. "My fucking brain imploded!"

Oh dear lord, why was he trusting Tubbo? Ah yes, because this is the only hope they have.

"Tubbo, what are we even doing?" Phil asked finally able to stop yelling as they made their way through the halls.

"Do you remember the box Fundy said not to touch when you first got here?" Tubbo started.

"Yeah? how do you know about that? You weren't even here," Phil answered, slightly concerned.

"Well, like I said my brain imploded, but never mind that. All demons that come to the overworld have some sort of containment device, an artificial weakness if you will. you see during the last overworld and underworld war it ended in a treaty. That document basically said that the demons were allowed to roam the overworld, but only if they were given some sort of containment. They were so overpowered and the beings of the overworld didn't want another war starting, especially one they knew they couldn't win. vice versa as well, any living being can visit the underworld as long as they have a containment device as well, though that doesn't stop the side effects from working their way in. If you don't abide by the treaty rules you simply won't be let through the portal, the magical balance won't let you through."

"That box Fundy said not to touch is Dreams containment, and in the most literal way possible, his only weakness. Hence the only way to stop him."

Phil's brain was running in circles at this point, trying to comprehend everything that Tubbo had just spewed off.

"Okay, but how do we kill him, get rid of him for good?" he asked, seeking a more permanent solution. Tubbo stopped completely this time, turning to face him once more.

"Philza," he laughed, "you can't kill a dead man, but you can send him back to hell."

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short scream this time

I finally fricking got around to changing the cover cuz ive wanted to do that for some time so last night i just like opened up illustrator and went to town. And then i speedran this chapter as of likke 20 minutes ago. so yeah, sorry again for inconsitant updates and stuff, ngl this is usually how i am with stories, updating and stuff. But like from what spetember to like february somehow I adopted a consistant writing schedule and now it has just been poured down the drain. 

So yeah, hope you are having a good day and chickety check you later :)