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Groaning, Tommy opened his eyes, meeting his eyes with that of a cat, a cat which is really close to his face holy shit . He yelped and scrambled away from the cat. Now mind you, he hadn’t been planning to go anywhere for at least a couple months since he needed to finish his hotel. (Not because Sam got hurt fuck you.)
Because of this, he quite literally, has no fucking clue where he is. Taking in more of his surroundings, there wasn’t anything he could use to identify where he is, except for a clearing of trees, a couple zombies, and that bloody cat, which looks rather pretty mind you, with its white orange and black fur. Shooing away the cat, he opened his inventory to get his sword.. only to find that his inventory is empty. Cursing under his breath, he started to weave his way through the trees, avoiding the zombies, Prime knows he can’t fight 2 zombies at once in such a weakened state. Speaking of, what the hell happened to him? He looked down at his arms mid run to see them covered with burns, fresh burns, like seriously what the hell happened?
The last thing he remembers was.. he was.. he was in Sam’s base? No- he was outside of Sam's base, there was a hissing sound which was coming from behind him, so faint he barely heard it, although that could’ve just been because his hearing was shot to shit since Doomsday, I mean what do you expect? You can’t go through this many explosions without losing a bit of your hearing. He had assumed the noise was just Sam coming to bring him inside, though it’s obvious now that he was mistaken. Wincing, he pulled up his pant leg to check and fucking yup , there’s a shit ton of fresh burns on his leg. He- he should be dead .
After walking through the trees for about an hour a piece of glowstone caught his eye, and upon coming closer it’s not just a piece of glowstone, it's a whole path of glowstone. “Oh no, oh- oh no, fuck no fuck this no,” he mumbled. That was fucking spawn .
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He hasn’t been at spawn in a while, not since- ..he doesn’t wanna think about it. Shaking his head, he brought himself out of his thoughts, it wasn't important. Making his way down the path he headed towards the community house, but it was.. weird. Well no- it certainly wasn’t weird per say.. but there was nothing wrong with it. It was perfectly intact, not a single burn singe or exploded walls, entirely unlike the community house he's used to. Seeing the community house brought up a shit ton of nostalgia as well as dread, but before Tommy was able to explore the entirety of the house a voice spoke.
“Who the hell are you?” the voice demanded. A sort of primal fear sparked up in him at the familiar voice and he felt himself tense, but the voice was different than usual. it didn’t sound as cold and uncaring as it usually is. That was alone enough for Tommy to turn around and face the voice, albeit very slowly and cautiously.
The sight he was met with all but left him stunned. It was Dream, but not Dream, in a way. Dream isn’t ever seen without his mask on, yet here he is with his mask skewed to the side, eyes wary but not cold. Dream hasn’t worn his plain hoodie (without bloodstains) in so long, yet here he is.
What the fuck is going on.
No- no, y’know what? He can’t deal with this right now. Fuck dream, fuck this day, fuck everything.
Steeling himself, he turned towards the other, flashing a grin.
“ ‘ow do.” he greeted, and promptly passed the fuck out.
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Dream had been expecting to head over to George’s house today and bake. He had been expecting to show the fairly new member around the SMP. He hadn’t expected to find a bleeding teenager at the community house.
“Who the hell are you?” he questioned. Immediately the person stiffened, but slowly turned around to face him. Upon closer inspection, the teen(?) looked to be closer to his age, all the while staring at him, unblinking, with poorly concealed nervousness fear. Their arms had a couple bandages on them, all singed from something, old scars covered by fresh burns. Their pants were also scorched and you could tell underneath they had burns on them. Their hair looked like an overgrown, slightly strawberry blonde, but their face, their face was the worst. The stranger had stormy teal eyes, a couple bandaids on their face, a singed green bandana, and a huge scar.
He watched as the stranger schooled their expression to something more mischievous, giving him a sly grin, revealing sharp canines, though they looked to be bordering on unconsciousness. What the hell happened to them?
“ ‘ow do.” they greeted, their eyes fluttering shut and their body giving out from under them, Dream catching them.
What the fuck??
He let out an involuntary groan at the strangeness of this situation. He hauled the stranger onto his back and started carrying them to help. On his way there a small calico cat he’d never seen before hopped up onto his back with the stranger and started sleeping.
Literally, what the fuck?