Two Days Later. . .  

“I’ll be back, I promise.” Tommy said as he slung his bag over his shoulder, looking towards Technoblade who sat behind him in the entrance hallway. His side was finally healed enough that he could leave, so now he was off back to Pogtopia to finish his side of the plan. Technoblade at first tried to get Tommy to stay, telling him that they could just bring the dogs here and they all could stay together. Tommy shot that idea down right away, for many reasons. One, if Techno or Philza were to just travel here with hundreds of dogs following them, there was no way L’manburg wouldn’t think something was up. Two, Philza was here. So now he was to go back to Pogtopia, with a promise to come back to visit Technoblade. Tommy was coming back regularly anyways, plans were not going to make themselves, but if it helped Technoblade sleep knowing Tommy would come to visit him soon then so be it. 

“You better be, or I myself will come down into that shithole and drag you back here.” Tommy laughed opening the door before a hand landed on his shoulder. Looking back Techno had a small smile of his own. “Don’t die, ok?” 

“I promise I won't die.” The hand left his shoulder after that, the piglin hybrid backing up as the blond shut the door. A long sigh left his throat, finally taking steps in the direction of Pogtopia. 

  A Few Hours Later. . .

Once back in Pogtopia it didn’t take long for Tommy to settle back in, emptying the contents in his back in a chest as many dogs surrounded him in attempts to get his attention. Dove was one of them, basically jumping onto him as he stood up after shutting the chest closed. Finally, he began to pet the dogs, all the while trying to make it to his own room. With how many dogs he had living down here, that was a challenge to accomplish. Once he was finally in his room he savored the quiet, something that he never realized he missed. In Technoblades cabin it always seemed to have some type of noise always going off, or talking, on of the two. It annoyed Tommy at first, but it seemed that he had gotten used to it after the first few days. 

Shrugging off the winter clothes he stuffed them into a chest near his bed, where most of his wearable clothes sat. Standing back up he looked towards the unlit candles around the room before grabbing one of the many matches that sat next to them, striking it against the wooden desk next to him watching the end of the small stick come to life. Once the dim light filled the room Tommy felt relaxed, sitting down at the desk after grabbing his bag from the bed and into his lap. Emptying out the bag he grabbed a nearby quill, unrolling the plans before him before diving into hours of more critiquing. 

The plan was interesting Tommy will admit, Philza definitely helped develop the plan to what it was now. Tommy didn’t even know if he could change anything else once he finished, a smile forming on his lips. His peaceful moment seemed to crash before him with just one word. “Tommy?” Tommy looked up from the plans and around his room, brows furrowing at the voice. He stood, looking towards the door with steady eyes. Once a soft knock hit the wood the teen knew that this wasn’t another trick from his own mind.

“T-Tommy? Are you here?” The voice echoed, quickly giving away who it was on the other side of the door. As he made his way towards the door he paused, hand faltering to open the door as a thought entered his mind. How would Ghostbur of all people know to look for him here of all places? Ghostbur forgot most of his past memories, ones the Ghost said were ‘negative’ or ‘bad experiences’. Pogtopia was one of those places. He hesitantly called out to the ghost on the other side of the door. 

“Ghostbur?” 

“Tommy! You are here! That’s great… c-can you come out?” It was at this point Tommy picked up on the scared tone the ghost was using, almost seeming urgent to get the teen to leave the room. It made Tommy summon his sword to his hand. 

“Sure… yeah, I can chat for a bit.” Tommy finally opened the door, quickly noticing the lack of dogs surrounding him. Before the blond was Ghostbur, a relieved smile etched onto his face as he looked towards the teen. Something was very off about this situation. 

“I came by to see how you were, b-because I haven’t seen you in so long! How is your vacation, or are you not on vacation anymore?” Tommy blinked at the other, trying to understand what exactly was happening. Ghostbur would not have found Tommy on his own, which meant someone lead him in here. 

“No, no I’m not on vacation anymore Ghostbur. And I plan to not have another for a very long time.” His eyes began to glance around, trying to find something that looked out of the ordinary to him, but nothing stood out. “I’m doing good though, Ghostbur, thank you for stopping by to see how I was.” He looked toward the ghost of his dead brother, forcing himself to not look away. He hated looking at this fake copy of Wilbur, having to look at eyes that seemed so familiar, yet didn’t at the same time. Ghostbur was like a younger version of Wilbur that Tommy only got to see on days when they had no problems to overcome or gloomy clouds hanging over their heads. It was a Wilbur that was dead and gone after the first L’manburg war, a version of Wilbur that should have stayed dead in the past, in Tommy’s memories when he thought back to his once-happy childhood. 

But Ghostbur is a thing, and there is nothing Tommy could do to get rid of him. Ghostbur’s eyes looked towards Tommy’s back, sorrow filling his eyes as a concerned frown crossed his face. Tommy crossed his arms, waiting for the ghost to ask the many questions he feels he had heard too often as of late. “You’re wings? Where are they?” Tommy’s lips became a thin line, eyes turning darker as he recalled the incident, the phantom pain filled his body, making Tommy stand and stare at the other. “Tommy?” The blond snapped out of his thoughts, eyes blinking before softly smiling at the worried ghost. 

“It… it happened on vacation.” Ghostbur nodded solemnly, eyes still glancing back towards where the appendages would be. “Remember Dream?” The Ghost tensed up at the name, eyes flicking behind him before quickly looking towards Tommy once again. If possible, Tommy swore that the already deathly pale ghost grew even whiter. 

“Yes, yeah. Your friend, right?” Tommy paused, eyes looking toward where Ghostbur was looking. It was the hallway entrance, making Tommy wonder if Dream was the one to bring Ghostbur down here. 

“No, Dream was never my friend.” Tommy bitterly growled out, eyes looking back towards the less afraid Ghostbur. “He was never my friend…” 

“O-Oh, I see.” A long pause filled the space between them, Ghostbur’s eyes still flicking over towards the entrance as Tommy stared at the other with a cold gaze. 

“Why do you keep looking over there?” At that the ghost once again became pale, as if he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have. 

“Huh? L-Looking where?”  Tommy sighed, rolling his eyes before walking towards the hallway entrance, flicking his wrist to summon a sword in the process. “WAIT!” That was enough indication that something was there that was defiantly not supposed to be. Sword ready and protecting his body, Tommy’s blue eyes looked down the dark hallway with uncertainty.

He heard the faint steps of someone walking behind him, looking back to see the ghost of his dead brother. He looked confused himself, eyes holding nothing but conflict before meeting the blond's own. The avian's grip on his sword grew tighter, his expression holding nothing but anger. 

“Ghostbur.” His voice held anger, almost sharp enough to cut through stone. The dead man before him flinched, quickly beginning to fidget with his fingers. 

“Y-Yes Tommy?” 

“Who else is down here.” The ghost looked surprised, blue eyes wide while his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Tommy’s eyes narrowed, his whole body now facing the shrunken ghost, peer pressure was never a friend to the ghost. “Ghostbur.” He stepped forwards, watching as the copy of his brother took a step back. 

“I-I-” Before the ghost could answer Tommy heard the rush of steps behind him. He whipped around, his sword meeting another sword. He pushed the attacker back, seeing a maskless Dream before him. His green eyes held nothing but anger and vengeance, making Tommy smile. He pushed the other away, watching the man gain even more anger. 

“I knew you were here, Dream.” The other man stood tall as if he was trying to intimidate the teen. “Ghostbur didn’t even know about this place, how else would he have known that I was down here?” Dream huffed at that, eyes narrowing at the other. “My question is, how did you grow the balls to come back down here after the last time we talked?” The blonds head tilted, eyes looking at the other with a sick smile. “I thought I made it very clear who the hunter is now, don’t you agree?” 

“You made it very clear I should have finished you off in exile, instead of letting nature take its course with your sorry ass.” Tommy sighed, lifting his head as he rolled his eyes. 

“You know, I was expecting you to die where I left you, Dream.” The blond began, making his way towards the other slowly. Dream watched him, a barely visible shake beginning in the older man. It was funny to Tommy, a teen scaring a grown man as much as he was in this moment. He barely held in a chuckle as said man began to back away from him, putting up a defensive stance against him. “Even if you did live, I never expected you to come marching into my home like this.” 

“Well, I guess we both were proven wrong then, weren’t we?” Dream growled out, still backing away from a nearing Tommy. 

“I guess so.” Tommy’s voice was calm, his eyes holding nothing but that of crazed vengeance. As they entered the main area of Pogtopia. The green-hooded man said nothing after that agreement, still watching his opponent as a cornered prey would, waiting for the right moment to bolt if needed. It thrilled Tommy to see him like this, his torturer scared of the very thing he created.  “I never got why you were so evil, manipulating those around you with such ease.” A pause came from the teen, eyes looking over the olders face before he continued. “What happened in your past to make you such an obsessive, manipulative, and evil little bitch?” Dream’s eyes flickered with something, maybe memories of before, what may have changed him into what he was today. Tommy could give two shits though, his sword flinging forwards to slice through the man's face. 

A screech filled the walls of Pogtopia, making Tommy’s eyes turn into pin needles and his smile grow wider. Dream fell to the ground, weapon forgotten as he reached for his once wound-free face with both hands. Blood seeped through the hand's cracks, droplets falling to the floor by the action. A gasp made Tommy look towards the hallway, a horrified Ghostbur looking from Tommy to Dream.

Before he knew what was happening he was tackled to the ground, hands wrapping around his neck as his crazed eyes met insane green. The slash was big, going from his chin all the way to the upper opposite side of his face, blood trickling down his freckled face as he attempted to choke the other out. Tommy laughed, eyes taking in the work he had done, watching as tears filled the admin's eyes. “You're a sorry excuse for a man, Dream.” A hard jerk, making the blond gag and grab onto the offending arms as Dream let out an ear-piercing scream. 

“SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING! SHUT UP!” Tommy laughed harder, the man above tightening his hold on the avian's neck. “DIE!” Tommy quickly rolled them over, watching the fear fill the mans eyes as his hands slipped away from the teens bruising neck. Tommy grabbed onto the man's hair, blue eyes watching the other scramble to try and get up. 

“Why don’t you?” With that he began banging the man's head against the stone floor, listening to the futile screams as his strength grew more every second. Eventually, the man began to stop struggling, hands that once were trying to shove him off flopping to the ground, barely twitching. Even so, Tommy didn’t stop, eyes wide and pupils small, a huge crazed smile on his face as he let his anger and pain seep into his actions. With one last crunch, he stopped, heaving for breath as he looked at what he did. Blood, blood, blood. He began to laugh, growing in volume as he stared, pulling his hands away as he covered his still smiling face. Even though Ghostbur was watching, eyes huge and teary, he didn’t stop. 

He had finally killed Dream, the bastard was finally dead. He ran his hands down his face, still laughing even as blood got into his eyes mixing in with the tears running down his face. He looked up towards the barely light ceiling, closing his eyes as he took in the moment. 

A moment he would never forget. 

Hey, I made a playlist for this book btw! I know some people, like me, like to listen to music and read, so I made a playlist for this book. I actually use it when I'm writing, and I thought why not let others use the playlist too? So, here you go!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/07vFzxO9FQI6KV9fh5FMj0?si=gJbA1PG-RG6sYr9a3vSMqw&utm_source=copy-link

With that said, have a good morning, afternoon, and night!