Slight TW in this chapter :)

Tommy genuinely hated the camp he was staying in.

Dream sucked, Dream's bitchass rules sucked, and the loneliness was crushing. It was just him and Dream in the camp, surrounded by snow, trees, and four massive walls that kept them in.

But Dream was nice. Most of the time. Most of the time, he hung out with Tommy or at least, didn't hurt him. but sometimes he got really mad, and sometimes he yelled. The yelling was one of Tommy's least favorite parts.

Sometimes, though, Dream would get so mad or so annoyed that he would lash out and hit Tommy. When that happened for the first time, Tommy had run in a random direction wildly before eventually curling up under a bush to fall asleep.

When he got back the next day, Dream smiled and apologized, so that meant everything was alright. Apologies made everything better, right?

So Tommy trusted Dream again. 

And Dream didn't hit him for a while.

...

How long?

...

He didn't know. He didn't know what time it was, or what day it was, or how long ago he had been brought to the camp. But Dream was there, so it was alright.

Dream had hit him more than once, though. He doesn't remember how long after the first time it had started, but he knew it had happened.

And one time, Tommy had tried yelling back at Dream when Dream had yelled at him. It didn't go well. Dream had stormed off, out of the camp, and left Tommy alone for three days, alone in the cold camp. When he had come back, his outfit was crusted with dried blood and he had smiled brightly at Tommy.

Tommy remembered how he'd cheerfully apologized for not being there, and then fed him some rabbit stew. It was really good. So he liked Dream again.

Dream was basically his family. His life. His world. Tommy thought he had it best of anyone. He was lucky to have Dream, he was happy with Dream, so he never thought back on his old life. The one with-

"Tommy!"

Dream's voice came out of the trees and Tommy's head jerked up. He was about to- But-

And then Dream walked up to him sitting on the rock. His face held little emotion, like normal. "Tommy." He said again. "Did you spill water on the ground?" Spilled water would make the snow slippery, like ice, and was a hazard in camp. Tommy trembled slightly. "Yes..." He muttered nervously, looking down at the snow beneath his feet. 

Dream's eyebrow twitched slightly, but then he smiled forcefully. "That's okay this time." He said with a shrug. "Just don't do it again." Tommy sighed in relief and nodded quickly. "Yes, Dream."

Dream walked off, leaving Tommy to himself. Tommy breathed out a sigh of relief, he hadn't been punished that time. Dream was nice like that. Dream said that normal adults punished the children they looked after for everything.

[ • • • ]

More weeks went by like normal, but Tommy was scared. Dream was not acting nice. He had cut Tommy on the arm, and then he had apologized. But the scar didn't go away. Dream's anger did, though. He would leave camp more frequently, never telling Tommy when or where he was going.

And Tommy was growing restless, too. He started hearing a voice. The voice sounded familiar.

"Come to me, Tommy." It said. And it was speaking from beyond the camp walls. It sounded kind and welcoming and... And it sounded terrifying. Tommy couldn't remember much from the outside, but Dream said it was like war; that it was kill or be killed; that it was not safe for him to leave.

And Dream doesn't- He do- Li- He w- H̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴡ̶̷̸̲̅-̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅H̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴡ̶̷̸̲̅ᴏ̶̷̸̲̅ᴜ̶̷̸̲̅ʟ̶̷̸̲̅ᴅ̶̷̸̲̅ɴ̶̷̸̲̅'̶̷̸̲̅ᴛ̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅D̶̷̸̲̅ʀ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅ᴀ̶̷̸̲̅ᴍ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴡ̶̷̸̲̅ᴏ̶̷̸̲̅ᴜ̶̷̸̲̅ʟ̶̷̸̲̅ᴅ̶̷̸̲̅ɴ̶̷̸̲̅'̶̷̸̲̅ᴛ̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅.̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅L̶̷̸̲̅ɪ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅?̶̷̸̲̅

"Lies."

 D̶̷̸̲̅ʀ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅ᴀ̶̷̸̲̅ᴍ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴡ̶̷̸̲̅ᴏ̶̷̸̲̅ᴜ̶̷̸̲̅ʟ̶̷̸̲̅ᴅ̶̷̸̲̅ɴ̶̷̸̲̅ᴛ̶̷̸̲̅ L̶̷̸̲̅ɪ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅. 

"He lies to you."

I don't believe you.

"He took you from me."

Who-

"Leave this place"

"Escape"

"Tommy"

"L̶̷̸̲̅ɪ̶̷̸̲̅s̶̷̸̲̅ᴛ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅ɴ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴛ̶̷̸̲̅ᴏ̶̷̸̲̅ ̶̷̸̲̅ᴍ̶̷̸̲̅ᴇ̶̷̸̲̅"

I can't. Can't leave, I mean.

"Please do it for me, Tomkin."

Į̴̱͍̳̙̦͓͉̗̰̏͗̓͛͜-̸̥̩͊̐́̾̓̋̓͂̔͆̀̕͝ ̵̧̲̝̺͖͙̤̣͍̤͛̈͌̓̀̈́̚͝͝͝ͅD̷̻͒̃́͗́̀̒̂̄̋̐͆̿̚͠ò̸̙̦̜̅͗̏̌̾͒̓̿͆̋̽n̷̡̮̬͚̘̤͚͚̺̜͈͉̾͗͂'̶̨̧̢̧̛͈̦̹̠̼͈͔̝̖̬́̓̌̍̌̇͐͆͜ţ̵̰̲̘̹̰̞͕͌ͅ ̶̨̛̥̦̳͎͉̩̞̾̉͗̀̋̐̊͊̈́͋͜I̸̺͙͓̋̓̒̍͐̾̃̍́̊̈́̀̐-̷̱͍̝͇͙̖̗̖͈͐̌̒́̾̿͛͜

...

I̷̖͇͎͓̣̙̩͐͘͘ ̶̘͖̱̩́͗͋̎͗k̵̨̙͎̰̬̮̓̈́̊̐̊̅̏̕͝n̸̫͎̩̘͉͔̫̽̑̀͊̄̈́ǫ̸̳͉̞͚͖̏̀̀́̎͝w̶̮̥̰̮͈̣͆̓͆̇̂͂̔̈̅̐̈̃͝ ̶͉̏͛y̶̧̛͙̘͍̬̯̒͛͂͗̃̈̿͠ó̸̱͖̝̙̟̱̤̪̱̲̌͒͆͌͝ͅͅͅų̸̣͓͕̗̤͓͔̃͛͊̆̿̾͊͆̒̄͛̊͝ͅͅ.̷̲͚̰͇̋̆̔͒͂͋̇̿̉͆͋͑̂͘͠ͅ.̵̡̢̭̣͉̺̏͛.̶̘̺̹̗̱̠̠̉͗̒͜͠ ̷̩̼̋͗͛̉̋̅̓̋̽̾̒̚̚W̴̢̟̫͉͍̪̊́͒͘͠h̶͇̄̀̾̎͊̊ō̶̢͉̬̖̤͎ ̶̛̞̫̻̺̰͍̯͈͕̘͙̘̤͛̇̽̃̉̅̊͑͆à̶̡̗̜͖͙̭̀̍́͒̇́̈̏͂̔̾͌̊ŗ̵̧̻̜̖̗̳̥̮͇̹͇̳̭͑̃̔̎͗͆̑e̴͈͕͙̿͗̌̑̽̓̿̅̎̾̕ͅ ̵̡̥̤̣̅̈͘͜ý̸̡̪͕͓̰̙̟̝̄̊̌̍̊̈́̊ò̸̝̦̰̖̗̗͚̖̟͉̫̲̋́̿̾̆͊̏̀̈́ͅú̶̧̢̬̥͖̪͙̌̑̏͘͝?̵͔̳͂͠

...

Ḋ̷̨̡̡̢̛͇̻̳̥̘̰͙̫̹͔̖̫̻͕̖̖͕̹͓̏́͒̓̇͝͝ì̵̧̡͚̯̫̦͖͙̪̖̤͇̞̗͓͖̙͇̭͙͙̉̊̐̋̏͗͠ͅͅd̵̡̢̬̰̟̟͍̹̞͉̯͎͉̹̠̜̗̿ ̴̯̭̭̯͎͍̘̗͖̤͚͍̼̺̹̺̒̾̾͛̀̇͗̈̏͘̚͜y̷̨̼̼͕͆͋̽̃̌͐͗͐̑͊̍͑̚ǫ̷̧̢̧͔̠̝̖̟̺͎͖̮͇̙̫̪̳̟̩̾͋́̐̀͆̌̑̎̽̉̊̑̄̎̏̊͘̕ű̸̖̙̳̗͔̰̭̰̞͖̼̗͔̖̯͋ͅ ̷̧̟̯̘͉̖̬̬̙̬̻̺̘͖̪͗̈̌̌͛̈́͒̂̉̊̽͗̅̐͛͆͊̇̄͘̚̕͝͝ͅļ̴̡̪̜͈̠̻̱͍͖͇̺̣̞̼̱͉̥̺̫͐̈́̓̍̔̅̀͐́̂͌̔é̸̡̘͔̦̼̬̣͕͔̳̳̼͙͉̻̮͚̗̭̖͚̙̉́̃͜ͅạ̸̱̣͍͂́͛̽̓͗̏̽̅͗̚̕ͅv̸̢͕͈̼͙̩͉̺́̄̔́̏̾ḙ̴̡̧̱͍͔̠̥̫̯̬̮̱̯̼̥̠͓̖̬̬̺̐̏͌̅̑͆̆̔̈͐͋͌͑͘͘͠͠ ̴̩̜̈̄́̔̒͌͂̐̀̑m̴̧̨͖̯̳̲͍̱͔̙̩͑̃̔͌͋̈́̅̄͋̈́͆͐͐̾̋̋́̾̐̄͠e̸̡̛̦̞͉̭̥͉̺͉̝̭̗̱̼̬̺̰͙̥̫̺̟̖̍̓̂̿͑͂̋͆̃̆͆͌̌̀̇́̏͒̃̓̒͠͠?̵̨̩̙͙̗͇͓̞͔͖͍͔̺̓̃̏͜͜͝ͅ

W-

W̴̢̡̛̰̘̟̩̣̝̗̗̙̻̫͍̩̱͇̻̙̖͙̯̙̘͉̤̦͚̹͚̲͎͍̙̄̓̔̆́͛͗̈͛̒̈́̈̉̈̂͛́̀̓́͐̋̆͛͑̓̄̐̾́̃̇̐̓̇͗͘͘̕ͅỉ̵̡͚̳̳̣̤̱͎̹̟̳͎̟͐̀̔̇͛̒̈́͆̒̌̎͂̂̃̋͗̈̄̍̓̅͒͋̓̽͊̑̕͘l̴̢̨̧̡̨̧̧̨̡̡̧̢̗̪̲̘͎̥̟̫̬̝̗̱̬̪̖̦͓̦̳͖̗̱͔̞͕̜͓̲̘̜͖̱̈́̿̓͗̉̅͋̑͆̈́̍̇̈́̆̓̈́́́̃̋̿̓̓̓̓̀̌̆̃͆͐͂̾̒̾͋̔͗͌̑͐̕͜͝͝ͅb̴̡̛͍̌͒̇̈̈̎̅͛̍̒̄̂̈́̄͌̆͋̉̋̐̒̄͆͌̄́̾͐̀͆̋͊͘̕̚̚̚͝͝u̵̡̧̢̢̢̺̪͍̰̗͈̤̩̯͉̗̰̮̜̩̯̬̼̼̯͍̼̪͓̳̲̣͈͇̝̝̦͓̯̳̮̬̺̟̭̙͚̞̘͒́̈́̒̃̆͗̿͛̀͂̾̄́͘̕͘͠ͅr̷̡̡̛͓̼͖̲̻͓̻̙̝̹̹̯͍̮͓̪̼̖̤̟̲͚͖̣̙̠̼͍͚͙̪͇͙̭̪̗͚͓̗̯̺̯̞͙͚̱̞̋̓̏̌̈́͊̅͂͛̌͊̃͗̈́͛́́͋͛̽̀́͛͆̀̕͠ͅ?̷̯̗̬̘̲͇͗̎̂́̂̃͑͊̐́̌͊̓̆̍́̍͋̎̏̚͜͝͠͠ ̵̡̡̡̧̛̛͚͖̘̞̫̜̬͙̠͔̘͍͍̩͈̹͎̟̩͈̱͚̦͖̤̹̪̳̺̱͚͙̯̠͕͍̖̲̦͚̥̥̓́̈́̈́̌͊͋̿̂̆͊̐͂͆̒̔̊̌̍͂̂̿̾́̑̀͋̏̅̾̇̀͒͆͊̂̈́͝ͅI̷̡̨͔͉͉͈̣̗̙̫̯͇̥̳̠̱̟̤͙̖̯͍̺̠͕̝͙͎̘͑͊͊͒̋̇́͌̾̚͠ͅͅş̵̧̧̡̲͉͙͙͓͖͔̖͚̦͚̭͎̱͎͇͎̬̘̤̼̲̥͙̗̟̣͙̼͕̗̝̣̬̫̒͊͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̢̟͔͎̮͈͔̫̯̳̹̱̘̖̹̜͕̗̘̣̯̿̐͋̈́̋͂̈́̔̓͂͑̓͊͛̚͘͝͝ͅť̴̡̢̛̰̗̮͕̪̤͉͉̬̱̹̹̟͍̥̗̤̩̳̠̖̬͕̦͈͖̻̗̯̹̖̗͓̗̝͉̮̫͎̠̞͙̦̫̄̆̏̒̑̀͐̂͛̓̄̋̿̆̀̔̈̔̀͌͆̃̆͊̇̋̉̔͘͜͝͝h̶̢̡̛͔͖̻͚̞̗̰̳̗̞̻̻̙̖̗̹̯͉̫̗̗͉̠͉̲͙̖͖̮͔̅̃͆͆̊͐̽͋̾̍̎͐̿͌́͗̋͛͋̃̾̾̅̂̈́̿͛͆̀̔̊͑̎͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͠͠͝ͅͅͅå̴̢̨̹̫̪̳̻̞̫͈̳̘͖͔͙̹͕͙̺͖̬̲̳̲̰̗̟͔̤͕̜̜̟̣͙̟̭̮͙̠̜̂͊̌̑̾͌̂͆̍͆͘͜͝ṫ̸̡̩̫̠̠̪̺͖̞͓͚͙̦͖̩̟͚͕̜͙̩͎̼̫͔͓̯̖̪̬̗̯͉̤͇̫̥̩͓̄̃͂̓̂͂͑̓̆́̈́͑̐̓͐̈́̀̋̆̂̉̆͗̔̍̽͘̚͠ͅ.̷̨̡̛̛͓̮͙͇̘̱̩͕̫͓͙͍̩͕̰̝̹̠͍̗̼̞͙̤̪̝̫̙͖̱̬̤͚͙̺̖̮̜̘̋́̈́͛̓̊̑͒̃̇͆̽̒̇͋̒̈́̉̋̆̀̊͋͑̍̔̅͛͊̂̐͋͆̓͂̓͌̏̈́̽̚̕̕͝͝͝ͅ.̷̡̡̨̨̧̛̛͖̜̗̰̻̭̹̠̹̣̟̰͕̫̪͙̘̤̻̠̪̝͎̬̲̜̖̺̩͉̠̳͉̯̭̗͖̦͖̠̦͉̂͂̅̎͗̌͒̑̓̓̂̅̋͒̓̀̽͂̈́͊̂͑̿͘̕͝͠.̴̡̧̧̞͈̹̩͖̫̭̩̦̞̤͇̻̗̤̪̾͊̍̚͜͝͝Ŷ̷̢̛̛̩̗̫̦͇̩̣͈͈̱͚͈͈̭͉̞̲̖͔̰̻͇͚͆͛̓̋̆̃̅͆̊̌͛̎͊͒͌̈̓͊̂͐͋̈́́́͒̎̾͌͋̿̆̈́͝͝ǫ̵̥̻̤̣͚̤̹̹̭̼̱̞̣̦̞͉̳̼͖̰̱̯͕̟͊͒͑̋͛̈́́͑̂̔̔̈́̋̇́̓̒̂̅̃̃̊͊́̈̍́͒̊̿͘͘͝͝͝͠ư̸̧̢̧̰̱̹̣̫̮͚̩̙͎̬̞̪̳̤͉̺̪̙̣͔̦̲̩̟̩͓̫̦̟̻͔̊͌̋̑͒̅̎͆̃̎̎̈́̔̅͗́̍̍͑͆̂̍̐̊͌͑̉̉͑̉̑͋̌̕̕͘͝͝͝ͅ?̷̢̧̧̥̺͖̩͙̺̬̘̗͎̣͔̖̙̜̺̙̙͐̓̊͐̿̍͊̅͂̊͑̅̐̾̇͐̄̇̈́̄̔̔̊͒̔̔͗̕͜

But the little voice was gone. Vanished. Panicking, Tommy stood up. 

The voice- whoever it was- had told him to leave. And he trusted the voice. 

...

Why? Why did he trust the strange voice in his mind?

He didn't know. So he did the only thing on his mind: Run.

He ran for the wooden wall. Dream had neglected to replace it for years after being certain that Tommy would be cooperative, so the wood was rotting and old. That was a mistake. Tommy assumed, If the wood is rotting, I can just run at the wall and I'll be out. That was also a mistake.

He ran at the wall, darkness clouding the outsides of his vision from getting up too fast. And then he slammed into the hard spruce which decidedly did not break.

But it did splinter.

So Tommy picked himself up and threw himself at it, ignoring the ringing noise echoing in his ears. And the wood broke a bit more. But the sound echoed throughout the camp and Dream heard.

Tommy knew Dream heard. But he wasn't about to give up-not when he was this close! So he ran at the wall again, spots forming in his vision. And Dream was running through the snow, boots making crunch-crunch-crunch sounds as he sprinted. And Tommy broke through the wall. And he ran.

Well...

He tried to run. But he was so dizzy he nearly passed out...But he tried. And he was running. And he was falling...What?

He had tripped on a rock, a stray rock that broke through the snow, and he landed in a heap under some bushes at the bottom of a hill. And he heard footsteps, far back at the top of the snowy hill. And they were getting closer...

And closer...

And closer...

And farther...

And then Dream had run past Tommy's hiding place. Tommy held his breath and squeezed his eyes closed, scared that Dream would find him...That he'd be back. That he'd take Tommy back.

Barely a minute later, the voice came back...

Tommy... You have to run.

Don't let him take you.

Run away from here.

And, like said before, Tommy trusted the voice. And he ran. It didn't matter that his head was spinning, or that his vision was going black. He had to run or Dream would find him.

...

Run where?

He didn't know. He was alone, except for this voice.

Alone.

Sooo that was part 1! It took me way too long to put out, but whatever lol

I hope you enjoyed it :) Sorry it's a lil short.

Part 2 coming sometime in the future 😄 

-ITCFWI

(P.S. Love y'all!!!)