(The idea for this was come up with by my friend on Hermittpad, ponygirlgamer. All credit goes to them.)

-Tommy's POV-

I looked at Dream in disbelief, a hand to my bleeding nose. Had he really just punched me..? I knew I wasn't invincible, but I hadn't expected that. He struck again, and I shakily dodged, still a bit surprised, but not enough so to let him pummel me while I processed it. "Dream, what the fuck?! Get the fuck away from me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled, backing up. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was smiling. "Well, Tommy.. You're annoying, and I figure I'm done with you now, so I'm going to kill you." I blinked, spluttering over my words. "Shit man- No, fuck fuck fuck- Get the fuck away, fuck you! You can't fucking do that you piece of shit!" He advanced towards me, ignoring my blabbering. "But I can, and there's nobody here to help you, soI can do it."

I growled, punching in the numbers to Philza's contact as I ran away from Dream, the other hot on my tail. "Hello, this is Philza Minecraft, how can I-" I didn't let him finish. "PHIL, DREAM IS TRYING TO MURDER ME AND I NEED YOUR HELP!!" There was silence for about two seconds, and then- "I'll be right there." I breathed a sigh of relief, hanging up, and narrowly avoiding an arrow from Dream as I circled back towards Logstedshire, panting. Behind me, I could hear Dream yelling taunts and threats, such as, "You can't outrun me!" And, "Nobody will save you now!" I turned my head to face him, and yelled back that he was wrong.

He only ran faster, and I turned my head back around, before slamming face-first into a low-hanging tree branch. I feel over, feeling more blood stream down my face, and backed up blindly, vision red from all the blood. I could hear Dream laugh almost insanely, and waited for him to strike, but I didn't feel anything. Opening my eyes, and wiping as much of the blood away as I could, I hazily made out the tall figure of Philza, reprimanding Dream with a harsh tone to his voice. I was shocked, not expecting that. I closed my eyes, it hurting too much to keep them open, and the next thing I knew, I was in an unfamiliar place, Technoblade by my side with a healing potion in hand.

I sat up, coughing briefly, and looked over at Technoblade warily. "Where are we, and what are you doing?" He grinned, red eyes glinting with an untraceable emotion beneath his pig-skull helmet. He had new injuries on his arms, most likely from a fight. "This is my my house, and you're staying in it until you heal, to some protests." I smirked, before sighing. "Okay. What happened to Phil-" Just then, Ghostbur burst in, panting, and exclaimed that Philza and Dream were gonna duke it out over some sort of deal involving Dream being a "corrupted bitch". Not far off the mark in description, but not good. I got up, rushing after him and Techno, who had dashed after him as soon as he said so, grabbing his axe and some armor.

Outside, I saw Dream and Phil in a makeshift mud arena, preparing weapons. Both looked just as pissed as the other, and I wondered what had happened. Ranboo was there, as well as Tubbo, Quackity, Niki, Eret, Fundy, and a few others, presumably there to watch it go down. Techno walked over to Ranboo, discussing something with him, and left me and Ghostbur together to wonder what would happen. Technoblade not long after left Rambo's side, and the younger called the rules to the fight, as well as the conditions. As he stated it, Philza winning would mean that Dream had to leave everyone alone and stop terrorizing them. If Dream won, Philza might possibly become a ghost, and Dream would be able to continue doing whatever he wanted without consequences. Then, it began. I watched as Phil and Dream clashes against each other, weapons screeching.

Dream was using an axe, and Philza a sword, meaning Dream had the upper hand in terms of damage. I continued to watch apprehensively as they sliced, blocked, and landed a few hits each, both looking quite battered after the first ten to twenty minutes, and took a small break to heal, before going at it again. I could hear a few of the others cheering each person on, the majority shouting for Philza to win. I honestly just wanted it to be over with, the suspense of it all was killing me. Then, just as it looked like Dream would win- Philza stuck Dream in the chest, and the message Dream was killed by Ph1LzA. I stared at the sentence in complete and utter shock, my ears ringing, before it all clicked, and I cheered along with the others. Phil had won.

Speaking of Phil... He didn't look too hot. Barely clinging to his sword hilt to stay standing, he was bruised and cut all over, blood mixing into his hair, but he was smiling through the pain, despite how much it obviously hurt. I think he was just happy he had won, and that Dream couldn't terrorize anyone anymore. At that moment, Techno slid down into the hole, congratulating Phil for winning, and handing him a healing pot. Me and Ghostbur exchanged a look, before shrugging, and sliding down after them, hugging Phil happily. We knew that life would still be pretty shitty after the whole ordeal, but did we care? No.

I heard someone else— Probably Quackity— Suggest we head back to one of their houses to celebrate the victory, and many of the others heartily agreed. I was about to agree with them, and join them in their festivities, before A, remembering I wasn't allowed at any of their houses because of my exile, and B, thinking that Phil probably wanted to rest, and that I should stay with him, Techno, and Ghostbur. As we— And by 'we', I mean mostly me and a little bit of Techno— helped Phil out of the pit, Ghostbur behind us, I saw Fundy headed towards us, a jovial look on his fox-like face. "Guys, Quackity said we're gonna have the afterparty in Logstedshire so that everyone can celebrate together, come on!" He said, grinning. Me, Phil, Techno, and Ghostbur looked between each other, before smiling. "Sounds great, mr. furry." "Wha- HeY-" A small bout of laughter spread through our small group as we made our way  over to my small camp, feeling a great night successful and happy. The day had went from shit to amazing in only hours, and I think we were all relieved for a break.