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When had it gotten this bad? That’s the question of the hour. After reports came in of Tommy burning down George’s house (they didn’t blame Ranboo, good.), rumours started to spread throughout L’Manberg. Threats of exile, whispers of execution, so much spread through it made Tommy’s head spin. Before he realized, he had gotten an official letter from Tubbo that he’d be requested at the courthouse in two days’ time, to face punishment for his actions.
Before he had even known it, those two days passed fast, and here he was, in the courtroom, surrounded by faces he had come to known. He picked out Technoblade, Ranboo, Jack, and even Sam in the crowd known as the spectators. He watched helplessly as Tubbo and Quackity argued about his exile. His exile. His second fucking exile. Of everyone, why him?
“That’s it. It’s done. The decision of the exile of TommyInnit has been made. TommyInnit will be exiled from the nation of L’Manberg, effective immediately. Dream, can you show Tommy out?”
Tommy didn’t even see Dream in the crowd. The older man always had his way around crowds, and it was no exception here. He didn’t realize what was happening until he was in a boat, Dream steering.
The silence stretched somewhat uncomfortably, until Dream spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I’m sorry this had to happen to you.”
“It’s.. not your fault, really. It’s my own. I wanted to grief something, and I accidentally lit George’s house on fire. I even rebuilt it and shit. This shit has happened to me before, I’ve been stolen from, griefed, and had my house destroyed more times than i can count on two hands, and the one time I do anything , I get fucking exiled. ”
Dream hummed in acknowledgement.
“If you want, Tommy, we can build you a base here. I know this won’t be home for you, because L’Manberg’s your home and all, but the least you could have is a house here.”
Tommy nodded, and then remembered that Dream can’t see him.
“Yeah, I guess. You’ll help me, right?”
“I will. I can even visit you everyday, if that helps?”
Tommy smiled. Maybe, this would be nice. Not as nice as before, but certainly good. Hopefully not shitty.
He and Dream landed on a small peninsula. It was sandy and had a plains stretching across it, and it was a pretty good place to build, in Tommy’s opinion. Dream had tasked him with getting wood, which was the less hard option of the two, the other being acquiring stone, which Dream had left to do. Tommy was carrying his axe, so that made things significantly easier, and within 30 minutes, he had enough timber for a decently sized house. He replanted the saplings as he went, because the environment is a concern, bitch.
Tommy was clearing out a small area for a house when Dream came back with stone. Dream set the stone down and collapsed onto the ground. Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Dream, one of the best fighters and famed speedrunner, collapsed on the ground almost comically.
“You okay there, Big D?”
Dream only groaned in response, and rolled over to sit up. Tommy joined him, sitting on the grass and relaxing his aching muscles, which he had been actively ignoring. A few minutes passed, before Dream got up.
“We should probably build you a house, because if we sit around, night will fall and I don’t know if you know, but having your unfinished house being exploded by creepers every five minutes is undeniably annoying.”
Tommy nodded, moving to get up.
They had a crafting table, so they could craft whatever they needed. Tommy had build the basic framework of the house, and the floor, and Dream had done the fine details, and the roof. It looked pretty good, and it was two stories, so bonus for that. The two then set up two spare rooms downstairs, and Tommy’s room upstairs, moving on to the kitchen, living room and bathroom. They sat down on the new couch Dream had conjured up, and took a minute to relax.
“Tommy, I’m going to have to go home soon, will you be alright alone?”
It sounded like a worried mother and their kid, but Tommy found he didn’t really mind that.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, but before you leave, would you like to play Uno?” He asked, with a grin, holding up Uno cards.
They ended up in a tie, 2-2. Tommy demolished Dream in the first and fourth game, but Dream had his (temporary) redemption arc in the second and third games. They both had laughed, Tommy spitting out his water and almost passing out, and Dream’s kettle laugh ascending beyond humanly possible. Tommy’s got to ask what his lungs look like, because they shouldn’t be normal, for christ’s sake.
Time flied fast enough, that before Tommy knew it, he was in bed after a decent dinner. God, when was the last time he had a proper dinner? He didn’t think that Dream even knew how to cook, but boy , was he wrong. He slid down under the covers, grasping a pillow, and thought about what’s going to come next.
When he woke up the next day, it wasn’t to yells or explosions or bangs or anything loud, it was to the soft sunlight shining through the window, falling on his face. Tommy sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and turning towards the dresser, seeing new clothes folded on top of it. Dream. His mind thought, and he silently thanked the older man. He slid off his old clothes, tossing them into a corner, and pulled on the new ones, those being a plain white shirt, red hoodie and blue jeans, with a brown belt. He pulled on white socks and made his way downstairs, and noticed a lack of a green man, showing that Dream hadn’t showed up yet.
He shuffles into the kitchen, pulling out an uneaten sandwich from yesterday, and leaning on the counter. The front door creaks open, and Tommy turns around, to see Dream walking in. Dream waves, and turns to shut the door behind him.
“Good morning, Tommy. How’d you sleep?”
“Actually, I slept really well. One of the best sleeps I’ve ever had, Big Man.”
“That’s good.”
Dream shuffled into the kitchen, and started talking with Tommy about meaningless things as Tommy finished his sandwich.
“What should we do today?” Tommy questioned, searching his brain for something to do.
“Well, we could go mining, but that’s pretty boring and could be done another day. How about I teach you how to parkour through trees safely and quickly?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Tommy smiled, and walked over to where Dream was standing, and the two walked towards the door, exiting into the outside surrounding Tommy’s house.