Deception

{Chapter 6}

A/N: Thank you for all the comments! Also I just ate a whole bar of chocolate.

"So you just fired everybody?"

"Retrenched," Phil corrected. "We can't trust anyone now."

Wilbur sniffed. "Nikki...."

Phil sighed. "Sorry, Will. It's better to be safe than sorry. When all this is done, you can go see her again, okay?"

Everything just seemed to grow worse every second. Wilbur found out that there was a mole in the castle, someone aiding Maurice, someone betraying them. For the sake of security, they had to fire all the workers in the castle, chefs, maids, everyone, which Wilbur was not happy about.

Dream looked at everyone's worried faces and started to think if what Techno said was true, if he was really the cause of everything. A wave of guilt washed over him.

He stole a glance at the man who yelled at him earlier. The prince just focused on the leg of the table. He looked up for a split second and immediately turned to the other direction, refusing to meet his eyes.

George and Sapnap. He brought them into this mess. Man, he was a terrible friend. 

Tommy and Tubbo. They were children. Dream gulped. They were children, yet they were here, seated around a table having a serious discussion about a man who wants them killed. 

God, he felt really bad about it. He should have just never been a thief. Afterall, its that that led him here. If he had just got an actual job, if he worked hard, it would have been okay. 

Then again, why the hell would Technoblade go around with pockets full of gold, that man was at fault too. 

To make it worse, Dream remembered that the zit on his nose was still there. It's good that he wore a mask all the time. 

"But it has to be him," Wilbur whispered.

Phil sighed. "Calm down, Wilbur, there could be hundreds of Maurices with brown hair and blue eyes."

Wilbur stopped. "Wait! Dream, did he have a tattoo?"

Dream pondered. "I..." he tried his best to search through his mind for that memory. He let out a sigh of defeat. "I can't remember. Can't you like, read my mind?"

Wilbur frowned. "Read ones mind, yes. But looking at ones memories? No. Well yes, but it's difficult."

"Can't you just remember?" Techno cocked his head to the side.

Dream felt his blood rise to his face. "No. It's hard for me to remember."

"Okay, how about we do this," Tommy sat forward. "I'll list a bunch of random tattoo designs that come to my mind, and you tell me yes or no. Okay?"

"Okay,"

"Rose,"

"No,"

"Heart,"

"No,"

"Broken heart?"

"No,"

"Umbrella," (umbrella academy intensifies)

"No,"

"A name,"

"No,"

"A tree,"

"No,"

"A cloud,"

"No,"

"A sun or moon,"