DSMP Oneshots

Ruins of Time

// Have a short story for today! Thank you all so much for the stars & views, I never thought I'd gain such an audience. <3 Remember you can always leave comments, I love reading them and responding!! :) \\

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Tommy stood staring at the ruins of what was L'Manburg. It was now destroyed, bombs had brought it down to bedrock. His heart was thumping dully, his mind blank. He had done so much for this country, and it was gone.

Has it always been this easy for a country to be crumpled to nothing?

"Tommy," a gloved hand made its way to the boy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. Maybe it was meant to be an action of kindness, or sympathy, but it felt devoid of such intent.

"Dream," the blonde spat out. The crackle of fire could be heard below as the man sat beside Tommy.

"Was it worth it?" There's not much context, but Tommy knows what the masked man means.

"I'm not sure." They exchange words as if they fought for this country together.

"I don't think it was," Dream chuckles.

"You don't know what it was for," Tommy pauses, "L'Manburg, that is."

"Oh yeah?" Dream nudges him gently, "Tell me then."

"L'Manburg was a nation made for independence. It symbolized freedom and pride, and strength I suppose. Maybe Wilbur just made it to make D-," Tommy immediately cleared his throat, causing Dream to temporarily quirk an eyebrow, "Make Phil proud. But I felt so much more towards it. Every little interaction fueled the passion I fought for this country with. Every argument, just to sit on those walls and make flower crowns again. Every book, just to sit by a campfire and laugh again. Every war, just to be free again. You guys didn't fight for anything, did you?"

When Dream didn't reply, Tommy continued.

"On the other hand, you guys fought for chaos and fun. Every bomb, just to hurt. Every war, just to kill. Every betrayal, just to crush our hearts and have us bleed red for love, white for purity, and blue for freedom. You felt the need to take everything from us. Why?"

Dream hummed, "Chaos. You said it yourself. That's the only thing I strive for."

"You know that's not true," Tommy glanced to the man, surprised to see a freckled face looking back and not that threatening porcelain mask.

"Guess I couldn't fool you with that," the man chuckled, turning away, "You want me to be honest?"

Tommy nodded and looked back to the crater that was once his home.

"I want one big happy family. I want everyone to be united in peace, in one country."

"Right. How do you plan to do that when you've abandoned everything you love to feel numb just for power?"

Dream felt a metaphorical spear pierce his heart.

"What?" the man breathed out, turning to the boy, who was still looking down at the crater, legs swinging idly.

"You told me yourself that you don't care about anything except those discs," Dream kept note of how Tommy said 'those discs' and not 'my discs', "Sapnap came running to me that same day asking if you meant it. He wanted to know if you cared about him and George too. I honestly don't know how they still think you do. You've abandoned them both just to ruin some kid's dreams."

Dream stared at Tommy in disbelief.

"The most disappointing part is you know it's true."

"Tommy you can't just pin this on me," Dream suddenly stood, grabbing his mask, brows furrowed as he tried to compose himself, "You're the cause of the server's problems. Every war has started with you, every enemy you've made is your fault, and they all hate you."