Chapter 8

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POV: Dream

"I.......I can't...." 

I freeze. "W-what?....."

"I'm sorry, Dream,"

"No your not......Tommy! P-please- you can't tell!"

"Dream its for your own good,"

I look away, tears ran down my cheeks and onto my sweater. It was an awful feeling, knowing my serects will be revealed. I had been able to keep them for so long. Though all the wars, and manhunts, and little fights.

And now all that is going down the drain. 

"Dream........please, listen,-" Tommy pleads.

"No. G-good away...." I tell him. "P-please..."

Tommy nods and steps up. He finally leaves. I felt bad speaking to him, even though he was trying to help me. I just couldn't deal with it all at once. It was too much.

POV: Tommyinnit 

I walked away, leaving him. Right before I stepped though the portal, I looked back at the younger boy. He had tears running down his face, and looked totally broke. I felt guilt, but I knew I should do this for his own good. 

---Later---

"Why'd you call your a meeting?" Sam asked.

"And WHY THE WHOPE SEVER?! EVEN TECHNOBLADE?!?!" Quackity shouted.

"I didn't want to be here," Techno defended, rolling his eyes. (🙄💅)

"Shut up, everyone! This is important!" I shout.

"What's wrong, Tommy?" Tubbo asked.

"It's about Dream," I nervously said.

Everyone stares at me, quiet.

"What happened? Did he get out of exile?!" Gegore asked.

"Exile?!" Techno asked.

"EVERYONE LET TOMMY EXPLAIN!" Tubbo yells, making everyone quiet.

"Thank you, Tubs," I said. "I have 2 things to tell you."

"Fristly, Dream is part enderman," I said.

Everyone gasps, and Ranboo looked the most surpised. I let everyone take it in.

"What's the other thing? It can't be more shocking than that," Sapnap asks.

Everyone nodded.

I snort and roll my eyes. "No. This is more shocking."

"Oh," Sapnap whispered, leaving everyone else nervous.

"Drezm also lied about his age. He's 14," I tell them.

"WHAT?!?!?!" Everyone gasps. 



















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I listened to mAtErIaL gIrL while writing this. No regrets. 

And I'm out. Bye guys.


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