Dream oneshots

I would care for him.

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Tommy and Dream are in prison at this point in time. 

*MENTIONS OF ABUSE*

POV: Tommyinnit

One minute, everything was going fine. I mean, besides the fact I'm stuck in here with DREAM. Thankfully, he left me alone, sometimes, and I fell asleep. But what do I see when I wake up? 

A child. 

So, I was peacefully sleeping, when I heard what seemed like a child say: "S-Sir?" And they shoke me. 

"The fuck?" I yelp. 

The kid had dirty blonde hair, with horns and goat horns and tail. He looked like a mini Tubbo, but with blonde hair. He had green eyes and freckles. 

"S-Sir? Where am I? W-who are you? Am I in trouble?" He asks, tears I the conner of his eyes. 

"I'm Tommy.....who the fuck are you?!" I said.

"Clay....." He said.

I look around the prison, noting that Dreams gone. I stand up, leaving the kid. This was more important. I looked around for any clues for where Dream was, then I found a note.

'Dear Tommy and whoever it concerns,

There was a glitch in the system, causing Dream to turn into a child. Please treat him good, we will have the glitch fixed by tomorrow.

-XD'

I stared at the kid. Was this really Dream? The big bad villian, a small innocent and fragile kid?

"Can I call you Tommy?" He asks. 

I nodded and walked over to Dream.

"So....you're Clay, huh?" I ask. 

"Yeah.....where am I?" 

".......this is in the future, right now, you were put into prison. A glitch happened, so you turned into a kid. I am not a villain, while visiting a glitch happened, making me stuck in here," I explained, not wanting to lie to him.

"P-Prison?!" His eyes widen. "What about my brother? What about-"

"Who's your brother?"

"T-Tubbo...."

"....." I looked at him, studying.

He does look like Tubbo, now that I think about it. The one thing that was off was that he had several cuts. Some fresh, other looked like ones form a long time ago. Now, this could mean nothing, but it makes me suspicious.

"Why do you have so much cuts?" I asked.

He freezes and stares at me, raising my suspension. He takes a hand and traces a cut on his face, blood on his cheek.

"Nothing.....I'm okay......" He wispers.

"I'm not stupid," I tell him. I bring him over and sit him down. "You can tell me."

"My f-father hurts me, a-and I protect Tubbo f-from it.....it really h-hurts!" He says, tears flowing down his cheeks.

I bring him into my lap, and pull close, watching the poor kid cry. I rub circles on his back, comforting him. Maybe I don't want the old Drezm back. I want to give him a happy childhood, like he should of have. I would raise him to be a kind and caring adult. I'd raise him with love and care, and like he's my own.

I would care for him.

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