Dream: GIVE ME THE DISCS, OR HE DIES. Tommy: M-MANIAC! Wilbur: Tommy! Calm. Dream. Let him go! Dream:Nah. (Presses the axe's blade harder in your back)

You start thinking.How did you got here? You were dream's puppet and you were supposed to steal Tommy's discs and kill anyone that tries to stop you. You couldn't. And then Wilbur and Tommy took care of you and protected you from Dream. (You feel the blade sliding into your chest. So that's it? It can't be all. No. It won't be all.)