The wind lashed around the dry, unkept field as rain poured down onto Dream’s shoulders, effectively soaking his forest-green cloak. Dream’s fingers slide over the sleek leather of his netherite axe, idly swinging it by his side as he approaches the tent that Tommy resides in. A crooked grin tugs at his lips behind his infamous smile mask, and he uses the hilt of the axe to provide him an entrance to the tent.

Ducking into the tethered abode, he immediately recognized Tommy’s sunken, tired figure. He found a sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing the boy so weak, so much at his mercy. All for him to play with, no strings attached and no risk of repercussions. Dream’s grin widens, brows furrowing with a light chuckle. He tucks the axe underneath the boys chin, tilting his disheveled, tear-stained face to meet his mask. Dream clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Where’s that feisty, annoying teen gone? Have I finally broken your spirit, Tommy?”

Dream smirked, thunder crackling behind him. The only light within the tent was a dim lantern flickering with licking flames. Occasionally, lightning would brighten up the space.

“Has it finally set in that I’m your only hope, your /only/ friend?”