Dream froze, his head whipping towards the door of the warehouse that Tommy couldn’t see from his point of view, but had heard Dream and 404 going in and out of all the same.

Tommy’s heart began to beat faster.

Dream whipped his head to 404, who was on his feet in a flash. Holding up one finger, Dream pointed to Tommy, and 404 nodded as he took his place next to Tommy’s chair. Tommy gulped when he noticed the knife in 404’s hand, and took a shaky breath as Dream walked around the corner towards the door.

Tommy heard the door to the warehouse squeak open. Then, Dream spoke.

“Flame? What are you doing here?!”

Before Dream could respond, Tommy opened his mouth.

“HELP!” He screamed as loud as he could. “HELP ME! I'M IN HE-”

Tommy was cut off by 404’s hand slapping over his mouth. Still, he was a second too late. Tommy’s voice had been heard.

“What the fuck was that?!” Flame demanded, and Tommy heard pounding footsteps echo through the warehouse.

“Flame, seriously, you don’t want-”

“NO! Dream, you don’t get to fucking hide shit from me, not when it sounds like you have a goddamn-”

Flame argued with Dream and Tommy noticed a flash of another cape, confused but it was gone before he could see it.

Tommy watched as Flame dug into his pocket, meeting Dream’s mask with an eerily calm expression as he pulled out his phone.

“What are you gonna do? Call the Hero Committee? You know they’re just gonna make me let him go and pay the kid off so he doesn’t tell anyone,” Dream said, and Tommy could hear his cocky smirk.

“No, I know reporting this to the Committee would be useless,” Flame responded, tapping a few buttons on his phone. Then, he pointed the phone in Tommy’s direction. “But I could take a picture right now and send it to every news station in the city.”

“I know you, and I can tell that you’re bluffing. You wouldn’t actually send this to the media because you know what would happen to both of us.”

Flame glared at him, the picture still sitting there. Then, {{user}}, another hero revealed themselves.