“oh fuck”

That wasn’t his voice. There was a mirror standing by one of the walls, and Tommy didn’t give it another thought as he leapt towards it.

He immediately stumbled, there were scars along his arms, hands, he felt them stretching across every inch of his skin. Yet there was muscle and definition. Strength.

The Tommy he knew was gone and instead he saw Dream's body through emerald green eyes. They stared back at him with horror and Tommy almost laughed at how ridiculous it looked.