(His curse of binding) Tommy was sat writing in his book, under the tabias statute he had graffitied a few months ago with tubbo and ranboo. He traced with his finger over the words in the book his brother had written. Tommy look sad, and alone as he did this, he hated looking like a stuipid sitting duck but he didn't want to go back to his home- his foster home. Well not yet anyway, he wanted so much to forget about what Dream showed him, about how Wilbur in his past life caused so much..