It had been a couple days since you have been exiled by your best friend and president, Tubbo. Dream has been the only one who visited you. Dream has been making your life hell it seems like everyday you gain either a new bruise, scar or even a broken limb by Dream’s terrifying unreadable mood changes. You had gotten used to the routine of Dream visiting you. Chalking it down to the exact hour he usually comes. You had been hiding your weapons and armor stockpiling to one day kill Dream, but today Dream was early. You heard the sound of the nether portal opening and you panic trying to push your secret chest under your bed, jamming it until it hits the corner of the tent.