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Dream was confused.
This kid was just....weird. Why was he so....annoying but....complacent?
He’d gotten the kid to crack- or at least....that’s what he thought but.....
Then why was the kid fine with it?
Why did the kid not care that he was being manipulated?
Why didn’t he scream or cry or crumple to the ground in despair?
Why was he.....smiling?
It was almost disturbing.
Almost.
Dream sighed.
“I’m not your friend Tommy. I told you already. They don’t care about you and I don’t want to keep babysitting you anymore.”
There. That should make the kid go away.
But....
He didn’t.
“I don’t mind. A fake friend is better than no friends. Besides, I already knew that they didn’t care, if I’m such a bother, you can go, I’ll be fine. I won’t set things on fire again, I promise.”
He didn’t trust that kid. Not a bit. Tommy sounded too eager, like he was hiding something again and wanted him to leave.
“That’s not the issue here Tommy. I don’t believe you. You broke my trust again. I don’t see any reason for me to stick around anyways, it would be easier to just kill you at this point. You keep causing trouble!”
Now that got a reaction from the kid, Dream noticed the kid’s grey- (hadn’t they been blue?)- eyes blink and stare at him.
“Then do it.”
Wait. WHAT?
Dream coughed, surprised and confused.
Did he hear that right? Was he hallucinating or something? Did the kid just say that?
“You heard me. I said, do it. If I’m such a bother, just get rid of me. It’s not like anyone’s gonna miss me anyways.”
Dream blinked.
“I- w-what?”
The boy sighed, as if Dream was taking up his time or something. Brat.
“Listen, it’s not like you’ve hidden it well, I know about your little.... ‘problem’ I know you want to kill me, so. Just. Do. It.”
Dream gaped.
How had this kid figured it out? No one else had known- not even his closest friends! He wasn’t sure how the 16 year old had found out, but.....
He’d been around the kid for months now, the only real contact they’d had.....oh. Of course the kid would have picked it up. He’d been far too lenient for too long.
After all, the kid had just offered.....
Not like anyone could blame him, after all, Philza wasn't hunted down by anyone when he drove his sword through Wilbur on the 16th.
Dream darted forward, pushing the diamond sword into the brat's flesh, relishing the hitch of breath that escaped Tommy.