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In the beginning, things were empty - the world was empty. There were no houses, no towers where friends would gather and prepare for war. The world was a blank canvas of rivers and trees waiting to be touched by mankind.

Above this great new world, DreamXD sat, watching. He was from a foreign world, a world of gods. This new, foreign world was one of his own creations. He was a divine architect who was worshipped by civilization. He had chosen each and every aspect of this new world. He had selected each block, each biome, everything. He carved out deep valleys and ravines, shaped rivers and mountains, and now – his world was ready. He would not be residing there though, that was below him – besides he already had a home. Instead, he had designed this world for his human counterpart, his friend, Dream – the first, chosen mortal who would walk this world. 

Dream entered the world as soon as it was ready, looking around in awe. The grass below his feet was a brilliant green, one that mirrored his own skin. The sun hung in the sky, a bright light and the air hummed a tune as it sailed by seeming to whisper that this was just the beginning. Dream marveled at the world, slowly taking it in as he invited his first companion, George, to join him.

Mere moments after Dream had taken out his communicator and messaged George, he appeared his clout goggles taking up too much of his face and his blue shirt reflecting the lighting of the sky. Together, the two looked at each other and laughed at the emptiness of the world. This was theirs, their sweet delight. There was much to be done, houses needed to be built, and the land around them needed to be explored. With this thought in mind, the two began to grab materials, a collection of wood and stone that they transformed into tools which gleamed in the sunlight. 

“Y’know,” George suggested as he began to roast food over flickering fire, “We should beat the game.” 

Dream tilted his head at George’s comment. “Eventually,” he remarked, “But for now, let’s just enjoy the journey. Maybe we’ll finally build a house. We haven’t done that yet.” 

George adjusted his shirt as he took the food of the fire, placing it into his inventory, considering Dream’s response. “Fine,” he said before grinning. “But, I’m going to find diamonds first.” 

Dream merely smirked at this comment. Sure, he thought, sure George would. And so the two set off, working in rhythm together, mining cobblestone before discovering a few specs of iron near a lava pool. When George suggested they head to the Nether, Dream couldn’t help but hesitate. “We’re not speedruning, George,” he replied. “We can explore. There’s no rush.” Still, curiosity ate at him and eventually, it got the best of both of them. And so, as dawn rose on their first night, the two collected flint, combining it with their iron to make a flint and steel.

This tool allowed them to strike the Nether portal. With a roar, it lit up – violent, violet flames swirling, yanking the two into another unknown world. George, never one to be left out, stepped through first, dragging Dream with him. 

This world was different from the other one – the overworld. This world was full of fire, a combination of lava, red netherrack, and shimmering blocks. Dream couldn’t help but gasp at this world, pointing at one of the golden, glittering blocks. “Look! There’s gold here now!” 

George’s eyes widened as he joked to Dream, “We’re rich already!” 

Together the two mined golden nuggets and blocks, exploring the wasteland. They found a collection of strange yet interesting materials and eventually, after a while of towering above lava filled seas, a bastion appeared – a dark, ancient ruin filled with treasure and piglin brutes. 

“Let’s go inside,” George said eagerly.

Dream hesitated. “We’re not ready. We need more materials.” 

But it was too late – George was already climbing, he had started as soon as Dream began talking. Dream sighed, he knew this wouldn’t end well but he couldn’t let George go alone and so he followed. Inside, the two found and gathered gold, fought off brutes, and laughed as they were continuously killed only to respawn again, going back to keep looting. Each death told a story and served as a reason for the two to come together and rebuild their army of materials. 

Eventually, after dying a few too many times, Dream turned to George suggesting that maybe – just maybe – they should take a break from the bastion, staying in the overworld to get armor so they could come back stronger. George nodded along to this idea as the two descended into the caves of the overworld, mining a combination of iron and coal, splitting their resources before crafting a set of armor for each of them – a helmet, chestplate, leggings, and boots. 

When they returned to the Nether, they conquered the bastion at last, emerging with a full inventory and full hearts. These materials were enough for the two to decide it was time to expand their world, inviting their friend Sapnap to join them. Sapnap joined loud, competitive, and full of energy, working with the two to begin to create a home in the center of a huge lake that they overtook with blocks to construct farms and forests. The three worked together in harmony, laughing, arguing, and hunting together. 

It was not long after the three started to build their first house that they got their first pets. George was the first one to do so, finding a fish swimming in their lake which he named Beckerson. Sapnap soon followed George in this new mission, catching his own fish, Mars. And lastly, Dream, never one to be left out – especially amongst his friends, tamed a horse that he called Spirit. 

With their world growing, the three invited more friends – Callahan being the next one who helped them finish their great house, the first true building on the server that they called the Community House. Together, the four completed the work that Dream and George had started with Sapnap, adding the last few touches block by block until they had a great new home, a symbol of unity and collaboration. 

Soon, others came too: Ponk, Sam BadBoyHalo, and Alyssa. The once-empty world began to light up, filled with laughter and life.

What began as a simple server had become a community – a story of gods, mortals, and friends. And though they did not know it yet, this was only the beginning of the legend that would become the Dream SMP.

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While some came into the world peacefully, others did not. Some, like Dream, came into the world with quiet purpose. Others, like George, had entered with laughter and wonder. But Tommy Watson came with chaos. 

He did not walk into the world like others – he fell into it, like a spark striking dry world. Upon entering the world, he slammed into the ground, looking to the sky after brushing off his red and white shirt yelling out, “Oi! What was that for, mate?” 

After failing to get a response, he stood and began exploring – a whirl of red and white, the noise of a child amongst a land of builders and kings. Before long, he found the Community House, where Dream and George stood sorting their chests, surrounded by a collection of beds and tools – the quiet order of the early world.

Without hesitation, Tommy set one goal: annoy these two foreigners. And so, he set forth to complete his goal, pulling random items from chest, laughing at himself as he did so. His laughter disturbed Dream and George who turned in disbelief, taking in Tommy’s appearance, his raggedy shirt and teeth-filled grin. 

“Rule number one, Tommy” Dream said carefully after reading the boy’s nametag, “no stealing.”
George nodded along before interrupting, “And rule number two: no griefing.” 

But Tommy didn’t listen, how else could he annoy these two? Besides, this world was too new, too bright, too fun to worry about stupid rules. He stuffed a handful of supplies into his inventory, grinning like a joker who had just found his purpose. 

Instead of punishing this new SMP member, George whispered an idea to Dream – a trick, harmless but clever. Dream nodded, apprehensively as George placed a crafting table in the middle of the room.

“Come here, Tommy,” George said with a smirk, “Stand here.” 

Tommy obeyed, hopping onto the top of the table proudly only for the two – George and Dream – to begin laughing. Tommy stopped as the two began laughing, what business did someone with a name like Dream have to laugh at him? 

“I can’t believe you actually did that!” George gasped, nearly crying as he kept laughing, leaning onto Dream who was cackling too. 

Tommy froze, “What? What’s funny, bitch?” 

“It…It’s a joke. You’ll get it when you're older,” George managed to say between laughing.

Tommy’s grin fell. When you’re older. Everyone said that, his stupid deadbeat father Philza, his annoying brother Wilbur. The words hit harder than he expected. He wasn’t a child – not to himself, anyways. He had traveled the whole way to this SMP on his own so why couldn’t these people treat him like the adult he was. For that comment, he decided, George would be his first, but not last, enemy on the server. 

“Fine then,” he muttered, “I don’t like George.” 

George merely shook his hand, leaning off of Dream now, cleaning his armor. Fueled by his anger, Tommy couldn’t help but lash out, striking George, snatching his items before running off in triumph. His laughter echoed through the area until Dream appeared. 

Without a word, Dream took out his newest weapon – his crossbow that he decided definitely needed to be named ‘not penis.’ Silently, Dream loaded up an arrow and fired one shot that struck true, killing Tommy and sending him back to spawn. As Tommy respawned, his victory ended. Dream approached Tommy again, carrying George’s stolen items. “Follow me,” Dream said, his white mask blank and unreadable.

Tommy obeyed without much thought. Who could blame him? He was curious, alright? 

His curiosity soon ended as Dream took him to a building lined with chains and cells. 

“This,” Dream gestured around himself, “is where rulebreakers go. Jail.” 

Tommy’s eyes widened as he backed away, slowly leaving the building. “Wait– hold on– “

Dream merely rolled his eyes, grabbing his crossbow for the second time, firing it at Tommy who teleported back to the Community House, his pride had taken a beating but it hadn’t yet disappeared. He decided he could make peace, pulling out his communicator to call Dream. “Hey! Can we go kill the Ender Dragon together?”

Dream merely shook his head from where he stood on the other side of the server, “No.” 

Tommy hung up, rejection burning hotter than lava as George reentered the Community House beginning to armor up as he called Dream who ender pearled into the house, exchanging a glance of mock authority with George. “So, Tommy,” Dream smirked, “What do you say about going back to jail again?” 

Tommy’s shoulders fell, defeated but not broken before he began to follow the two.

“You’re being charged,” George said as they walked, “for attacking me and stealing my stuff.” 

Tommy rolled his eyes, scoffing, “Charged? What is this? SMP Law and Order?”

As the two tried to lock him up again, he made a break for it – sprinting down the path with Dream and George shouting after him. As they couldn’t trace him down, Dream and George came up with a better plan, banning Tommy and forcing him from the server before welcoming him back, greeting him as he fell into the world for the second time, “No griefing. No stealing. No slaying the Ender Dragon. Got it?” 

Tommy, on the ground after having been thrown into the world again, nodded before rushing off. For a while, he bid his time, waiting for the others to leave him alone. When the coast was clear, he returned – now alit with purpose, not rebellion. He built his first house – a hollowed-out hill along the main pathway – the Prime Path. It was a small house, uneven and noisy with life, but it was his. From there, he began thinking – he needed more in this world.

“Dream,” Tommy asked a few days later, “Can some of my friends join?” 

Dream hesitated, then nodded. And so, one by one, new names appeared across the sky: Tubbo, Tommy’s bright and loyal companion; Wilbur Soot, his own brother – a poet and future leader; Fundy, the fox-born builder; Purpled, a skilled fighter; and lastly, Punz, a quiet but strong associate of Dream’s. 

The world began to swell with voices and laughter; the hills and blocks of the land reflected this filled with plans, rivalries, and songs. 

Amongst these new pursuits, Tommy found his first and truest obsession – the music of this world. Hidden deep in the ground and chests across the land laid ancient relics: discs. Tommy spent days trying to collect them, working with Fundy to get these discs through a new method, by trapping skeletons and creepers, forcing them to turn on each other, dropping discs at their death. 

When at last, the two emerged, they each had several discs in their hands. Tommy lifted his two discs, Cat and Mellohi, watching the way they shimmered in the sunlight, grinning. “These,” he declared, “are mine.” 

Tommy did not yet know what these two spinning pieces of music would do to this world, sparking wars, alliances, and legends alike. For now, as the sun set on the server and laughter echoed in the hills, Tommy was content.

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The SMP was never quiet, not anymore. What began as laughter and teamwork turned into something else, something sharper – war. And at the heart of it stood Tommyinnit Watson. 

This specific war began mere days after the others arrived. Sapnap, one of Dream’s closest friends, approached Tommy, his voice low and edged with vengeance. 

“Tommy,” he muttered, “I need your help. Ponk and Alyssa…they burned my house down. Now…Now, I need revenge.” 

Tommy tilted his head; he was not Sapnap’s friend. In truth, he had hardly had a conversation with the fire-filled man without shouting. But something in Sapnap’s words caught his attention – the promise of chaos. 

“Revenge?” Tommy grinned. “Now that sounds fun.” 

And so, side by side, the two set out, blades shimmering with enchantments, as they crept through the darkness of the night. When they found Ponk and Alyssa, laughter turned to fire and the first true drops of blood fell upon the server’s soil. Ponk cried out as he fell, struck by Sapnap’s sword for the last time, his final words echoing, “Dream! Help!” 

Tommy and Sapnap exchanged a look, no way Dream would get involved in this. No way he had even heard Ponk’s words. And yet, Dream did and he descended upon the two like a storm threatening to let loose. After trekking across the server, Dream found Sapnap and Tommy, armor glinting as they stood amidst the wreckage of their battle. 

“Do you think you can just do whatever you want here?” Dream demanded, raising his crossbow. 

Tommy merely smirked. “What were those rules again? No stealing? No griefing? Bit late for that, mate.” 

Dream opened his mouth to reply but stopped as Sapnap launched himself forward, swinging his sword out towards Dream who quickly blocked the hit. In a flash, the three began fighting, Dream falling soon after – struck down by his own companions. As he fell, Tommy leaned forward collecting one item before Sapnap grabbed the rest: Dream’s crossbow. 

Tommy burst into laughter reading the name carved into it: ‘not penis.’

Dream reappeared, no laughter left in him as Tommy smirked at him stating, “This is mine now!”

Dream’s voice responded, voice as cold as iron, “Give. It. Back.”

Tommy only smirked, shaking his head as Tubbo arrived to join the fight, his eyes bright and his loyalty tied to Tommy. Together, the three descended upon Dream who had his own allies – Punz and Ponk. The six battled, racing through forests and over rivers. Upon winning the fight, Tubbo couldn’t help but frown, whispering to Tommy, “we’re destroying everything…” 

Tommy just shrugged, still holding Dream’s crossbow. “Worth it.” 

Tubbo looked down but failed to respond as Sapnap ran off before gasping and yelling, “Tommy! He has your discs!” 

Tommy froze. His discs were gone. Dream – of all people – had them. And so, he took off, running back to his house to check himself and sure enough he spotted Dream standing on a nearby hill, holding both discs, a small fire lit in front of himself. 

“Give me my things back,” Dream said calmly, the firelight reflecting off of his mask, “or I’ll burn them.” 

Tommy’s voice broke. “You wouldn’t.” 

Dream merely tilted his head at Tommy’s words. “Try me.” 

Tommy charged forward at this, desperate and full of rage. The battle was short as Dream killed him easily, reclaiming his crossbow, still missing the gear that Sapnap stole. When he respawned, Tommy called out to his two teammates, “We can’t give up! I need to get my discs back!” 

Dream merely grew colder as Ponk and Punz left him to face Tommy, Sapnap, and Tubbo on his own. “You’re acting like idiots,” he told the three. “I want an apology” 

Tommy refused, “No. You can have your stuff but you’re giving my discs back.” 

Dream’s reply was quiet and dangerous. “Then I’ll burn them myself.” 

After this, Dream left, leaving a warning in Tommy’s house: a reminder that he would always win. 

Tommy read it out loud, scoffing as he shouted, “Oh, come on, Dream. You’re obsessed with me. Clout-chasing, are we?” 

Dream glared as he walked through the woods, vanishing with the discs in hand, ready to hide them from Tommy. 

Later on, after the chaos had died down and Tommy had sat down, mourning his loss for the day, Sapnap barged into his house, yelling out “Tommy! I’ve got it! I’ve got Mellohi, your disc. But he’s coming, he’s following me. Help!” 

Tommy shot up from where he was sitting grabbing the disc from Sapnap who tossed it to him just as Dream raced into the house, his eyes alit with anger. Tommy ran, listening to the sudden sounds of swords clashing behind him. He ran through his house, entering the tunnel beneath it, carefully hiding the disc in a chest, deep within a set of granite. Just as he closed the lid, hid the chest, and ran in the other direction, Dream appeared, flames bursting nearby. 

“Give it back,” Dream hissed, “or I’ll burn Cat.” 

Tommy stared, horrified, looking at the lava pool separating him and Dream before looking back up, quickly taking note of something, the disc Dream was holding – the one he threatened to burn – was a fake. 

Tommy was startled at this realization, quickly noting that Dream would not and for some reason could not make himself burn Tommy’s real disc. And yet, Tommy knew Dream had it on his person. “Sapnap!” Tommy yelled. “Come help me! He’s down here.” 

Within minutes, Sapnap arrived, covered in armor, dragging Tubbo with him. Each of them help armed with bows and swords. 

“Get him! He can’t beat us all!” Tommy shouted. 

Dream’s eyes widened at this as he was ambushed in a chaotic blur of hits and arrows. He struck Tubbo several times before turning to run off. Tubbo quickly recovered from the blows, standing up from where he had fallen over during the fight to chase after Dream, landing one precise hit on him. With that hit, Dream fell. Silence filled the cavern, interrupted only by the quiet popping of lava. 

Tommy stepped forward, holding up the real Cat disc. “We did it,” he said softly, smiling at his companions. 

“Wait,” Tommy started, placing a jukebox down in the cave, “let’s listen, together.” 

Tommy, Sapnap, and Tubbo stood by the jukebox as the faint melody of Cat entered the cave, the soft, pixelized hum representing their victory – a short lived moment of peace. Tommy smiled as he hummed to the song, quietly removing it as it ended, placing it hidden with Mellohi. 

This moment of victory was all Tommy needed. Now, he thought watching as Tubbo left the cave leaving him alone with Sapnap, was the time to find a way to prevent Dream from taking them again. Before Tommy could ask for advice on how to do this, Sapnap moved. 

Without warning, he pulled his sword from his inventory, turning to Tommy and brought the blade down. 

Tommy gasped, his vision fading away as he prepared to respawn. Sapnap laughed weakly. “Dream hired me,” he said, his voice sounding oddly energetic. 

Tommy woke up, respawning as Dream appeared beside Sapnap, reclaiming his items that he had lost in the fight. “You traitor!” he yelled at Dream who had turned to attack Sapnap, realizing some of his items were missing. 

“Hey!” Sapnap shouted back, dropping the rest of Dream’s items – preventing himself from being attacked again – as he responded to Tommy’s accusation, “I was just joking. I didn’t realize he was still here. I was gonna give it all back to you. You really think I would betray you? ” 

Tommy met Sapnap’s eyes, quietly muttering, “Yes. I do.” 

In the next moment, Tommy mimicked Sapnap’s previous attack, bringing his own sword down. Sapnap fell. 

Tubbo re-entered the cave at this time, watching as Sapnap fell over. “Why are you always killing people?” he shouted to Tommy. 

Tommy opened his mouth, ready to reply when Dream cleared his throat, clad in full armor, bow in hand. He stared at Tommy for a long moment before putting his bow away, grabbing out a sword that he dropped at Tommy’s feet – a sword he had stolen early in the battle. 

“Dream redemption arc?” Tommy asked hopefully.

Dream shook his head, his eyes the color of a forest, “No. When I find your discs – and I will – I’ll burn them. Even if it takes forever.”

The words hung heavy. Tommy’s throat felt dry. The lava popped beside them as the last notes of Cat stuck out in his memory. 

The first war was over, a battle over music, pride, and twisted friendship – not power. After hearing Dream’s words, Tommy knew Dream would never stop hunting his discs. And Dream knew Tommy would never let him – not while he was alive at least.

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Dream couldn’t believe it. He needed revenge on Tommy. Who did that kid think he was? Calling him a clout chaser – pathetic? Dream would show him who was in charge, even if he had to tear apart the server to prove it. 

And so, he began. 

He wasn’t lying when he told Tommy that he would search for the discs. It shouldn’t have been a surprise the lengths he was going through to do so, destroying pathways, breaking the ground beside animal pens, and wrecking Tommy’s god-awful house. With each swing of his pickaxe, the outer walls of Tommy’s house collapsed leaving behind a collection of rubble and dust. Dream grinned at the chaos he was causing, digging deeper into the hillside. Soon enough, his search ended as he uncovered a small, hidden chest. 

“Finally,” Dream whispered, pulling the discs from the chest, clutching them in his arms, “Finally.” 

Hours later, after a temporary leave from the SMP, Tommy returned. He had so many things to do, to work on, and yet that all fell away the moment he saw what had become of his home. Dirt was scattered, chests were broken, items covered the once clear ground. The realization hit Tommy hard as he surveyed this damage; Dream really had not been bluffing when he said he would find the discs. Tommy knelt down into the rubble, shifting through his things as he muttered, “In what world would someone go this far for my discs…possessive asshole.” 

Tommy stood, wiping off dust that had smeared onto his shirt. “Dream!” he shouted, his voice echoing out, “Come on, I know you’re watching – just come out!” 

Dream emerged mere moments later, moving so he stood amongst the wreckage. “You shouldn’t hide things from me, Tommy.” he said in a tone that was too calm for a man who had just caused all of this chaos. 

Tommy took out his sword, pointing it at Dream, “You destroyed my house, big man!” 

“I was just looking for your discs,” Dream replied, his tone flat. “I let your chickens alone. That was generous of me, don’t you think so?” 

Tommy shook his head, “Where are they, Dream? Where’d you put my discs?” 

Dream laughed. “They're with me. And you’re not getting them back.”

Tommy’s hand trempled with rage as he lowered his sword to his side. “You broke into my house and stole from me. That’s griefing and stealing. You’re really gonna violate the server rules?” 

Dream tilted his head. “It’s my server, my world. I get to make and enforce the rules, not you.” 

Tommy turned his head, walking out of his house, ready to confront Dream when he noticed Tubbo walking along the path, staring at the scene. “Tubbo,” Tommy began, “I need help. Dream took the discs, again.” 

Tubbo looked over, uncertainty painted across his face even as he nodded along, whispering to Tommy, asking what they could do. 

Tommy grinned softly, “We’re gonna fight back.” 

The two attacked together, each striking with their swords drawn. Dream dodged, easily. “You really think I would carry the discs on me?” 

Frustrated, Tubbo backed up, using one hand to place his sword at his side and the other to grab Tommy’s arm, dragging him away from the hillside and towards his own home. The two entered, sitting down near a collection of half-empty chests.

“Tommy,” Tubbo said, looking to Dream who had followed them, “you still have that Netherite chestplate, right?” 

Tommy nodded slowly. 

Dream leaned on the wall across from them, his arms crossed. “Trade it for the discs. That’s a fair deal.” 

Tommy merely shook his head. “You’re gonna scam me.”

Dream smiled thinly. “Just think about it, at least. But remember, I don’t wait forever.” 

The two young boys left the house, heading to Tommy’s ruined house. They wanted somewhere to plan, away from Dream. But it seemed like the mask-wearing maniac had other ideas as he had somehow beat the two there, standing in the ruins of the house, waiting. 

Tommy froze. “Oh…” He turned to Tubbo, “Let’s just go somewhere else.” 

Tubbo nodded, “The Nether. We can trap him there if he follows us, use beds and shit.” 

Tommy nodded frantically in agreement and the two set off, enacting their risky trap, trying to catch Dream off guard. Tubbo collected several beds that he set out in the Nether to use as explosives as Tommy approached Dream trying to get him to follow him to the Nether. 

Dream merely smirked, knowingly. “I’m not that stupid, Tommy.” 

Tommy sighed, walking away as he took out his communicator to call Tubbo: “Come back, he’s not falling for it.” 

As Tubbo left, Dream wandered over to stand by the two. “The chestplate for the discs. That’s all I want.” 

Tommy crossed his arms. “You don’t even care about the discs, do you?” 

Dream paused. “No, I don’t. But I do care about what I can get for them.” 

Tubbo frowned at Dream’s comment as he instinctively replied, “You’re insane.” 

Dream glared at this, moving away from the two, heading into Punz’s land to build up a small tower where he placed a jukebox. Dream turned to Tommy, smirking as he took out Mellohi, entering it into the music box. The slow, eerie melody began to echo through the area. 

Tommy stopped. “...That’s my disc.” 

Dream smirked from his tower, letting the song continue to play.

Tommy turned to Tubbo. “We have to get it.” 

Tubbo nodded, following Tommy as he began using his own blocks to build up to the top of the tower, carefully grabbing Mellohi from the jukebox as Dream began to fire his crossbow. Arrows flew as Tubbo dropped down and began running off to meet Tommy. Dream shouted, “Drop the chestplate, Tommy! Don’t you want Cat?” 

As he yelled, Dream fired another shot from his bow, shooting Tubbo in the back and killing him. Dream jumped from the tower, grabbing the disc and climbing back up to continue playing the disc. 

Tubbo respawned, coming over to Tommy’s side. As he did so, Tommy began speaking, his voice shaking, “We’re not losing this.” 

Together, the two charged again. Tommy managed to quickly grab the disc and attempted to toss it down to Tubbo but stopped as he watched Dream snatch the disc back, again. 

The three continued their chase, constructing a tower or dirt and stone scattered around them as they fired arrows, swung swords, and pushed each other off the towers. 

Dream felt his frustration growing and let it get the better of himself, jumping down to the ground, lighting a quick fire and tossing a disc into it.”

Tubbo gasped as he watched this, “Tommy! I think that was Mellohi! He burned it!” 

Dream smirked, “I didn’t burn it this time but try me. I’ll burn Cat too. Depends on how fast you two move.” 

Tommy gritted his teeth as he felt a rush of pain rush over his bones after dropping from his tower. “Fine. You want a trade? My chestplate for both discs? We’ll do it right now.” 

Dream nodded, content things had gone his way. “Deal.” 

Minutes later, the two stood across from each other, preparing to complete the deal as Tubbo stood to the sideline, counting down to when Tommy and Dream would drop their items before racing off to grab the item they had negotiated for. 

“Three…Two…Drop.” 

Dream threw the discs to the ground, turning to run towards where Tommy stood, dropping the chestplate. Tommy raced past Dream, his heart beating out of his chest as he grabbed the discs before turning around to see Tubbo intercept Dream, grabbing the chestplate before running off.

Dream spun around too late, realizing he had been tricked. He screamed out at this, “You LIED!” 

Tommy merely laughed as he ran off, “You should’ve known better than to trust me, Dream!”

And for the second time, Dream stood in the ashes of a battle he had lost – furious, humiliated, and alone – but that would soon change.

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When Tommy returned home, he was met by silence and a sign. 

In Punz’s messy handwriting, Tommy couldn’t help but read the following: “You fought on my land. You and Dream ruined it. If you don’t apologize, I’ll start a war.” 

Tommy sighed, one hand dragging down his face. “Great. Punz hates me now too…” 

Tommy kicked a piece of dirt that was sitting on the floor, left over from when he rebuilt his house that Dream had oh so kindly destroyed. Punz had a right to be mad, him and Dream had left the land a mess but Tommy wasn’t in the mood to care. He would deal with that later. After all, he had bigger problems. 

Earlier in the day, he had opened up the chest by his bed, freezing when he took note of what laid within it. His two discs sat there – Cat and Mellohi. Normally, Tommy would be delighted to see these items but the more he looked, the more he realized something was wrong. The color was different, the texture weird.

“These…aren’t real,” Tommy whispered as he set the discs in the chest again, leaving the lid open. Dream had tricked him. 

Tommy sighed, leaning his head back before looking down as he slammed the chest closed, running out his house. 

After running throughout the SMP, Tommy found Tubbo at Fundy’s new building – a lodge titled The Socializing Club. Laughter echoed from the wooden building as Tommy approached it. As he burst inside, Tubbo, Fundy and Purpled turned to look at him.

“Tubbo! Tubbo please. I need you now!” 

Tubbo nearly fell from his chair at the disruption. “Tommy, what?” 

Tommy slammed his hands into the table. “Dream. He scammed me. He gave us fake discs.” 

Fundy looked up, peering at Tommy, “You’re really gonna do this in the socializing club. Come on, sit down, we’re talking.” 

Purple laughed quietly at the situation, “Oh come on Tommy.” 

Tommy frowned, slowly sitting down as Tubbo leaned back in his seat.

“That’s not all,” Tubbo frowned, “Dream took my stuff too – my armor, weapons, pickaxe. Everything.” 

Fundy shrugged, “That guy really doesn’t like you guys, does he?” 

Tommy glared at Fundy, “Just cause that man’s your stupid fiance doesn’t mean you need to agree with everything he does.” 

Purple laughed, turning to Tommy. “So, you’re gonna look for your stuff? If so, take the fight away from here, out of the club.” 

Tubbo shook his head as Tommy turned, grabbing his arm as he dragged him out the door. “Let’s go.” 

Fundy groaned, shaking his head, at the two as they left, turning to Purpled, “They’re gonna get themselves killed.”

Tommy and Tubbo searched all over, exploiting different parts of the server as they attempted to find Dream’s base – a location no one knew about except for the green-eyed bastard himself. Eventually they spotted a sign, attached to a tunnel near the forest. The sign read:

“This is Dream’s base. Turn back now or die.” 

Tommy grinned at Tubbo as he entered the base, “That’s practically an invitation.” 

“Or a warning,” Tubbo muttered, following Tommy. 

The tunnel led into a deep, underground room. Chests lined the walls, each organized with different materials. Tommy started opening the chests, “Where are they? Where did he put my discs?” 

Tubbo dug through a chest beside him, pulling out a stack of diamonds. “Tommy…do you think it’s wrong if we take his diamonds? He took my diamond materials? It’s fair, right.” 

Tommy smirked at Tubbo’s comment, “Do it. He deserves it. Y’know what hand me those, we’ll use them as bait.”

Tubbo nodded, tossing the diamonds to Tommy who stashed them into his inventory before grabbing the sleeve of Tubbo’s green shirt, dragging him away from the base, back to his house. As they reached Tommy’s base, they heard a set of footsteps approach them before calling out to them.

“Tommy.” 

Punz stood, waiting for them, sword drawn. 

“You broke into my land, destroyed it and stole from me.” 

Tommy crossed his arms. “I did not steal – well, not from you.” 

Punz replied flatly, “You owe me an apology.” 

“Fine. Sorry,” Tommy said quickly. “Now tell me…did you take my discs? From Dream?” 

“What? No.” Punz replied, shaking his head in confusion.

“Come on Punz, I know you did.” Tommy remarked. 

Punz began heading to the door of the house, getting ready to leave, “I don’t care about your stupid discs. I just want my land fixed. I want my apology. Find me when you’re ready to take this seriously. 

As Punz left, leaving Tommy speechless his communicator began vibrating, showing a message that had been sent to everyone. Tommy looked up at Tubbo who stood in the corner, eyes wide as he read the message. 

“Who was in my house?” Dream wrote out. 

“Shit,” Tommy remarked, walking out of his house before stopping as he noticed Dream standing outside at the edge of a clearing, his mask and hoodie covering his body. 

“Tommy,” Tubbo whispered, “Run.” 

But, Tommy didn’t listen. He stopped and glared at Dream, “You tricked me. You gave me fake discs.” 

Dream rolled his eyes, “And you broke into my house.” 

Tommy grinned, holding up the diamonds he had stolen from the base, “Give me the discs, or I burn these.” 

Dream laughed, “You think I care about those diamonds? I could just kill you both – take them back, steal your armor.” 

“You are not getting them back.” Tommy yelled as he set a fire on the pathway, before re-grabbing the diamonds. 

The two glared at each other as Tubbo stood behind Tommy, apprehensive of the situation. Dream sighed, interrupting the silence that had taken over, “You’ll just lose your leverage if you burn them.” 

Tommy hesitated before replying, “Then let’s just make another trade – an actual one.” 

Dream raised an eyebrow behind his mask, “What kind of trade?” 

“My netherite chestplate,” Tommy remarked, sharing a look with Tubbo before looking back at Dream, “for the real discs – not some fakes. The trade we were meant to do.” 

Dream chuckled, “How do I know you won’t just trick me again?” 

“Tubbo can moderate it, but stay at a distance this time.” Tommy said quickly. 

Dream considered this idea, nodding his head, knowing that if things went wrong, he could strike back. “Fine.” 

Tubbo backed up as the two prepared to do the trade. Tommy looked at Dream, dropping his chestplate to the ground. Dream picked up the chestplate, peering at it quickly before placing two discs onto the ground – the real ones this time. 

Dream then began to walk off as Tommy picked up the discs, “Good day, Tommy.” 

To celebrate their victory, Tommy and Tubbo sat on their bench, placing Cat into the jukebox as they watched the sun set. For a moment, neither of them spoke, merely listening to the soft, bright notes of Cat.

Tubbo smiled as he listened to the song, turning to Tommy, “We did it.” 

Tommy nodded, smiling back, “Yeah. We actually did.” 

But after a few minutes, Tommy’s smile faded. “He could just take them again, steal them.” 

Tubbo looked over, an idea hitting him, “Then we need a way to hide them. Somewhere he can’t access.” 

Tommy’s eyes lit up. “An ender chest.” 

Tubbo nodded and so the two set off to begin collecting supplies: blaze powder, ender pearls, and obsidian. 

To start, the two approached Punz who, no surprise, was not pleased to see them on his land. 

“I need blaze powder and an ender pearl,” Tommy demanded.

Punz raised his eyebrow as he ran a hand through his blond hair, “And why would I help you? You haven’t even apologized.” 

Tommy grinned, “I did but you didn’t appreciate my apology…well, it wasn’t my best work but that’s not the point. You are gonna want to help me because I bring you this…” 

Tommy held out an apple – something he had in fact stolen from Punz. Punz stared at the apple for a while before sighing. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“But you’ll do it?” 

Punz sighed as he replied, tossing over the blaze powder and ender pearl as he replied, “Fine.” 

As the two finished the trade, Tubbo stiffened as he spotted Dream lurking near them, wearing his new chestplate. “Tommy…Dream, he’s here. He’s looking for us.” 

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Tommy muttered. 

Dream raised his crossbow, sending an arrow towards the two. Tommy ducked, shouting, “He’s chasing me again!” 

“Go!” Tubbo yelled, “I’ll hold him off!” 

Tommy took off, sprinting towards the nether portal near the community house. He needed to get obsidian now, 8 blocks of it. He knew he could get these materials there and so as he arrived, he began mining, hearing Dream’s footsteps following him along with the whiz of arrows that Tubbo was sending towards the blond, green-eyed man. 

“I’ve almost got it! I just need one more block,” Tommy yelled running towards the community house as Dream began trying to chase him. 

“Meet me at my house!” Tubbo called back, beginning to head in that direction. “I’ve got the last block there.” 

With that, Tommy began to run through the trees towards Tubbo’s house, Dream firing shot after shot behind him. As he reached the house, out of breath, Tubbo tossed him the last obsidian block. Tommy rushed to make the ender chest, a shimmer rippling through the air as it appeared. 

In a rush, Tommy began stashing his discs and items in the chest. At the same time, Dream’s final arrow flew. Tommy fell as it struck true. Yet, as the world around him faded, Tommy’s voice came through one last time, quiet but triumphant as he respawned. 

“They’re safe…Tubbo, I hid them.” 

Tubbo cheered in victory as Dream let out a furious shout which echoed across the server. 

This time, Dream had lost. 

Chapter Text

Tommy had issues sleeping as a kid. Wilbur, his older brother, would help him with this, making hot chocolate for those long nights, curling around the younger boy and whispering reassuring messages, that things would be okay. 

Now, with everything that had happened, those issues came back. But tonight, things felt different. It was too quiet. 

Tommy felt unease sneak over himself, leaning to sit up on his bed, staring at the wall where his jukebox sat. The enderchest hummed faintly beside it, a purple glow seeping into the dark. Inside rested the one thing that still mattered – his discs. 

A soft sound made him freeze, a cracking noise, outside. A block had been broken, one after another. 

Tommy crept to the front of his house, slowly. For a while, he saw nothing, only the faint light of a torch. Then, a shadow moved, a person. Dream.

He was breaking the front of the house, his movements slowly and deliberate, as if he was reminding Tommy that no wall could stop him. 

Tommy stepped outside after wiping his eyes, trying to clarify if what he had seen was real or not. After doing so and making eye contact with the strange man again, Tommy took out his sword. “Dream, it’s 3 am, what are you doing?” 

Dream looked up, his mask reflecting in the moonlight, “You still don’t get it, do you?”

Tommy sighed, “Get what? What Dream?” 

“That everything you build, that you hold dear…belongs to me.” 

Tommy could feel his stomach twist, “You’re insane.” 

Dream stepped closer. His voice dropped, a calm but venomous tone. “If you mess with me, Tommy, I will destroy your family. Your friends. Everything you love.” 

Tommy didn’t answer; he couldn’t. What was he meant to say? Dream lingered for a moment, soaking in the panic that was emitting from the teenager before turning around, leaving as silent as he had come. 

By morning, Fundy found Tommy, stuck in the doorway of his house, blocks missing from the entrance way, staring at the spot that Dream once stood in. 

“What happened here?” Fundy asked. 

“Dream. Your stupid fiance,” Tommy muttered. “He’s losing it. Watching me.” 

Fundy frowned, “That’s where he was last night? Watching you? Why is he always watching you.” 

Tommy shrugged, “I don’t know. I wanted to play Cat last night but I didn’t even get to take it out of my chest before he showed up.” 

Fundy’s fox ears shifted, “You still have the discs?” 

Tommy nodded, thinking about the ender chest that sat in his room, “Safe and sound. Away from that maniac.” 

Fundy crossed his arms, “Why don’t you play one now? He’s not here. He’s offworld.” 

Tommy hesitated as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, “Because every time I do, no matter where he is, he shows up.” 

Fundy didn’t believe that sentiment, replying, “That’s paranoia.” 

“That’s experience,” Tommy said quietly as he walked over to his ender chest. 

After a long pause, he opened the chest, the purple mist curling upwards as he reached in and pulled out Mellohi. As he placed the disc into the chest, a notification came through across his communicator. 

Dream joined the game. 

Tommy froze, “Of course.” 

Fundy’s eyes widened, “Hide it!” 

Tommy lifted the disc from the jukebox, shoving it back into the chest just as Dream’s footsteps sounded behind him. 

Dream burst through the door, crossbow in hand, “What were you doing? Listening to some music?” 

Tommy lied, quickly, “Nothing. We weren’t listening to anything.” 

Dream aimed his bow at Tommy, ignoring his fiance who stood at the other end of the room with wide eyes. “You were playing something, Tommy.” 

Fundy stepped between the two as he saw the panic take over the teen, “Dream, back off. Come on.” 

Dream tilted his head, “You really want to do this? Make a fight with me over Tommy? I may care for you but I can still kill you.” 

Fundy snapped as betrayal sunk over him, “I’ll go to your house. I’ll burn it if you don’t leave right now.” 

Dream said nothing, merely lowering his crossbow before vanishing, going off world yet again. 

As Dream left, Fundy turned to Tommy, “I’m serious, dude. I’ll do it. He can’t keep doing this to you. I didn’t know it was this bad.” 

“Don’t,” Tommy warned, knowing what Dream was capable of, “He’ll just come back again.” 

But it was too late for Tommy’s warning to do anything as Fundy had began walking off, down the prime path towards Dream’s house. As he did so, his communicator vibrated yet again. 

Dream joined the game.

Tommy’s heart sank as panic set over. He took off running, no longer walking, shouting out, “Fundy! Stop it!!” 

By the time Tommy caught up, Fundy and Dream were at the base of Dream’s home. Dream stood by Fundy in the doorway of his home, crossbow aimed at his lover. 

“Go ahead,” Dream said softly. “Finish your little threat.” 

Fundy froze as he quietly replied, “Who are you? You aren’t the man I once loved.” 

Dream leaned in, his face right by Fundy’s, voice low and cold, “I’m who I was always meant to be. You, you’re still the same weak fox that no one else wanted. You can’t protect Tommy. You can’t even protect yourself.” 

With that, Dream disappeared again, leaving behind a broken Fundy and a horrified Tommy. 

Tommy returned home after helping Fundy go back to his own house, shaken after the confrontation with Dream. Tommy could hear the sound of Dream’s footsteps reflecting in his head. He sighed as he started to build his house again, fixing the broken blocks. 

From the forest, Dream watched, hidden by the shadows. He crouched behind the trees, eyes fixed on the glow of Tommy’s house. 

Tommy worked in silence, heading towards the jukebox as he finished, sitting on top of it, humming under his breath. 

Dream smiled beneath his mask as he watched this. 

He didn’t need to destroy the discs anymore. He just needed Tommy to believe he would.

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Things had been quiet recently, too quiet for Tommy’s liking. Dream had been leaving alone after threatening Fundy and Tommy could almost breathe again, relax again. That idea vanished, however, the second Jschlatt logged on. 

He appeared out of nowhere, a man with a smug grin and smooth suit.

Tommy found him first by the community house as the man was looking for Wilbur. Tommy knew Schlatt; he knew him and Wilbur had some weird agreement together – they got along for a while but would then would turn on each other. The thing was, Wilbur found Schlatt funny and so he kept him around even though the ram hybrid spent so long mocking Tommy.

“Tommy,” Schlatt had laughed, a slur in his speech, “You gonna take me to Wil? Show me where he is.” 

Tommy looked up, scowling, “No, you stupid clown.” 

Schlatt just laughed, pulling out a communicator to call Wilbur, “Wil? Man, I found your annoying little brother. He talks too much, man. Come get me.”

Tommy frowned, crossing his arm before pushing at Schlatt’s shoulder, “Let’s just go…it's whatever.” 

And so, Tommy led Schlatt through the community house, up past the prime path, to Wilbur, and around the server. By the end of the day, Tommy felt himself growing a bit closer to the man, understanding his humor as messed up as it was – if only the many would stop making jokes on his behalf.

Tommy tried to be the bigger guy, he really did. He even played blocks – one of his more meaningless discs for the man, enjoying it as Wilbur hummed along to it behind him. Things seemed fine for a moment until Schlatt couldn’t help himself, poking fun at Tommy again. 

“Y’know kid, you keep sharing these discs and shit with me. I didn’t come here to see you though, I came for Wil and you’re being insufferable right now.” 

Realistically, Tommy knew that Schlatt was trying to be funny but that didn’t stop the shame that settled into his stomach or the pain that echoed in his chest when Wilbur refused to defend him. And so, Tommy did the one thing he could think of. 

He punched Schlatt, clear in the face. And just as quickly as he had done so, his communicator buzzed as Schlatt was yanked from the world. 

Jschlatt has been banned by Dream.

Tommy fell silent, blinking, “Wait- What?” 

Wilbur merely laughed, his eyes gleaming with delight, as he read the message from behind Tommy, knowing his friend had a record of getting banned, “That idiot. Come on, Tommy. I have something I want to talk to you about. Let’s not worry about Schlatt for now.” 

Later, Wilbur stood by Tommy and Tubbo’s bench, yanking his little brother to sit next to him, pulling him into his side so the two sat together, side by side. 

“I may not have defended you from Schlatt earlier, but you should know I will always be on your side, Tommy, always.” Wilbur began, his voice full of meaning, “I know what Dream has been doing to you, to all of us. Every time we build things on this server, Dream takes it. He tried to claim your discs, he tried to ban our friends. He owns everything in this world.” 

Tommy kicked a speck of dirt with his right foot as he leaned back from Wilbur, removing himself from his side so he could see his face, deep in thought. 

“He’s Dream, Wil. It’s his world, he’s the big man here. There’s nothing we can do about that, is there?” 

Wilbur smiled faintly, his eyes still tracking the setting sun across the valley, “There is. It’s simple, Tommy. We just stop playing his game.” 

Tommy’s brow furrowed, “What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying,” Wilbur started, his voice low and certain, “we start our own country – free of the Dream SMP. One Dream will never touch.” 

Tommy’s eyes widened as Wilbur finally turned to look at him, “Our own country?”

Wilbur nodded, “Our own country. Free. Independent.”

Tommy hesitated, one hand lifting to his shoulder where Dream had shot him mere days ago while trying to get the discs back, “Dream won’t like that.” 

Wilbur merely grinned at Tommy, his right hand lifting to grasp Tommy’s other shoulder, “Exactly.” 

The first version of their nation wasn’t a city or even a town. It was a van. 

A stone, barely functional drug van, parked in the middle of nowhere.

They had settled near a river, creating and selling potions from within the van. Tommy had brought Tubbo into the van, introducing him to their “empire in a box.” 

The two worked together with Wilbur, selling drugged potions – speed, healing, strength, weakness – to anyone who would buy them. They had one goal: to make a clear message. They were self-sufficient now.

Dream hated it. 

He showed up one afternoon, the same crossbow he had carried in war in his hand, voice sharp. “You think you can just run your own empire here? On my land?” 

Wilbur stepped forward, meeting Dream outside of the van, “Not on your land, Dream. In our land.” 

Dream’s expression hardened. He couldn’t believe this was happening, “If this happens, you’re all banned from my server. My land. Tommy and Tubbo aren’t allowed back, not to their houses or anywhere.” 

Tommy exploded, appearing behind Wilbur with soot smeared across his face, “Mate this might be your server but you can’t just–” 

Wilbur raised a hand, interrupting Tommy’s yelling, “Let’s make a deal, Dream. We’ll make their land, their houses an embassy. A bridge between my people and yours.” 

Dream’s head tilted, the smile on his mask looking more and more sinister as each minute passed, “You’re not serious.” 

Wilbur glared back, “I’ve never been more serious.” 

Dream refused to back down – to give in – and so he tried another tactic, cornering Tommy and Tubbo, purposely elevating his voice to sound more friendly. 

“Come on you two, think about this. You’ve got more in my land than you do with Wilbur. Why throw that all away?” 

Tommy didn't hesitate to reply, “Because it’s our idea.” 

And that was the end of it, Tommy and Tubbo walked off, back into the van as Dream left 'their land' with anger settling deep in his chest. 

Within a week, the land around the van was cleared out, walls were implemented, and banners hung high over the new settlement. 

L’Manburg. A country born of defiance. 

Eret joined first, followed by Fundy. Together, they helped Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur in creating their new home. They built stone walls, bridges, and tunnels that connected everything to their embassy on the SMP – Tommy’s old tower, an old and crumbling building that they had fixed up. 

Wilbur stood at the base one morning, hands behind his back with his new attire on, a navy blue jacket with a white shirt and pair of white pants to go with it, exuding power.

“Starting a movement is easy,” Wilbur told Tommy who had come to join him, “We’re starting a revolution. That’s hard.” 

Tommy nodded his head as he looked at his brother. “Then we’ll make it worth it.” 

The days that followed were chaos. The SMP members struck back against L’Manburg – or so Tommy believed. Alyssa had been accused of setting fire to their fields after a fire had broken out near the border. Tommy had seen her, running with a flint and steel, striking her first before she even had the chance to defend herself. 

Wilbur arrived moments later, taking in the sword in Tommy’s hand that was now covered in blood, “Tommy! What did you do?” 

“She was burning our land!” 

“It wasn’t her.” 

Silence. The fire of the fields crackled behind the two as Tommy dropped his sword to the ground, “Oh.” 

Wilbur’s voice was heavy, “Go home, Tommy. You’ve done enough for today.” 

For the first time, Tommy didn’t argue. 

L’Manburg didn’t get peace after that, not even for a day. 

Tubbo had gone missing and when they had found him, he was standing in a forest, tied up and disarmed with Dream standing beside him. 

Dream smiled as he tossed Tubbo to the ground outside of the nation’s walls, wandering into the drug van, “I just came to take what’s mine.” 

He took a stash of potions, vanishing with an ender pearl, leaving only the echo of Tubbo’s cough in the wind. 

That was the final straw.

Wilbur called an emergency meeting in the van after freeing Tubbo, watching as each and every member of their nation arrived. The room was dimly lit, ink-stained papers scattered on the tables while potion stands set near them still sizzling. 

“This isn’t about the walls or even Dream anymore. It’s about freedom,” Wilbur started, setting out a document for the members to sign. At the top of the document were the words Declaration of Independence of L’Manburg.

Sharing a look, each and every L’Manburgian signed their name – Wilbur then Tommy then Tubbo then Eret and lastly Fundy. 

The ink had barely dried when an arrow struck the door. 

Jumping up, Wilbur opened the door, spotting Dream standing outside, flanked by Punz and Sapnap. Without a word, Dream pointed his finger towards the arrow that had hit the door. 

Wilbur turned slowly, spotting an envelope, jammed between the flint of the arrow and the wooden door. Wilbur gently removed the arrow, passing it off to Tommy before peeling a red wax seal off the envelope, pulling out a document. 

Wilbur’s eyes scanned the paper as he read the title of it slowly, quietly. 

“Declaration of War.”