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He doesn't regret things very often. In fact, Tommy brags about his lack of shame.
Right now, though, he regrets humoring the former speed runner.
He regrets humoring him for so long.
“Tommy! Stop ruining the plot and just go with it, for once!”
Tommy was nothing but bored, though. Dream’s plot was shit. Wilbur dragged him into DnD, saying it was “fun”, and he needed to “socialize” and that "he needs more friends then Tubbo". Bullshit. The only thing the SMP has done for him is see the prime example of a bad DM.
“Your plot is shit, dream, not to mention FULL OF PLOT HOLES!” His hands banged against the desk. “And you keep taking it out on me! I know you wouldn’t know true poggness if it spit in your face, but give me a break. There are like 20 other people to pick on.”
Said DM scowled, clutching onto his dice. “Well maybe I wouldn’t take it out on you if you didn’t keep derailing the storyline! Fuck, L’manburg wasn’t even supposed to happen! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO STAY IN THE SMP.”
Dream winced as he dropped the dice, showing little puncture wounds on his hands. Hah, Tommy thought angrily, fucker had it coming.
“Uh, guys?” The two swung around. “Shouldn’t we-”
Ranboo snapped his jaw shut after receiving two very heated glares. Tommy doesn’t even know why they keep the boob around. ‘Oh, right,’ he remembers. ‘Plot reasons.’
Wilbur, his older brother and someone he
really
didn’t want to talk to right now, sighed. “Tommy, don’t bully Ranboo. Dream, stop being a pussy and end the game. It’s long overdue.”
Dream, asshole that he was, sputtered indignantly. “What?! You wrote this!”
Wilbur shook his head while Tommy gaped at him. He
wrote
this abomination? “Dream. It’s been 5 years. End the damn campaign. Even Quackity quit, and he worships DnD.”
After that revelation, he got up and left. Now it was just Dream, Tommy, and the terrified gender man named Ranboo.
Tommy looked at the wall. He prayed.
Dream contemplated the benefits of mass murder.
Ranboo joined last week.
The rest of the group haven’t shown up for a session in 2 years.
Goddamnit.