This chapter was written by @XXNighshadeXx and edited by yours truely! Ask if you want pings, and give us any feedback you have
Pings:
Dream's smile remained as he reached for something in his inventory… Tommy took that as a sign to haul ass and then fucking ran, though Dream was hot on his tail.
"Tommy! What are you doing, you'll get hurt!" Nuh-uh. No, this fucker wasn't tricking him with some fake ass sympathy. He knew he was in danger. If he could make the color and warmth of a phoenix feather fade so easily, this wasn't a battle worth fighting. It was time to run.
“Tommy where are you goin-!”
As Tommy ran, a crow, a no shit fucking crow, flew from a tree he passed and dove towards his pursuer, wings flapping wildly and talons bared at Dream’s face.
Tommy stopped for a moment and whipped his head over his shoulder, confused, before seeing the green man angrily bat away the black bird and continue charging towards him.
Oh fuck.
Another crow flew down as Tommy started to run again, screeching something like “HE’S A RUNNER HE’S A TRACKSTAR.” So these were Phil's crows. What the fuck was he feeding these things!?!?
If these were Phil's crows though, then maybe...
Tommy shivered slightly at the thought. There was no FUCKING way he was doing that. More crows flew beside him as he ran, tripping over underbrush and getting smacked in the face. Tommy didn’t want to question Phil’s crazy birds, because they were here and that was either a sign he was going to die or a sign the he was safe.
...Phil must be feeding them like ten fucking monsters a day, how did these little shits have so much energy???
“I KNEW YOU WANTED A NEW HUNTER DREAM BUT THIS ISN’T THE FUCKING WAY TO DO IT.”
Dream yelled back at him, though he could barely hear it with the pounding in his ears and the screaming of more crows as they joined him. Tommy longed to stop, his lungs were burning and his legs felt like they'd been sliced into a million pieces, as cuts were open further by sharp sticks and-
Oh.
OH FUCK THAT WAS A CLIFF STOP STOP STOP-
Something caught his shirt, and for a second he thought tree branch had saved him.
But no, that was definitely to good to be true.
“OI! FUCKING LET ME GO YOU FUCKING GREEN BITCH!” Dream had him by the collar of his torn shirt.
“You almost ran off into a fucking cliff” the man hissed, pulling him back from the edge.
“So you saved me so you could ash me yourself, prick!?! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?” Tommy yelled, swinging his fists wildly trying to hit Dream. He just let go of his collar and Tommy dropped to the ground.
Tommy scrambled back to his feet, backing up slightly. He glanced over his shoulder, and gulped as he saw the edge was only a few feet away.
“I just wanted to see what it looks like, And plus it’s not like you're going to permanently die.” Dream cooed.
At that, Tommy took a few more steps back. He felt the wind of the open sky behind him, just a few steps behind his heel, and watched the man's face change from prideful to scared. "What if I don’t want to ash? Dream what does this even change about me!” Tommy screamed.
“Tommy, you're immortal. I can’t have someone like you running around and being immortal,” He replied calmly, stepping away from Tommy with his hands out, as if trying to prove he wasn't dangerous, like he didn't have the power to summon his OP axe from his inventory any second.
“I didn’t choose to be immortal Dream, you think I wanted to be like this?!?” Tommy shouted, pointing his finger at him accusingly. He heard his voice echo across the vastness behind him.
Dream took this opportunity to try and step subtly forward, hand out and slowly reaching for Tommy. "I just want to research your kind, Tommy, I won't hurt you. Not much, anyway."
"Hah, right, totally."
Tommy glanced back and the chasm behind him. "You know what, I'll go with you," He said, without taking his eyes away from the edge.
"You will?" The fucker sounded relieved.
"Yeah," He confirmed, taking a step towards Dream's outstretched hand. "I'll go with you... When Technoblade flies!"
Tommy pivoted on his heel, using the momentum of his fake out to bound forward and jump.
A small part of him clenched his back, as if expecting to fly. But of course his wings were severed, and instead he started to fall.
As he rushed downward to his chosen end, he could faintly hear Dream screaming over the wind before everything went to red, and orange, and then to black.
>>>
Tommy opened his eyes to the stars above. Something bright orange smacked him in the side, and he could hear someone humming.
“Oh, you're awake! I found you on the beach like an hour ago!” Ghostbur said cheerfully.
The orange thing that had smacked him turned out to be a wing. Oh, just great. He was going to have to got to Phil for help.
“He- Hey Ghostbur, where's... Where's Phil?”
“I dunno, but I saw one of his crows next to you when you woke up and told them to tell Phil that you had wings again!”
Tommy groaned and sat up. His whole body ached but, felt... full? He didn’t know how to describe it; he just felt way better than before. All his hurts were faded, and of course, the most troublesome thing, he had wings again.
Shit, he needs to go find Phil tonight.
“Hey Ghostbur, could you take me to Phil’s cabin?”
