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While preparing for 'Doomsday', or as Dream had narcissistically quipped, 'Dreamsday', something peculiar happened.
"Techno! Dream!" Philza shouted loudly from outside, right besides the huge nether farm that he had created for the sake of today- which was sweet of his father but still, they had more than enough nether warts for their potions even beforehand. At any rate though, the moment Phil had shouted for him and Dream, Techno immediately headed outside of his house to see what he was calling him out for, his masked ally close behind him.
"Phil? What is... it..." Technoblade trailed off, his brows furrowing at the sight of the strange portal that suddenly was besides the farm.
Constructed out of stone, iron and netherite, each block was carved with strange symbols on it. Its portal light and entrance was colored silver and it sparked with a different type of mystical energy than a normal Nether portal.
"What is that?" Dream questioned incredulously, sounding just as baffled as both Techno and Phil were.
Before anyone could even attempt to answer. A figure came out of said portal, tall, decked out in full enchanted netherite.
A man with a familiar mask but unfamiliar clothes stood.
"Where's-" The man started, sounding somewhat familiar before he cut himself off, raising an axe at Phil who instantly got his own out in defense. Which Techno immediately followed with his own sword, narrowing his eyes at the red hoodied masked man before him. Dream cautiously followed, Phil and Techno were his current allies after all.
"You know this guy Dream?" Techno asked warily, glancing to the identical masks both men wore.
Red Man's head snapped to look at Dream just as the admin descendant shook his head negatively, "No idea."
The guy's sword wavered as he took a step forward towards Dream who went slightly tense at the action, his free hand raised towards Dream, "Drea-"
The portal whirred, interrupting the man as another man tumbled out of the portal.
A more familiar man also decked in fully enchanted netherite armor. Despite looking older, it was unmistakable on who this man possibly was. The scars underneath his chin, those blue eyes and brown hair, the matured face that was contorted into frustration and anger.
"Tommy!" Tubbo, all grown up and clutching an enchanted diamond sword, screamed at the masked red man.
"Tommy?" Philza repeated incredulously, looking at the other man with unsure eyes. Similarly enough, both Techno and Dream looked at him as well as the man was no longer pointing his axe at Phil, but at older Tubbo?
Older Tubbo glanced at Phil and did a double take, "Phil? Techno?" His eyes flitted to Dream and immediately his incredulity turned into righteous anger. "Dream." He snarled, vitriol and pure malicious hate dripping from his tone, surprising the three allied men and angering Masked Older Tommy?
What really surprises Technoblade however is how Chat was going wild as the hybrid sensed a large amount of bloodlust roiling off of this strange older Tubbo.
Tubbo makes a step at Dream only to be intercepted by Tommy who plants himself between Tubbo and the very surprised Dream.
"Get the fuck out of my way Tommy."
Brandishing his axe, Tommy stood still. "You know I can't do that."
Tubbo_ was slain by TommyInnit
Clutching the communicator, Philza watched in disbelief as the man- Tommy that really was Tommy- flicked the dripping blood from his axe. Tubbo's body disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving behind every item he had on him.
At some point during the fight, Tommy's hood had been knocked down and Tommy was bleeding from the leg. He didn't seem to care as he stared at the place where Tubbo had disappeared, a transparent liquid dripping off his chin. The droplet froze before it hit the snow as the four men stood in silence.
Tommy bowed his head, moving his mask aside to wipe the tears coming from his dull gray-blue eyes and get rid of the trail they left behind on his face.
"Tommy?" Phil hesitantly said and the man looks at him, Phil and Techno are taken back by how wrong Tommy looked, all grown up with a scar across his face. His eyes were so dull as he looked at them, his eyes flitted over to Dream and only then did something spark in those broken, broken eyes.
A smile, empty, sad and shattered placed itself on his face as Tommy faced Dream. "Hi Dream." He greeted with a teary close eyed smile, "I'm here to help you. Whatever you need, whatever you want. I'm here."
A bond snaps into place and Dream throws his head back and laughs.
Perfect.