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For Tommy, nearly nothing was weird as a result of things that happend to him or that he experienced. But this... This was new, nothing like that ever happened to him and he doesn't really know what to do in this un-similiar world. 

The last thing Toms knew was dream throwing punches to him, kicking and beating him as if he was just a bag or something. It definitely did hurt but what could he do in that kind of situation? He doesn't have any items, nothing. And if he tried to defend himself it only would make the situation worse than it is. He could feel the pain entirely,he can feel his body aching from it, he did tried to make dream stop this violence by shouting. But did he listen, of course not, why would he now? Tommy's ears rang, not like a few seconds ear ringing thing but it was more loud, more long it didnt stop after a few seconds, it continued until he realized that everywhere was pitch black, he didnt realized until now because his eyes were closed but somehow he did now. He thought he died and maybe it was the limbo... But wouldnt there be others? Then he entirely fell un-conscious.

After a while passed, Tommy opened his eyes with that hell of a headache, his eyes were burning too. Was this normal? I mean he had this before but  not this bad. He took a look around, he was in an alleyway, a very dark one in fact, still he was able to see. He slowly sat up looking at himself, he looked at his hands, he touched his face, there were no injuries that was supposed to be there from earlier, no they weren't healed or something the scars weren't there, its as if they disappeared... It was definitely weird since he didn't use healing potion either. He then stood up despite the fact his body hurting for some reason, he looked around once again trying to guess where the exit of this alley could be. 

He choose a path to go with, he pushed his foot front then the other and started walking slowly. He put his hand into his pockets and continue walking on, he wasn't even sure if it was the right way to go but he didn't have any other choice. Coming to think of it, here want somewhere he knew... He knew the entire of the smp (kind of), he could be in Las nevadas maybe, there are a lot of alleyways there but the weather wasn't that hot -considering the fact that Las nevadas is in the dessert- he didn't got this overwhelming feeling from how hot it was or even sweat. Here was definitely not Las nevadas, neither Lmanberg or Pogtopia. It can't be Kinoko Kingdom either, what could possibly happen for him to be in Kinoko Kingdom? He was lost in this thoughts while walking and was quiet distracted. He may be in a different universe or even world,or an smp he thought, it felt... Impossible but that was the only thing he can think of at this point. If it wasnt the smp he lived in... 

As he continued to walk, focused on his thoughts, lost in his mind, looking at the ground. His steps became slower... It didn't last long till someone attacked him, he was pulled back. There was a knife holding to his throat. The guy was holding him tight, he probably was a robber or some kind of criminal. "Give me everything you have" The guy only says this not pulling the knife away. Tommy tried finding a way to escape from this guy's grip. If he tried kicking him with his feet he could slit his throat at the moment. "I dont have anything" Tommy says, hoping that the guy would let go. "I do not believe that. I dont like to repeat my words, give me everything you have, right now." The guy's response was what Tommy expected actually, it was no surprise. Tommy let out a sigh, not losing any time Tommy wrapped his demon tail to the guy's leg tripping him as an attempt to make him lose ballance and losen the grip on the knife. Tommy did this very quickly as the guy lost his balance Tommy hit the guy's arm which was holding the knife for the knife to not scar his throat or cause any danger. After the guy fell Tommy stepped closer the to guy and without any doubt he pressed his foot against his stomach, the guy let out a painful groan. "Drop your weapons." Tommy switched the tables very quickly by this action. The guy was shocked at how a teenager - maybe even a child- managed to beat him this easily."And dont even try to do anything stupid, it'll make you look like a fucking dumbass, you cant even rob someone succesfully, you call yourself a criminal? You better not because its honestly embarrassing." The guy couldn't even dare speak up to this words he just listened to this teenage boy rant about how incompetent he was -The guy had to admit he was really incompetent at this point- "What the hell are you still waiting for?! Drop your weapons!" The guy did as he was told. He only had a glock-18 and a spare knife which was more sharp than the other one. "Do you have some kind of obsession over knives? It wouldn't even protect you properly come on now man!" Tommy had somehow a disappointed look on his face. But then he quickly took the weapons that the guy dropped. "Thank you for not making this more hard for me, also you gotta train more or you could get fired, if you're working for someone" without waiting for a response Tommy started walking back to his way. He was getting close to the end of the alleyway luckily until he again got interrupted, but this time not getting attacked but rather by someones voice.

"Quite impressive skills you have, kid."

It was a man's voice, he sounded old, the sound in his voice had something in it that required Tommy to be careful from this guy. Tommy slowly turned around to look at the man speaking.

"I appreciate it. Even though, first were you following me from the start, the second is who are you."

Tommy made it clear in his voice that he didnt trust the man. But the man just smiled, not a nice smile though, more like a disguise smile, you know? To manipulate the person you're talking to, yeah that kind of smile which wasn't new to Tommy, Dream always had that smile usually. 

"I understand your consern about me, since I'm an stranger that is definitely normal. But what if I gave you an offer now that would ensure you a roof over your head and food. You dont look like you have a home do you? And you are not from here that's clear, am I right?"

Tommy was surprised cuz he was actually right with all of them, he looked like an homeless person right now too.

"Yeah, you're right I dont have a place to stay in, I'm not from here. But still, what if you're just a kidnapper? How will I trust you?" Tommy replied, his voice full of suspicion, he raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms on his chest keeping an eye on the man.

"You cant know unless you come with me. I assure you that you'll be safe. So do you accept?" The man held out his hand as if they were gonna make a deal between companies that annoyed Tommy kinda but didnt let it play. He step forward and held the man's hand. 

"What is your name then,sir?" Tommy replied letting his curiosity show off. Mori chuckled at the question but did answer eventually with a bit creepy smile.

"My name is Mori Ougai. What is your's kid?" Mori asked the question back.

"Name's Tommy... Tommy simons." He thought about the fact that Tommyinnit would sound weird so he changed his name for this time. 

Mori and Tommy made the way to Mori's car, it was a black rich kind of car, it looked like it was belong a company, an organization or a mafia. All of them sound genuine to Tommy, mafia thought creeped him out a bit but if it was a mafia he couldn't really turn around and run, it was too late he already accepted the offer. Mori sat on the driver's seat, Tommy was unsure of where to sit.

"You can sit in the front seat Tommy" Mori smiled once again while saying this, Tommy went to the front door and opened it, sitting at the front seat next to Mori. "Dont forget to put on the seat belt!" Mori said this as if he was taking care of a 10 year old. If it was someone Tommy was friend with or someone he knew be could've shouted at them for this but it wasnt the right time for now...

"Yeah, sorry." Tommy replied simply as he put on the seat belt. Mori started the engine and drive while Tommy just looked out of the window. He was in his thoughts again, the car was silent now...

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Wilbur was in the Limbo, sitting on one of the seats of the train, the train stations ear ringing noice, the sound of the train scraping on the rails, every bump that makes him jump. The discomfort was way too much. But here he is not minding the discomfort smoking as if everything is normal. He was used to it, it was normal for him, he leaned back into the seat and closed his eyes letting the calming feeling of smoke take over him as the smoke burns his lung inside, taking the nicotine in entirely. The train made a sudden stop which made him fall from his seat, the doors opens, but behind the door was covered with a glowing white barrier which he couldnt tell what it was.

He stood up while spitting out curse words, his knees were hurting because of the fall. He dusts off his clothes and looks at the doors. "What the fuck is this" He mumbles to himself, he was hasitant about getting close to the doors but... What if this was his escape? What if when he touches the white he'll get revived and go back to the smp? He stepped closer to one of the door, holding out his hand to touch the white. His hand passed through the door, he pulled his hand back. Then he entirely stepped into the white barrier. He felt dizzy, everywhere was white, it was hurting his eyes, he wasnt used to this brightness, he closed his eyes, rubbing them to ease the ache but it didnt work much, he passed out after that.

Few hours passed and he was back to his consciousness, his eyes tight closed he didnt want to open them for a reason he didnt know it was as if he couldn't open them and his head was aching with this throbbing pain, he wanted to put a gun to his head and blow his own brains out just because of this. He moved his hand and lead them to his face then his eyes and rubbed his eyes once again to be able open them. He slowly opened his eyes, a florascent light hitting his eyes from the roof. He blinked a few times so that the burning feeling in his eyes would go away, but it was nearly impossible, then he sat up. He was in an hospital room... Or something close to it? There was a serum needle in his wrist,on the other side there was an heart rate monitor, which was the cause of the beeping sound. "You're awake!" It was a woman's voice, wilbur turns his head to look at the woman speaking. The woman sat on the chair near his bed. "Where am I?" Wilbur asked, he really didnt know where he was and the confusion in his face was noticable. "You're at the Armed Detective Agency. You were found injured and unconscious somewhere near the Agency, a detective called Atsushi found you and bring you here. My name is Yosano Akiko, the doctor also the detective in this agency. What is your name sir may I ask?" Wilbur was more confused, injured? Agency? Detectives? Armed detective agency? Atsushi? What was all this, he couldn't understand he never heard of such an Agency before... Unless if he was somewhere he wasnt supposed to be or somewhere he didnt know. The first thing he thought after this was he could be in an another universe... "My name is Wilbur Soot. Thank you for taking care of me i guess?" He checked himself for any stitches or bandages but there wasn't any. And his past scars wasnt anywhere to be seen either, the bandages he used to have on were not there, it wasnt right. "You told me that I was injured but I dont have any stitches or any bandages... My old scars arent there either, are you lying or planning on something? What is this?" There was a slight anger and suspicion in his voice, he was being alert for any danger. Yosano just smiled and then let out a giggle. "Its thanks to my ability 'Thou Shalt Not Die.' which allows me to heal my patients which are on the brink of death, but lets not get into details for now" She explains basically. Wilbur started thinking, ability must be their other way to call powers, even though the name of her ability was weird and meaning at the same time. He took a breath to calm down and steady himself. "I understand" Wilbur says then continues. "Can you tell me... Where I'm like exactly, which country is this?" The question sounded weird to Yosano and she thought he was joking or something, but he was serious dead serious. So she had no other choice than to answer. "You're in Japan, Yokohoma..." She answered, Wilbur was shocked how could he even end up in Japan, how was it possible? "You aren't from here are you?" Yosano was also serious at this point. There wasnt any escape from this wilbur knew that very well, even if he did try to escape they would catch him eventually, and it would just make him look lika bad guy or something -not like he isn't, he always seen himself as a bad guy- Wilbur then replied with the complete truth. "Im infact not from here Miss Yosano. Its up to you to trust me but I'm telling the truth." Yosano wasnt really sure of this, but then someone spoke behind him. "He's telling the truth" Ranpo speaks up stepping into the room, in his hand there's a lolipop and his voice held a confidence in it which were always there. 

Yosano turns around to look at Ranpo, then behind him there was Dazai, hands in his pocket, standing confidently aswell, he usually slacks off from work but it seemed like he was interested in this case. "Yosano-san, can you leave us alone with this guy for a while?" Dazai says with a nice tone in his voice and smile in his face. "Sure Dazai, dont be harsh on him he just woke up" Yosano warns him as if it happend before, "Oh come on Yosano-san, You know I'm not kind of a person, you wound mee~!!" Dazai says pathetically and ironically. "Yeah of coursee" She stands up from the chair after saging that and exits the room. 

Dazai pulls another chair near Wilbur's bed and sits on it, crossing his arms and looking at wilbur with a smile. Ranpo also takes a seat near Dazai, the lolipop in his mouth and his eyes closed. Wilbur sits up, understanding that it will be a derious conversation, though he didnt know who they were or what would they ask. "I assume you're not here no reason, what are you gonna ask me?" Wilbur asks, he was as smart as both of them, well he literally directed a damn war. "You're in fact right Mr.Wilbur? Am I right?" Dazai replied. "Yes that is my name. Can we get to the point now?" Wilbur said, impatient. "Well if thats what you want... You're from another universe, I managed to deduct all that with my ability." Ranpo began speaking, showing off his deduction ability. "And what point you're trying to make?" Wilbur replied still impatient and careless about Ranpo's ability. "We're trying to say that... You dont have a place to stay, unsurprisingly. So we want you to join the agency" Dazai replied this time instead of Ranpo. Wilbur was shocked at this, really shocked, why were they asking him out of all people to join the agency. "You want me to join the agency? Why?" Wilbur asked curiously. And Ranpo answered "It was the president's offer to you, if you dont accept it then you're free to leave but if you do that would be a dumb decision." Wilbur thought about the offer, joining an agency? He wasnt suited for an agency, he was a bad guy after all he did bad things... Though he was kinda innocent in this universe right? He didnt do anything bad in here so maybe he had a chance to became better. Maybe there was atleast a bit good in him. "I'll accept your offer." Ranpo and Dazai smiled. They knew he was going to be put in an exam... A entrance exam. "Thats great! We'll lead you to the president's office after being sure you're all good. Rest well Mr.Wilbur" Dazai said this with a rather fake smile for some reason and left the room with Ranpo.

"What was with that tone and fake smile Dazai?" Ranpo knew the answer but he asked anyways cuz it would be funny to hear it from Dazai himself. "He looks like a copy of me that pissed me off, coats are my thing!" Dazai replied with this then they continued on walking Ranpo made fun of Dazai because of that...

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Dream didn't expect anything going wrong after beating up Tommy until he was dead, he had the revival book, he supposed to come back after he used the book. He had to. How couldn't it work? Dream was filled with anger, confusion, shock, fear. Fear, because if the others found out that he just entirely killed Tommy, he was fucked, he couldn't escape from it this time. Tommy wasn't here anymore... Dream managed to calm down and think with a right mind. If Tommy can't be revived, that means he is not in the Limbo, and that also means that he isn't dead, revival book cant make such a mistake after all. Tommy is not in this universe anymore, he traveled throughout this universe to other. This might be a total error... Or someone caused this...

Dream walked around the island to think of some solution, how to travel through universes and get Tommy back. But he just couldn't find a way, it was impossible for him to find a way out of nothing... "Maybe I could ask Dream XD?" Dream mumbled to himself, thats was the most closest thing possible. "That sounds right. I should go find him.." He said and walked to the portal that should lead him to nether and exit the exile place. 

He stood infront of the portal, but he felt like something wasn't right. There wasnt anything weird with the portal but he just felt like it. He sighed and pushed those thought from his mind, he doesn't have any other way to get out of the exile island without using the portal. He stepped into the portal...

It took longer than it should for him to teleport into the nether. When he stepped out of the portal... He realized something. He wasnt in the nether, not in the smp he knew either. He looked around confused. "I should go back into the portal." He turns around to get back into the portal but it was no longer there. "What the hell is this..." He mumbled to himself angrily once again. "I should check around here, maybe I'll find the portal back, or find a clue of where I'm." He again spoke to himself and started to walk to a random direction. The hall was full of doors, maybe it was an hotel? The walls were a light color close to yellow but like brown too a very light color which didnt make the place seem scary. He passed throughout the halls... He walked a bit more and saw people gambling. This may be a casino. He could think that he was in Las Nevadas casino but it was unlikely, the people didnt looked like they were from the smp. Even if they were foreigners he never seen anyone asian in the smp. He walked up to an worker; "Hi, Name's Clay, if thats okay may I see the owner of this casino?" He changed his name incase something happens. The worker was quiet surprised for him asking to see the owner, but he didn't refuse but told Dream to follow him.

They arrived at the owner's office, the worker knocked on the door. The answer was quick. "You can come in!" The worker tells Dream to wait outside until he can get permission to get inside. The worker gets in the office. "Sigma-san, there's a guest that would like to see you, may he enter the office?" Sigma which is sitting on his chair lifts his head and looks at the worker surprised. "Sure he can, but what's this guest's name?" Sigma asks simply. "He told me that his name was Clay, sir." And the worker answers. "You can leave now thank you for informing me, the guest can enter the office" Sigma replies with a nice smile, the worker leaves and after him Dream enters the office closing the door behind him. "Is there something you're not please with sir? Or is it something else?" Sigma asks politely, waiting for an answer, he looked like he would fix the issue immediately if Dream said so. "No its nothing like that actuall-" Before Dream could finish his sentence he was cut out with the door opening. He turns around to see who it is, it was a guy looks mid thirties or more maybe, he didnt looked that young but if he was being honest he didn't look that old too. He had a white hat and purple-ish hair. "Sorry to interrupt Sigma but its an important matter" The man stated and went near Sigma. Dream noticed the heavy Russian accent in his voice and how he was rolling the R's, if he had to admit it was quiet beautiful, the accent. "Dostoevsky I actually dont appreciate the way you just entered the room, can't this important matter wait? I have a guest here.." Sigma tried to delay the matter for a bit. "A guest hm?" Fyodor turns his head to Dream and look at him, inspect him from head to toe. Fyodor lets out a scoff and walks to the so called guest and stands infront of him as if he knew that Dream didnt belong here. "Tell me what's your name?" Fyodor asks looking straight into Dream's eyes. Dream understood fast what he was trying to do, he played it off cool and act confused of why he was getting questioned. "My name is Clay as I told the worker and Sigma-san here knows my name too? Do you know me from somewhere sir?" Dream was beings smart and successful with acting but Fyodor was smarter. "Sigma, can you leave us alone with this guest of yours, if you dont mind." Fyodor speaks to Sigma without looking at him. "Uh... Okay I guess.." Without questioning Sigma left Fyodor and Dream alone, he knew that Fyodor was smart enough to handle whatever was happening, if he questioned Fyodor wouldnt answer right away anyways, he knows Fyodor very well. "May you have a seat with me on these couches, Mr.Clay?" Fyodor asks or more likely suggests for them to sit together face to face on the leather couches. Dream doesn't refuse. "Yeah sure.." He keeps going on with the act. "Perfect" Fyodor only says this then goes to sit one of the couches, he sits down slowly, he shows the couch infront of him so that Dream would sit aswell and they would start talking. Dream goes ahead and sits aswell...

"You're not from here." Fyodor doesnt wait for any more time and starts the conversation with this, no doubt in his voice, he was sure. Dream was surprised at how fast Fyodor figured him out. "And how so? Why would you assume something such as that?" Dream replies, not letting his guard down, he leaned his back and he puts his leg on top of the other. "You don't look like someone from here. A normal person doesnt have that kind of bright green on their eyes, its almost like its neon green, no ability does that unless they're activated, but you dont have an ability either do you? You are in the sky casino but you're not in the guest list Sigma made, its a surprise that he didnt notice. You're not from japan, not even from this world. You're from another universe. Clay isnt your real name too." Fyodor explains all the suspicions he had, Dream had no chance to deny it and just smiled. A smirk forming in his face, and a giggle follows it. "I need to admit that you figured me out very quickly sir. Im not from here indeed. Clay isnt my real name, thats right. My name is Dream, I'm not from this universe. But it doesn't benefit you does it?" Dream says with that confident voice. "It infact doesn't benefit me. But if I come to think of it. You're no less smart, the act you pulled off almost tricked me earlier..." It was obvious that it wasnt the end of the sentence and it had a continue to it. "And what you're trying to mean by that? I see that you have an idea in your head bow dont you Dostoevsky?" Dream replies quickly. "What if I gave you an offer Dream? Since you're not in the world that you're supposed to be in it would be hard to live here, I can make it easier to live here" Fyodor had a plan but Dream couldn't figure out what was it. "My answer would change according to your offer Dostoevsky. Go on, what is your offer now?" Dream asked, he didnt wanted Fyodor to keep long to answer. And Fyodor did as Dream desired. "I want you to join the organization that I'm leading. I want you to join the Decay Of Angels. Would you accept it Dream? I would be very much disappointed if you refused. Its in a life time chance Dream." 

An organization... Dream thinks, the name was pretty but it definitely had a dark side to it. "I will accept it. But I have an feeling that this is an terrorist organization.." Dream asks the question to get an answer, he was sure that he was right with this conclusion. "It is an terrorist organization. Why, do you mind it Dream?" Fyodor replies, he knew that Dream definitely was not a saint either.

"No, I dont. I accept your offer Dostoevsky" Dream says with a smirk.. And Fyodor nods with a smile. "Perfect choice Dream. Welcome as a new member of the Decay Of Angels..."