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Smells Like Teen Spirit

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Tommy hadn’t forgotten about the discs.

At this point, his exile was basically over, Dream had been too busy with George to check on him and Tubbo was too tired of being basically alone to uphold it anymore (and he’d also been rambling about something to do with glitter bombs and duct tape and L’Manberg?).

But Dream still had the discs.

It was awful, almost horrifying that Dream still had Tommy’s property from back when L’Manberg was being founded.

“Tubbo, we’re breaking into Dream’s house!”