Fee, fi, foe, fum
Taylor giggles, “Fee, fi, fo, fum! I smell the-“ Her voice drops slightly- “the bones of an English man.”
Timeskip to c!tommy in the vault,
Tommy unexpectedly stops short of his chase against Dream, throwing his axe back against his back. He steps away from Dream, before singing is heard from an unfamiliar feminine voice.
“I’m the queen of the castle, get down you dirty rascal-“ The voice seems to be coming from a translucent, ghostlike figure behind Tommy.
“Get down.” And it takes a second for everyone there to realize it’s Tommy speaking, and, if looks could kill, Dream would be under bedrock.
The singing starts back up again, except this time, it’s a much deeper voice.
“Fee, fi, fo, fum- crossbows, swords-“ This is where Dream backs up a bit, subconsciously intimidated- “and a bottle of rum.”
The unfamiliar voice speaks again, this time much, much rougher, “Heave, hi, ho, hum.”
“No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum,” Tommy spits bitterly.
“From the dawn of the day,”
“To the drowning of the sun,”
In unison, their voices harmonizing, as Tommy takes out his sword “No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum”
The ghost figure giggles, flickering to a younger form for a moment, before going back to how it was.
And as Tommy charges ahead, sword in tow, Dream only has a moment of reflection (How did we get here, from exile?) before his chest heaves backward, and he knows no more.