The Rise and the Fall ~ A Dream SMP Story

Hate and Lies

Bees Pov

PRESENT TIME

I look out over the horizon. So much has happened today and I can't wait for it to be over. Normally I wouldn't trust Quackity or anyone who just showed up at our base. But something about him and his determination made me believe him. Maybe I was being stupid. But maybe I was right.

"Plan B. Plan bomb," Wilbur repeats happily. He smiles at Quackity, Tommy and I, who throw each other nervous glances. "Great. Get me the meeting with JSchlatt by friday. Thanks!" He cheers, running off. His eyes catch mine for the briefest moment, I can see the chaotic fire that burns inside him. It ratidates off him like smoke. It's the same black flame I saw burning inside Dream, the same flame I saw in myself that one time. I cringe at the thought of that darkness being inside me. I almost killed someone because of that flame. Though he would have deserved it. No one. NO ONE hurts my family.

I was your family once too.

Fundys words ring in my ears. I try to drown them out, wash them out, but they just get louder.

I was your family once too. Remember that next time you accuse someone of abandoning their family.

"You okay?" Quackity asks, pulling me out of my wandering mind. A genuinely concerned look crosses his face. Tommys looking at me too.

"Were in the middle of war, Wilburs going insane and Tubbos injured. I think I could be doing better," I laugh angrily. There's a long silence after my angered comment, making me feel a tad bit embarrassed for my outburst.

"Well I gotta go. I need to arrange a meeting." Quackity says with a sigh and a nervous laugh. I roll my eyes, that's going to be chaotic. Especially since Quackity and Schlatt literally just broke up a week ago. From what Quackity told us, it sounded like some fight. Lots of insults of course.

Quackity skips off into the woods around Pogtopia. I cross my arms, Fundys face and words still burned into my mind. Tommy walks up next to me.

"We'll get it back. I promise," He mumbles to me.

"You can't promise that." I say back, looking out at the huge forest around us. The entrance to Pogtopia right behind us.

"Too late," Tommy smirks.

"How are you so confident?" I question, my voice comes out as a whisper.

"I'm not."

That's all he says, so I drop the topic. I know he tries to be braver for Tubbo and I. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't act that way, just relax, go sleep and take a break. But I can't say anything because I'm exactly the same way.

"I think I should go keep an eye on Quackity, make sure he doesn't get cornered," Tommy says quietly. I nod, Tommy glances at me, I can see the concern in his gaze but I ignore it. He runs off in the direction of our old home. I sigh when I see his red and white tee shirt disappear into the woods.

I hear a swift brush of air behind me in that moment, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I pull out my axe and swing it behind me. My eyes find his mask instantly. My axe was at his throat. He laughs.

"You're getting better at this," Dream comments. I don't lower my axe, and glare at him. He pauses to take in my demeanor, knowing I'm not in the mood for his games.

"Why are you always sneaking around, Dream?" I hiss.

"It's fun to see what's happening in my kingdom," He shrugs. I go to lower my axe, remembering he saved Tubbo and that we can trust him but something about what he said makes me freeze.

"Your kingdom? It's not yours. You gave the crown to Eret, and even then, this is outside Dream SMP and L'manburg. It's no one's land," I hiss. Dream says nothing at my aggravated tone. Things in my mind start to align. "Erets just the image isn't he? You use him to play king even though you're the one with full control."

There's a moment of silence as everything starts to make sense. He's just a liar. He just wants power. I knew he couldn't be trusted.

I stare into his mask, hoping to read his expression, but it's blocked by the thin plastic.

"You- you're a liar. You're not here to help us. You just want Wilbur to destroy the one thing that threatens your power!" I yell angrily. I knew it. I fucking knew it. He didn't heal Tubbo because he cares, he did it to gain our trust.

I shook my head and ran my free hand through my hair stressfully. My head was spinning. I fucking knew it.

Suddenly a heavy weight pushed against my axe, I looked back at Dream to see his axe against mine. I lost my rhythm and stumbled backwards. Dream swung, his axe flying through the air, inches from my face. I swiped at his feet hoping to knock him off balance but he expected it, jumping upwards, missing the blow. Anger pumped through me like blood, fueling my swings. But because of that, my swings were strong but sloppy, while Dream was calm and controlled. He sliced down but I caught the axe with mine inches in front of my face, holding it up. The force of Dream pushing down made me stumble to my knees, but I still kept the axe away from my face.

"Give up and I won't hurt you," Dream says, his voice clear and demanding.

"No," I breathe. I hear Dream sigh and more pressure is pushed down on his axe, it inches closer to my nose as I am unable to hold it back any longer. I struggle with it, pushing as hard as I possibly can, but my arms give out. My eyes snap closed.

When nothing happens I open them slowly. Dreams axe less than an inch from my nose. He just stares down at me, unamused. I breathe heavily, regaining my loss of breath.

"I hate you," I growl under my breath.

"I know."

He stares at me for a moment longer before turning on his heel and walking off, before throwing a pearl and disappearing.

"How did talking with Schlatt go?" I ask as Tommy and Quackity walk in. Quackity laughs.

"Not good. He wants nothing to do with us." Tommy groans. He glares at the floor. He makes a quizzical face before looking up at me. "He kept asking about Tubbo."

"Huh? Why?" I ask.

"We have no clue." Quackity shrugs. He looks me over, noticing my annoyed stance. His eyes stop at my hands where a red line digs into both my hands from where I was holding up my axe to block Dream. The pressure must've left bruises on my palms.

"What happened?" Quackity asks.

"Dream," I growl. Tommys eyes widened.

"But he healed Tubbo. Why would he-"

"He's not who you think he is. He's a liar who seeks power. He just wants Will to blow up the one thing that poses a threat to him."

I explain to them what happened, they both sit there listening, their expressions changing between surprise and anger.

"Well that means he's not on our team anymore," Quackity points out.

"We need more people. We need to get ready for war." Tommy states.