Dream SMP OneShots

Chapter 18 - Fight for His Life

Fight for His Life/Dreamwastaken\Type: AngstShip(s): NoneWord Count: 1490Notes:Sad DreamAlive!Wilbur AUDream – 13Wilbur – 15Techno – 17Phil – 28Doesn't take place in the SMP-----------------------------------------------

They were preparing, much like everyone else in the neighbouring areas. All gathered, training and preparing for the war to come. "Are you sure he can do this? Are you sure he can win?" asked the pinkette, watching as the blonde – his father who was the leader of their little group, their little family – paced, eyes trained on the ground as he did so.

"I'm positive," the man replied, glancing over to his son with his piercing blue eyes. "He's trained long and hard for this, and I'm sure he feels the same way." The pinkette nodded, knowing who he meant. The youngest of their little quartet, their little anarchy group. The youngest was secretive, very secretive, and though he said he trusted the other three members of their group they knew otherwise. He didn't trust them, and the three men didn't think he ever would.

"He's only a boy," pointed out another male who had soft, thick brown hair, leaning against the table as his father collapsed into a chair with a heavy sigh. "He hasn't even seen his fifteenth birthday yet, Phil!"

Phil sighed tiredly, looking out the window to where the boy in question was training. His attacks were precise, as if he were fighting for his life. At this point? He might as well have been. The kid had been through so much to the point where he had change, drastically. Phil wasn't sure if there was any way the kid could redeem himself. But if there was, he would help him at the drop of a hat. He shouldn't have to go through any of this on his own.

"Phil, what do we do?" the hybrid asked, trying to hide the fact that he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm not sure, Techno," Phil replied, refusing to take his eyes of the training boy, his mind going back to when he was a little lad, back when the world was a much better place. He was an outgoing child once he got used to people, but then he suddenly changed one day. The little boy Phil had helped and watched grow up had changed from the loving and kind kid into a hate-filled, manipulative boy. Phil didn't know what happened, and he wasn't too sure if he could stomach it either.

"Phil, we have to do something to help him!" the brunette exclaimed, hands now resting on the table as he leaned against it, shoulders shaking from anger. "They want him dead." His voice was a mere whisper as he uttered the words he wished weren't true. "They want Dream dead, Philza..."

"I know, Wilbur, I know," Phil admitted, eyes watched his sons' expressions before looking back to the boy training in the outskirts of the forest.

Wilbur hated this feeling, this feeling of helplessness as he watched the boy he grew up with train so that he could win a fight that would decide whether he lived or died. It hurt; it really did. Wilbur could do nothing but watch as the boy he came to call his brother fought for his life against the people they had once called family.

"I know how you feel, Techno, Wil," Phil assured, watching as his sons' shoulders shook fiercely. "But there's nothing we can do. Sure, we can assist him now, but when he's out there fighting? We can merely watch, and that's all we can do." Sighing, the two brothers finally agreed. They already knew there was nothing they could do; they just didn't want to admit it. The duo was in denial, a false feeling of ignorance as they watched their little brother train his heart out. They both wanted to help, they truly did, but knew they couldn't interfere with fate. Even Techno, an atheist, knew that.
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Dream was huffing and panting as he continued to attack the tree he had deemed his target. He had to win this, he had to survive this battel. For Philza, for Technoblade, for Wilbur, for himself, for his family. They're always there for him, yet as of recently he hasn't been there for them as much as he used to and it was starting to weigh him down slightly.

"You're too far forward," a voice broke through his thoughts, one he recognized immediately. Turning around, the trainee was met with the chocolatey eyes of his older brother – Wilbur. Said boy made his way over to the younger lad and started to adjust his stance with a stick he had picked up. "There. Try it out." He announced when he had finished adjusting Dream's position. Dream did as he was told, eyes widening when the slash with his sword was easier to do.

"Thanks, Wilby," Dream thanked, smiling at his brother who ruffled his curly, dirty blonde locks which had been tussled by the slight gale passing through the area. As the two finished up the training session, they headed back inside to the warm cottage, the fireplace crackling and the smell of freshly baked cinnamon biscuits attacking their nostrils, but they were fine with it because this was home.
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Three hours. That's all Dream had until he had to fight for his life. He was scared, terrified. I mean who wouldn't be? You're having to fight for your life and if you lost, well, you were dead, and your group would have to burn your body. But if you won, then your group was guaranteed a peaceful life.

"You ready, kid?" Phil asked, hands on the boy's shoulders. He knew, deep down he knew, that Dream wasn't going to come back. They all knew that. It's how they lost the only woman in their group. She had been assigned one of these 'life or death' challenges and lost, losing her life. The two boys – as Dream was far too young to remember it – had sobbed their hearts out as they watched their mother's body burn in the fiery pit that the council had created for their group.

"Yeah," Dream replied, smiling up at the man who he looked to as his father. "And I'll make sure to win!" Phil smiled sadly, pulling the boy close to his chest as tears spilled down his cheeks. He knew he wouldn't return, the challenges were too difficult. It didn't make sense to him, though. Why would the council choose their youngest member and not him or Techno? It just didn't add up. Suddenly the horn blew, signalling it was time for the challenge to start.

The father-son duo pulled away, Dream grinning up at his father. "Make me proud," Phil whispered, kissing the top of his youngest son's head, and watching as he ventured into the ring, ready to fight for his fate. A detrimental fate.
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An hour. That's how long the battle had been going on for, an hour. Dream was good, the council couldn't deny that. It was one of the reasons why they had to get rid of him. That, and they knew that if they made it look like he had died they'd be able to make him the perfect pawn. Phil, Wil, and Techno all watched in anticipation as the boy jumped from boulder to boulder, dodging and dealing out critical attacks. They were excited, that was until they heard the scream of one of the members from another group, a boy named Ranboo.

Phil looked out fearfully, and his heart stopped.

There, stood upon the blood covered boulder, stood a boy. A boy with dirty blonde hair, a green hoodie, which was splattered with blood, and a sword in his limp right hand. In his left, however, he held the prize – his opponent's head. Dream had won.

Thundering applause reigned from all around the stadium, chanting following soon after. Phil, Wil, and Techno were frozen, shock, happiness, and relief rushing them all at once. Philza – wanting to make sure what he was seeing was real – ran out to the ring. Dream's eyes scanned the arena, looking for his group – his family. That's when his eyes landed on Phil running towards him, Techno and Wil not too far behind him.

A smile growing on his face, the thirteen-year-old boy jumped down from the blood covered boulder he once stood upon and raced towards them, dropping the sword and head of his opponent in doing so. Once he was close enough, he jumped into his father's arms, hugging him tightly and hiding his face in his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you," the blonde murmured, holding the boy closer, "So, so proud of you, Buddy."

Ever since that day, Dream had been dubbed as 'Youngest Champion'. And it was nice, a nice reminder. But what made their victory better was the fact that they got to watch the council destroy their fire pit. The rest of their years were good, from their victory to their leader's death. They had a good run.