Champion ~ Book 1

Chapter 4

"Dream, you're an idiot," Dream looked up to see Karl and narrowed his eyes. He didn't really like this guy, although he really hadn't talked to him that much. "You just angered Technoblade, now you've lost this fight." 

"If you have a problem with me, then please let's go have a fight," Dream growled. "Let's go, Karl. Let's go to the practice room with some axes and we'll see who wins. Who are you to judge my fighting skills when I doubt you can even hold an ax properly," Karl looked slightly offended but said nothing for a moment.

"Fine, I can just get another champion," Karl muttered. 

"Don't treat me like some item," Dream snapped. "You can't just trade me,"

"Yeah, yeah I can," Karl said. "But I'm not going to because you're actually a decent fighter,"

"Decent?" Dream scoffed. "I don't mean to brag..." He said. "But Technoblade and I had a little fight and he ended up getting dragged out of the room." Karl sighed and turned around without a word. "Goodbye to you too," Dream called sarcastically. Karl said nothing and walked away, leaving Dream alone with the man guarding his cell. 

"Maybe you can put some of that spite into the arena," The guard commented gruffly. It took Dream a moment to realize the man speaking was Chris. He didn't mind Chris, he seemed like a decent guy, but maybe that was only because 'owning' the champion made his life easy. 

"Maybe," Dream muttered, glancing at the window. He spotted two people fighting, this time they were both women. One was wearing pink and black while the other had white and orange. The white one was winning, landing blow after blow with her diamond blade. When do I get to be part of that diamond class? Dream wondered. He'd had eight fights so far and he'd won every single one of them. It had been a few days since he'd fought Technoblade and every day since then he practiced in the practice room with Chris, Chandler, or another guard. Karl never really showed up, probably because he was afraid Dream would hurt him, which was not an unreasonable fear. 

"You know, you might actually beat him if you keep practicing as hard as you have been," Chris commented. 

"I don't know," Dream muttered. 

"People love you, you're the fastest climbing contender in our entire history," Chris said. I have fans? Dream thought. He'd never really considered that, although it had only been nine or ten days since he'd got here. "I'd trade you for Technoblade but I'm friends with him," Dream said nothing for a moment. "You might not beat him, he's really good, but people will remember you, and that's more valuable than winning every single fight."

"I don't care, I just want to go home," Dream muttered. "I miss my friends," Chris said nothing for a while. 

"You know, Karl is actually a really nice guy, he's just afraid of you," Chris said hesitantly. Obviously, he didn't want to acknowledge that Dream didn't like it here. 

"Why doesn't Technoblade try to escape, doesn't he have family or friends?" Dream asked.

"He doesn't have any family," Chris said after a moment. "He was orphaned at a young age and he never talks of any friends." Dream said nothing. That's sad. He thought. "He never used to talk to anyone besides me and sometimes the guards, I'm surprised he talks to you,"

"Huh..." Dream muttered. 

"You have to fight again in a bit, if you win two more fights you get to move up a rank and start fighting some diamond guys," Chris said. "Then five more and you fight Technoblade,"

"Oh," Dream said. 

"Give Karl a chance," he added. "He's a good guy,"

"Fine," Dream sighed.

"Try to be less... terrifying," Dream chuckled at Chris's words. 

"I'm terrifying?" He laughed. 

"I'm sorry, have you seen your mask?" Chris said.

"It's a smiley face," Dream said.

"Yeah, it's freakishly simple," Chris said. "You can never tell what emotion that smile actually is. Is it happy? Is it annoyed? Is it internally screaming? We'll never know because it just smiles," 

"I guess I never thought of it like that," Dream chuckled.

"Have you thought of doing anything to your armor?" Chris asked.

"No, not really," Dream sighed. "Leather looks good to me,"

"Yeah," Chris said. "Techno's the same way. You should see some people, bright pink, purple and orange, neon yellow. Gosh," He paused. "We should get going to the arena, your on in a few minutes," 

"Alright," Dream said reluctantly. Chris and another guard led him down the halls toward the door that he was usually sent out of. He entered the room, taking an iron sword from Chris, and finding his armor hanging on the wall. He took it and put it on, turning to face the iron door.

"Alright, back here for another fight!" The announcer called after a few minutes. "On the right side, we have one of our favorite fighters, Dream!" Dream stepped into the light, squinting as the golden rays beat down on him. "And on the left, one of our newest fighters..." Dream eyed the iron door, twisting his blade in his hand and waiting for whoever was going to come from behind it. The moment Dream saw the blue shirt and dark blue armor, he froze, recognizing this newcomer at once. "GeorgeNotFound!"

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