Champion ~ Book 1

Chapter 16

Phil? Dream stared at the man in front of him. He had blond hair and blue eyes and he didn't look very confident. 

"Let him go!" Technoblade demanded from the balcony. "You said if I stayed here you'd let him go!" 

"Times change, Technoblade," MrBeast hissed. Techno snarled and looked like he would actually kill the man when a different man that had been standing on the balcony grabbed him and shoved him back inside. Dream could just make out dark brown hair and realized that must be one of MrBeast's new friends. He was taller than Technoblade and managed to shut him inside. Dream could hear him slamming his fists against the doors up to no avail did they open. 

"Phil?" Dream muttered, turning to look nervously at the guy he was supposed to fight. "Techno said you were dead,"

"I've been locked away for five years," Phil said hoarsely. "They've just been waiting for the perfect time to use me against him," He nodded to the balcony where Technoblade was still trying to fight his way outside. Technoblade will never forgive me if I kill him. Dream realized. But... he did kill George... Dream thought, weighing his options. If he said he wouldn't kill Phil they'd send Techno in and he would most definitely choose his friend over Dream, but if he killed him he'd avoid all those problems and have more time to try and escape. And he killed George, this is the perfect revenge... Dream said nothing for a while.

"Let the fight begin!" MrBeast yelled. Dream hesitated for a moment and Phil didn't attack him. Should I kill him? Dream thought. He could hear Techno struggling faintly and he remembered the pain of losing George and having to watch him die. Dream shivered slightly, he didn't want to do that to someone just over a vendetta. But if he didn't then Technoblade would kill him... either way I die. Dream thought. If I kill him Technoblade will kill me, if I don't kill him Technoblade will kill me. I can't win! Dream thought, noticing his hands were now moist with sweat. "In five seconds we're sending someone out to finish the fight!" MrBeast called. Dream glanced at the balcony where he could just see Technoblade giving him what looked like a death glare and shivered. 

"I can't win..." Dream muttered to himself. Phil didn't say anything and looked up at Technoblade who shook his head slowly. 

"Alright," MrBeast called. "Send in Tubbo," Tubbo? Dream thought, confused. "One rule, only two people can leave the arena! Tubbo will kill one of you!" Is Tubbo a good fighter? Dream wondered. I guess I'll find out... He watched the third iron door open to reveal a man in a dark green sweater with a diamond ax and unpainted leather armor. As Tubbo neared him Dream realized that he was just a kid. 

"Hello, sorry about this," Tubbo said with a sad smile. Dream didn't want to laugh, this wasn't the place for jokes, but... this kid didn't stand a chance against the two guys. Only two people can leave this arena, MrBeast never said which two. Dream swung his sword at Tubbo, catching the young man off guard and causing him to stumble a bit. 

"No, I'm sorry," Dream muttered, lashing out again and catching Tubbo on the side. Tubbo yelped and fell backward. He's no better than Tommy. Dream thought, lashing out again and knocking Tubbo's ax out of his hands. Tubbo's amber eyes were wide with fear as Dream lashed out a final time and he hesitated a moment from killing him. He's just a kid... Dream thought, his blade hovering only inches from Tubbo's neck. He didn't do anything wrong. Dream remembered Technoblade tossing his blade on the ground and walking away, sparing him. He remembered how afraid he felt with Techno staring down at him, probably thinking what Dream was thinking right now. 

"Tubbo!" Dream glanced up briefly to see the man that had locked Technoblade out of the balcony leaning over the edge of the rail as if debating whether to jump or not. "Don't kill him! He's just a kid!" 

"Wilbur!" Tubbo cried, not taking his fearful gaze away from Dream. 

"Kill him or kill Phil, Dream," MrBeast called. The man Tubbo had called Wilbur turned to glare at him and after a moment he opened up the door holding Techno back. At once Technoblade ripped the mic from MrBeast's hand and glared fiercely at him.

"This fight is over!" He yelled. Dream didn't hesitate to pull his sword away, glancing quickly at Phil, before walking toward the door he'd come out of. Technoblade turned to look at Wilbur before dropping the microphone and leaving the balcony. Dream hurried to the iron door and vanished back inside to see Tommy staring past him out at Tubbo who still hadn't gotten up. 

"Is- is he ok?" Tommy stammered, turning to stare at Dream.

"He's fine, just some scratches," Dream muttered. 

"Don't touch my friends!" Tommy snarled, suddenly looking angry.

"Then don't send them to kill me!" Dream snapped, marching away. He yanked open the door and headed back to his cell, closing the door behind him and turning to look out the window. Phil was gone now and Tubbo was just starting to get to his feet shakily. He hobbled away from the arena and vanished into the door he had come out of, leaving the crowd speechless and MrBeast probably very angry.