Bee Boi and Me | Dream Smp

Threatened

"You alright, (Y/n)?" Tommy asked, standing beside me, "Quackity's been a real dick the past few days. I told him off a few times but he just got even more mad."

"I'm fine, Tommy, don't worry. Quackity doesn't bother me at all," I told him, "I'm just happy that you, Tubbo, and Wilbur still trust me. No one else matters."

"Okay, everyone, listen up!" Wilbur shouted, clapping his hands. This was the first time Pogtopia was gathered together since the day Dream switched sides and Quackity accused me of being a traitor. I had spent the last couple days gathering resources with Tubbo, trying to keep away from the base as much as possible.

"This is it. The day we've been waiting for is upon us," Wilbur stated, "Tomorrow at dawn, we will fight to take back what is rightfully ours. To take down Schlatt. To restore Manberg to its former glory, to become L'Manberg once more." I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Tubbo. He stepped in between Tommy and me, and I struggled to hold back a laugh when Tommy glared at Tubbo for being late.

"For the past months, we've gathered supplies and readied ourselves for war. Schlatt barely has anyone on his side anymore, other than Dream and his allies. We're ready to finally end Schlatt's tyrannical reign over Manberg," Wilbur told us. Everyone voiced their agreement, and Wilbur smiled triumphantly.

"We've got a big day ahead of us," he added, "Finish your final preparations, and we'll meet outside the tunnels tomorrow morning." Tubbo and I left Tommy behind, who wanted to talk to Wilbur, and raced over to the storage room.

"Come on, Tubbo, hurry up!" I said, bouncing up and down, "We have so much to do before tomorrow!" Tubbo was struggling to fit the key into the lock, but the door wouldn't open no matter how many times he tried.

"I know, (Y/n), I'm trying! I'm trying, but you're not helping right now!" He groaned, "You give it a shot, it's impossible! I think Wilbur gave me the wrong key." I stifled a laugh and took the key from his hand. I shoved it into the hole and turned it, the click of the lock echoing in the empty hall. I turned back towards him and smirked at his shocked expression.

"You were turning it the wrong way, Tubbo," I told him. I handed the key back to him, and he slipped it into his pocket. We hurried into the storage room and began searching through all the chests and sorting the materials into backpacks. Wilbur had tasked us with distributing supplies to all of the Pogtopians and had given us a list of what each person would need.

"Where are the healing pots?" Tubbo asked me, glancing through the potion chests, "(Y/n), I can't find them. Didn't Fundy make a whole batch of them the other day?" I hummed to myself for a second, glancing over Wilbur's list.

"Yeah, I remember he did," I replied, "Then didn't Tommy say he would bring them to the storage room? Shit, it's probably still in the brewery. Give a minute, I'll go grab them." Tubbo nodded, and I handed the list of supplies to him. I quickly jogged down the hall, turned a corner, and slipped inside the brewery room, wrinkling my nose.

It was one of my least favorite rooms in Pogtopia, since it smelled of all the different things used in the potions. Shelves lined the walls with all sorts of ingredients in jars, from nether warts to spider eyes.

"(Y/n)! There you are," Fundy called out, walking over to me, "I was just about to run these over to you. I was looking through my stock and realized that Tommy never gave you the healing pots." He handed me a medium sized box, and inside were about a dozen glass bottles with sparkling pink liquid inside.

"Thanks, Fundy, we were looking for these," I said with a smile.

"Your welcome! There's another two boxes of them in the back, so just let me know if you need any more," Fundy offered. I thanked him again and stepped outside, thankful to be out of the horrid room. I didn't understand how Fundy could handle all the different scents all at once; it was revolting.