Bee Boi and Me | Dream Smp

Morning Sparring

I was jolted awake to the sound of my lovely alarm clock blaring in my ear. I groaned in annoyance, keeping my eyes shut as I rolled over under my comforter to bury my face inside my pillow. After a minute, I gave up and opened my eyes to the pitch dark room.

Fuck me.

I slowly sat upright and reached over to turn off my alarm clock before regretfully sliding out of the warm bed. I lit a flame with my flint and steel and placed it in a lantern, leaving it on my bedside table while blankly looking over the room.

It was a chilly morning, so I pulled a blue hoodie over my head and put on a pair of black leggings. Then, I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail and grabbed my sword from against the wall before exiting my house.

I was greeted by the cool morning air, watching the gray mist of my breath drift upwards as I exhaled. The air felt still and unmoving, and there wasn't even the slightest hint of a breeze blowing past. The early morning was eerily silent—almost frozen in time—as I creaked across the wooden platforms and out of L'Manberg.

The frosted grass felt crisp under my sneakers and sparkled pale white in color under the gentle moonlight. As I walked through the forest, I let my eyes drift across the landscape. The bare branches of the trees were coated in a thin layer of ice, reflecting the light onto the other trees and the forest floor.

As I approached the above ground entrance to Pogtopia, I found that Dream wasn't anywhere nearby. The sun was still barely visible over the horizon, so I assumed that I had arrived before him. I would just have to wait. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my mind.

I carefully climbed the large rock that hid the entrance—almost slipping on the icy surface—and situated myself so that I was laying on my stomach, my head propped on my elbows. I hoped that I was hidden from view as I rested my eyes and listened for when he would arrive.

Snap.

I slowly blinked my eyes open and then crawled slightly forward to peak over the top of the rock. Not much time had passed, but the sky was already much brighter and the clouds were lined with the light pink glow of the rising sun. Down below, I spotted Dream standing with his arms crossed and his axe strung across his back.

His right leg bounced in a steady rhythm as he looked in the direction of L'Manburg—waiting for me to arrive. I shifted my weight onto my arms and moved off my knees to be balanced on my toes before inching closer to the edge.

For once my shadow is behind me. Ha!

I pulled the strap of my sword's scabbard over my head and snugly tucked it over my right shoulder. Then, after glancing down one more time to check where exactly the masked man was, I pressed my palms into the edge.

"Surprise, motherfucker!" I shouted. I jumped off the edge, and at the last second, Dream flipped around and the beginnings of a yell escaped his mouth as I struck him head-on and sent the two of us flying into the grass. We tumbled in the grass for a few moments until I landed on top of him, staring at his smiling mask.

"What the fucking hell, (Y/n)?!" Dream exclaimed in shock from beneath me. I pushed myself off his chest and rolled off of his body while laughing. He dropped his head onto the ground and covered his mask with his hands, sighing loudly.

"That's what you get!" I laughed, "That's what you fucking get for scaring me all those times in the past—payback, asshole!" I sat upright and grinned at him as he slowly pulled himself back to his feet, brushing off his green sweater and black jeans.

"I was not expecting that to happen," he muttered as he rubbed the side of his head and ruffled his dirty blonde hair. "It's way too early for that kind of shit. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep on whining," I snickered, "So? Here I am. Sparring time, I suppose." I stood up and pulled the strap off my shoulder, then unsheathed my sword and threw the scabbard aside. It landed in the grass at the base of a nearby oak.

"Patience. Let me see your form first." Dream walked towards me until his mask was only inches away from my nose.

"Form?" I scoffed, "What am I—a toddler? My form is perfectly fine."

"We'll see about that. Show me your defensive stance if someone was about to attack you."

I raised an eyebrow at him and he held his hands out, signaling for me to just do it. I rolled my eyes as I held up my sword and set myself in position. "There. Happy?"

"Well, it's wrong," he tsked, walking a full circle around me, "Your grip is slightly off, and your stance has no center of balance. I can tell that you learned the basics on your own." He reached out and grabbed my sword with one hand and my wrist with the other, readjusting my grip.

"So what? I fight just fine, don't I?" I snapped back, "No one's going to look at my proper technique and go 'Oh my god, look at her perfect form—how will I ever beat her?' and then run away. Besides, I can probably beat everyone around her other than you."

He released my hand and laughed quietly. "Cocky much?"

I pursed my lips and ignored him, looking the other way.

"Little things can make a difference, (Y/n)," Dream continued, "By holding that grip instead, you'll have more stability while also having a wider range to maneuver your wrist. Then, about your stance. Feet wider apart and bend your knees a bit more. That'll give you better balance and more stability." He kicked my right foot with his own shoe, forcing it to move farther out.

"I don't see how this helps," I muttered in annoyance.

"Okay, want me to prove it? I can prove it to you. Go back to standing how you were before." He watched as I changed my stance to be how it was before he changed it. I looked over at him, silently asking what to do next.

He took a step forward and shoved my shoulders.

"Fucking bitch!" I swore loudly, stumbling backwards and waving my arms in wide circles in an attempt to keep my balance. He laughed again and crossed his arms.

"Not much balance, am I right?" He said, "Now do it my way."

I flashed an angry look at him while resetting my position. I separated my feet more than I was used to and bent my knees. He looked over me, and upon finding it satisfactory, he shoved me again. This time, I was ready for it and found that I kept my balance much easier.

"So?" He asked teasingly.

"Maybe it works, but it's not all that important," I replied unwillingly, "Can we just spar now?"

I almost imagined him smiling beneath his mask. "Yeah. We can spar now."

Dream grabbed his axe from behind his back and held it infront of himself. I held up my sword as well and narrowed my eyes. After a moment of silence, he made the first move and darted forwards. I side-stepped to the left and jumped out of reach of his axe, thrusting my sword at his stomach. He blocked it with the wooden handle and turned the axe head to swing around himself.

I dropped to the ground and rolled across the grass, jumping back up to my feet and slicing at his chest. He leaned back so my sword barely missed him and ducked my next swing at his head. I sprinted forwards and dodged his axe as it struck the dirt to my left.

Except, when I was almost within reach, he flipped to the side and grabbed my left arm. He pulled me off balance and I spun in a full circle, but by the time I came back to my senses he swung his axe again and I barely lifted my sword to block it. My sword flew out of my hands and landed a few feet away.

"Nice try, there," Dream commented, lowering his axe to his side, "You've got room for improvement." I exhaled angrily and walked over to grab my sword off the ground. When I turned back to look at him there was a spark of determination growing in me, and he curiously tilted his head to the side.

"Go again, bitch boy."

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A/n - Hey guys!!
Hope you liked the chapter (:
School's been kicking my ass lately but I'm still alive lmao and I'm ve fitting in some writing during my free time
Love y'all <33
~Echo