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𝐢𝐱 - 𝐛𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬

chapter ix , bee boy blues

       "Y/N, CAN WE TALK?"

       Tubbo stopped me in the mines.  I tighten the grasp on my pickaxe in hand.  The boy in front of me took a deep breath.

       "The thing that happened with Dream," he knows. "are you okay?"

       "I..." I slowly shook my head, shrugging. "I don't know if I'll be okay right after someone tried to hunt me down and kill me, but thank you for stepping in."

       "Always. It's a no-brainer." He replied, tossing the additions of what I said to the side. His fists tightened. "I swear to god that bastard never has enough of anything. He always feels that he is owed something—that the world owes him something."

       "That seems like him," I muttered.  "Was Dream the one that killed me before?"

       "Yes," Tubbo was not eager to speak of this.  "It seems he wants to do it again."

       Wants to do it again...it sends shivers down my spine. It was a close call that time. Miraculously, Tubbo was there, otherwise I would've been long dead. So what do I do next time? Tubbo isn't going to be there next time—and what stops Dream from killing him too?

       I shook my head.

       No.  No I can defend myself come next time.  They said that I brought him enough annoyance to kill me, and that didn't happen for at least a few months.

       I could hold my own.

       I can hold my own.

       I just don't want to involve deaths that could have been avoided.

 

       "Are you really going to side with them?" Dream enquired.  Citrus cakes paired with earl grey in Niki's bakery—the most wonderful place to discuss this controversial political topic. 

Dream had a messenger deliver a message to me on the borders. The letter stated in bold print to not alert the rest of this rendezvous. I agreed to it halfly. Besides, if this meeting went in a not-so-great direction, I can always tell them. Dream must be expecting me to anyways if I hadn't already.

       "I suppose I am," my silver spoon sliced through the spongy texture of the tangerine cake.  The whipped cream left a mark on my plate.  I flew the spoon to my mouth.  It tasted like an orangey divine.  "I mean, is there a reason I should join DreamSMP? I don't see much of a need to. It looks like you guys have all the people you need."

It's sunny out, yet stormy in my heart. There is a disheartening sensation buried deep down in the pit of my stomach.