Who Lies in the End?

Ch 40: 11 "I think it's because he's a good person"

art by: Ariineko

"Iron armor, diamond swords, shields, two fire resistance each, gold shoes, gold ingots, rations," Ranboo rambled off the list of items scribbled on a paper, "I think that's everything."

As Ranboo paced the floor, Dream, Tubbo, Sapnap, Fundy, and George were all donning the gifted armors and double-checking their own list. Bad, Karl, and Sam were off to the side having a heated discussion, but they kept their voices quiet so no one could hear.

Sapnap nodded to himself as he slung his bag over his shoulder, "All good here, but I thought you said we'd be getting diamond armor?"

Ranboo folded the note and tucked it into a journal, "The diamond set needs just a little more time before it's ready; however, this should be good enough to get us to the Bastion."

"I think we'll be fine," Tubbo added, "Besides, we're only going in for a couple of things."

"Well, I figured, while we were in there, I could stock up on supplies," Fundy stood up from the chair and walked over towards Tubbo, "My supplies are getting low, and I need to keep them stocked.

"There are five of us, it shouldn't be that hard," Tubbo nodded his head as he glanced around the small party.

"Six actually," Ranboo cut in, "I'm going with you."

Tubbo's blue eyes narrowed in confusion, "But I told you I could get the things you need, that way you could work on the armor."

"I asked that he join us," Dream spoke up as he fastened his green cloak over the iron armor, "The Piglins are dangerous at the best of times, and if Ranboo already has some sort of reputation with them, then it will help us greatly."

Ranboo smiled at Tubbo who still looked concerned, "See, trading countless times with the Piglin has finally paid off."

"But- I- You" Tubbo stumbled over his words, but no coherent sentences were made.

"It'll be fine, Tubbo," George offered him a smile as he fastened his sword at his side, "Besides, it'll be nice to have all of us going to the Nether."

George began to walk past the small party, intent to head towards the door, but he was stopped as he felt his small circlet being lifted off his head. When he turned around to see who took it, his chocolate eyes saw Dream spinning the jewelry in his hands.

"We're going to the Nether, do you really need to wear this?" Dream asked as he hung it off one of his fingers.

"Give it back, Dream," George huffed, "Even if I'm away from the village, I still have to hold my status."

When George tried to grab the circlet, Dream pulled it out of his reach, "You're going to be wearing a helmet. How is anyone going to be able to see it? Who is going to be able to see it?" he smiled as he stared down at George's frustrated expression.

"I'm not going to wear a helmet. That's going to be the gold I wear so the Piglins don't attack me on sight," he crossed his arms, not willing to play Dream's game of keep-away.

Dream shook his head, "That's a dumb idea."

George's eyes flickered with mirth, but was quickly covered with a stoic expression, "You know what's also a dumb idea? Stealing a nobleman's crown."

Dream smirked behind the ceramic mask as he mocked the brunette, "And what are you going to do about it?"

The edge of George's lips twitched into a smirk before he reached forward and grabbed the front of Dream's cloak. One swift tug pulled Dream down until the ceramic mask was mere inches from George's smug face. Grey eyes blinked while Dream's heart fluttered at the playful look in those rich ochre eyes. He didn't fight as the circlette was swiped from his fingers.