The Cost Of Power

The meeting the fight and the mask

OK, real quick note before this long ass chapter: POV switches just mean you see the persons thoughts, nothing more. So just a really loose version of a POV switch really. Also none of the music has anything to do with what is happening, I just like the songs and thought you guys would too. And I have so many time skips I just gave up on calling them that. Anyway, enjoy my bad writing.

TW: Swearing, a LOT. That's all, bye.

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"Both of you follow me." The man unlocked the door and motioned them to follow him.

"Are we going to the outdoor or the indoor arenas?" a6d asked practically skipping with joy. Dream slowly stopped paying attention to a6d's ramblings as he got lost in his thoughts.

 He's acting strangely friendly and warm to him. I wonder if this is an effect of Dr. Darryl's power. If it is then I have to figure out what it is and fast. I don't trust him, something doesn't seem right...

"Dream...? Earth to Dream. DREAM!" Dreams snapped back to reality after a6d yelling to his face.

"Huh...? W-what's going on?"Dream looked confused. 

"We're here. We're at the arenas." Dr. Darryl looked at dream with a bored expression. "a6d your arena is B7 and Dream your arena is A7." a6d practically sprinted into his assigned arena but Dream froze as he felt a sudden wave of nervousness and anxiety wash over him and completely engulf all of his previous feelings of excitement and anticipation.

  Oh god what if he hates me? What is he going to think of me? Do I look decent? WHY AM I SO NERVOUS?! WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT THIS?! ALL I'M SUPPOSED TO DO IS SPAR SOME KID. WHY AM I FEELING LIKE THIS?  What if someone's reading my thoughts? STOP THINKING AND JUST MOVE. MOVE GOD DAMN IT! MOVE!!! 

Dream groaned and walked into the room. He was met with a boy maybe an inch or two shorter than himself, he had chocolate brown eyes, short brown hair and he had two strange boxes on his head. One behind each ear and both had a black cords running along his cheeks and down his neck to his collar bone. He also had a band around his arm that looked strangely similar to a6d's shock collar. "Um... Hi?" Dream said taking a step toward the boy.

"Uh, hi. Are you Dream? Dream WasTaken?" 

"Yeah, I'm your new sparring partner I guess." Dream shifted his feet. There was a long awkward silence that filled the room and lasted a good 10-15 seconds. Just then Dream heard the door open and he turned to look. A man in a Navy blue suit walked in. He was carrying a wooden box the had the training camp symbol burned on it.

"Here are your support items Dream, I apologize on behalf of Dr. Darryl. He was meant to give you and a6d your items before you got here." The man handed Dream the box and turned to leave the room.

I wonder if he put flash grenades in here or if he just put the smoke bombs.

Dream opened the box and took out the bombs and a holder for them. The bombs were about the size of ping pong balls, he also took out a few outfits from the box.

"Do you two remember the rules?" The speaker boomed sending a shiver to run down Dreams spine.

"Yes."  they both said in unison.

"Well I'm going to remind you anyways seeing as Dream you traumatized your last cross-sparring partner and George you made your last opponent half deaf." Both of them looked away as they remembered their past mistakes. "Rule one, you can not kill nor hospitalize your partner. Rule two, you can only use your ultimate attacks once during your fight. And finally rule three, you can't permanently damage your opponent. Physically, mentally or emotionally. Got that?"