𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 2

Dream's POV:
As the competition continued passing, I spotted no sign of bright pink hair. Where was the guy? Did he opt out?

Scanning the crowd, my eyes fell on George and Sapnap, who began waving like madmen. I flashed a cheerful grin, before striking down yet again, another opponent. The crowd erupted into applause.

"I love you, Dream!" a feminine voice shouted from the audience. I glanced over to that direction, before flashing a charming smile. I heard the collective squeals of fangirls.

I love being popular.

Suddenly, there was another eruption of cheers, coming from the other side.

"Go Skeppy!" Bad shouted from behind me, I scowled a little.

Standing opposite from me, was Skeppy. His crisp, white shirt was still in pristine condition.

Observing his frame, he was shorter than George, with significantly less muscle-mass than the other contenders. "Must be speedy..." I observed.

I smirked, a curdle of thrill went through me. This will be fun.

Wilbur's POV:
The semi-finals were at hand. The winner of this battle challenges Techno. I watched from the balcony warily, observing the two contestants.

Skeppy was small, quick, and incredibly experienced. He had studied many forms of battle, and knows them by heart.

However, this Dream guy, was not in his skill set. Fluid and heavy, every strike was instinct, rather than some sort of technique. Unpredictable. He was a street fighter.

Skeppy lunged forward once more, swinging quickly, and fiercely. Without a second to spare, Dream blocked, before rotating toward him and striking his side.

He stumbled for a moment, clearly shocked. Recoiling, Skeppy advanced again, sending a sharp jab. Dream quickly sidestepped, before, striking his blade upwards, toward his opponent's hand.

With a yelp in pain, Skeppy's sword flew up, falling out of his grip. It landed beside him with a "CLACK!!"

"And that is it! Dream advances to the final round!" the announcer roared, beckoning to to the blonde in question. Skeppy watched, a little disbelieving, before just pouting. He walked toward his opponent. In a show of sportsmanship, they shook hands.

"You got me," Skeppy said, flashing a begrudging look, "Good luck on your next round."

And with that, the final act began. A figure stepped out from behind the curtain, cheers booming through the square. He pulled off his cloak, casting it to the side.

"INTRODUCING, 5 YEAR REIGNING CHAMPION! HIS HIGHNESS, TECHNOBLADE!"

Dream's POV:
My mouth hung in shock, processing who was before me. Pink, cottony hair, striking ruby eyes. Pale porcelain skin.

"No way..." I murmured, pointing to him, "you're the-"

He just smirked.

"You actually made it," he said, voice smooth as ever, "Too bad, you're gonna lose now."

He pointed his blade to me, flashing another smug look.

"Let's duel, pretty boy."

Third Person POV:
For a couple moments, they seemed evenly matched. Clacking of blades, expert dodges and blocks.

A quick parry here, a sharp slash there. The pace seemed to increase in speed with each passing second. The audience was watching intently, enraptured by the duel. It was almost like a dance.