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[mattynmarns]

jumpscare dream spotted in my work trainings

[dingbatnix]

Bees

So I was watching the video where Sapnap played minecraft while in a room full of bees...aaand it gave me an idea! A wonderful idea, if I do say so myself! So, I got started on writing it, and here we are!

(Reference drawing pending...) (It's here now but I'm too lazy to change the text xD)

Also, much thanks to @da3dm for helping me proofread it and all that!

Soooo, without futher ado, here it is!

Word Count: 5,308

Warnings: Brief description of injury, Brief description of blood, ect.

Sapnap grinned. He'd finally managed to swat one! The bigger green one, to be more precise. It was buzzing around his ears, as the duo of bees usually did to torment him, and then bam! Sapnap had been fast enough to smack the annoying thing out of the air with his hand. It flew through the crowded space of his garden house before bouncing onto the cluttered surface of his workbench with an audible ‘tuk.’

Sapnap huffed, grin widening as he wiped his palm off on the side of his jeans. He got one! Finally! Now he just needed to squish the other one, and everything would be great! Since there were only two bees that would buzz around his head and terrorize him almost every time he had to go into the garden house (which was every day, his tomatoes needed constant maintenance), and he had just gotten rid of one, he only had the other little pest left to squash!

A weak moan came from the worktable, catching Sapnap’s attention. Bees can moan? He hesitantly peered down at it’s little crumpled body, curious, but also cautious. He didn’t want it to fly up to his face and attack him, after all.

He’d never gotten a really good look at either of the bees that would harass him, other than quick glances. They usually zipped around way too fast, but now…

The coin-sized bee looked human, more human than Sapnap would have thought was possible. (Sure, he had some experience with hybrids, but, he knew, he knew, that they couldn't get this small. They couldn't be as small as his freaking thumbnail. So, the bees couldn't be hybrids. It wouldn't be possible. It wouldn't.) Four slightly crushed gossamer bee wings protruded out from the back of a green-and-darker-green striped hoodie. A huge tear split one of it’s wings almost all the way in half. Small antenna stuck out from fluffy blond hair, hanging above an incredibly human-like, miniature freckled face. The extra eye on each cheekbone, under it's main eyes, made Sapnap think of Purpled. Three of it’s four delicate-looking arms were bent at odd, sickening angles, as well as one of it’s long, thin legs. Tiny, nearly invisible fingers seemed to spasm as the bee-not-a-bee-thing gasped, miniscule green eyes watery with pain and what was possibly terror. An inch or two away from the thing was a small white disk, seeming to have been broken into several tiny shards.

A strange feeling started to coil in the pit of his stomach, and oh, oh, that's guilt. That was…new. Sapnap hadn't felt guilty for anything he'd done in a long, long time.

It–it looked like it was trying to…talk, or something. "Hey…" He leaned closer to the tiny thing. "Are you…good?" The only answer he got from it was a long, high-pitched whine and another painful looking-twitch.

"DREAM!" Another bee zoomed into his sight, crashing to a halt next to the one crumpled on the table. Sapnap jolted, eyes widening as he watched his other tiny bee-tormentor, just as human-looking as the first, frantically fret over it’s companion. It–t-they could talk?! As he watched, the blue one helped the green painstakingly roll onto it’s side while it hacked out a series of deathly-sounding wet coughs, miniscule droplets of blood splattering against the rough wood of the worktable with each choking heave.

The smaller blue bee-thing grasped desperately at the other’s shoulder with a horrified gasp. “Dream, Dream, talk to me, c’mon, please! What do I do? Dream?! P-please?” The blue one’s gauzy wings trembled distinctly as a terrified sob seemed to bubble up in it’s tiny voice. Suddenly, it whirled around, turning on Sapnap and stumbling closer to him, near the edge of the worktable.

"Fix him! You have to! Please,” The tiny bee-thing pleaded, gazing up into Sapnap’s dumbfounded stare. It wrapped one pair of arms around it’s stomach and folded it’s other two hands together pleadingly. “Please, please, please fix him! Please! I–we’ll stop bothering you, I promise! O-Or, you can k-kill me, instead, do whatever you want with me, but please, please, just help him!” It begged, collapsing to it’s knees. Sapnap’s jaw worked uselessly as the bee sobbed through promises and platitudes, trying to convince the fireborn to help it’s friend.

A realization finally struck Sapnap when he saw the glisten of tears running down miniature cheeks from beneath the bee’s strange white goggles. They were just tiny people! An unusual feeling of guilt and regret started to churn in the pit of Sapnap’s stomach. Just…just tiny people. And he had probably just killed one of them.

He took a step back, suddenly struck with a sense of urgency. “I-I-I’ll be back,” he muttered shakily, whirling around and rushing out through the garden house door. It banged shut loudly as he first sped walked, then broke into a sprint and ran up the short path to his cottage-house. The one Quackity had made him move into. Quackity had said that he needed to chill, just for a little while, and had sent him out here in the middle of nowhere to focus on gardening. He’d said that it would be good for him, for everyone, if Sapnap spent some time away from the main Smp. So, he had helped Sapnap build this house, the shed, and the garden outside, then left. Quackity had told Sapnap he could come back when he was more...stable.

Sapnap burst through the door, B-lining straight for his row of storage chests and throwing the first one open. He had to find a healing potion.

He was getting soft, he realized as he rooted through the miscellaneous junk with shaking hands. Before he got here, before Quackity had sent him away for his ‘self-therapy,’ he wouldn’t’ve batted an eye at killing a bee-person-thing. He wouldn’t’ve cared about the anguished sobs tearing themselves out of the blue bee’s throat. He probably would’ve squashed it underneath his fist along with it’s counterpart without a second thought! He–he was changing, he realized. He was changing from the hot-headed psychopath that would make someone watch as he burned down the things they loved in front of them into…into something else.

Sapnap didn't know if he liked it.

M-maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it was good that he felt less…volatile than he used to? Maybe the constant gardening was actually helping him. M-maybe Quackity would take him back…? Or-Or maybe he was just trying to distract himself from the abnormal fact that he felt bad after nearly killing somethi–someone. Maybe that was it.

Sapnap’s hands met cool glass. He wrapped his fingers around the bottle, yanking it up and peering through it at the contents. Lilac-pink liquid sloshed against the glass walls, telling him that it was exactly what he was looking for: A healing potion.

He was out the door in a flash, not even bothering to close it as he sprinted down the stepping-stone pathway. He shoved into the garden house, panting lightly as he scanned for the little bee-people. They were both in the same place as when he had left them.

"O-okay, okay,” Sapnap skidded to a stop in front of the worktable, nearly crashing into it. The tiny blue bee yelped, throwing itself (himself?) in front of it’s quietly choking partner. Sapnap lifted the potion, swishing the contents to make sure it was mixed thoroughly.

“I have a healing potion,” he told the miniscule bee, moving the bottle closer so that it (he?) could see what was inside. It felt…weird, talking to someone so…tiny. Minute, even. It He shook, staring suspiciously at the bottle for a long moment before jerking his head in a nod and moving back to the other bee’s side.

Sapnap’s hands trembled as he uncorked the potion and carefully leaned over the little pair. The blue one flinched, but Sapnap ignored him in favor of cautiously tipping the bottle over the still-raggedly wheezing green bee. He didn’t want to wash the little guy away, so he had to be careful with how much potion he poured over him.

The few large droplets that splattered onto the bee’s torso were quickly absorbed by his body. Immediately, his breathing seemed to flow easier. A bunch of sickening pops and cracks sounded as his broken limbs straightened and reformed, and even a rustling crackle rasped when his wings smoothed out. His torn wing stitched itself back together about a third of the way, still leaving a large rip in the gauzy membrane. Seconds later, he shot up with a gasp, eyes wide.

“Dream!” The blue bee jerked forward, clutching at his friend’s arms as he doubled over, tiny shoulders heaving. Papery wings shuddered as the green bee hauled in deep gulps of air and grabbed at his friend's arms. Sapnap shifted his weight, leaning back uncertainly.

The green bee's head shot up and his four eyes instantly latched onto Sapnap’s hovering face. He jerked back with a gasp, springing to his feet and dragging his blue friend behind him. “G-George,” Sapnap barely caught the hissed words from that tiny sliver of a voice. “Fly! Go!” He shoved at the shorter bee, sending him stumbling into the air. The green bee leapt after him, wings flickering madly, but abruptly fell with a sharp cry, hitting back onto the tabletop with a harsh thud. 

The blue bee whirled around and shot straight back down next to his friend, worriedly muttering to him. Sapnap couldn’t hear what the little guy was saying. The green bee was on his knees with his still-torn wing pulled over his lap, brushing over the rip in the membrane with miniature, shaking hands. Sapnap winced. Well, shit. Looks like he didn’t manage to give him enough healing potion.

The blue bee was now also fussing over the torn wing, speaking quietly with the other. They would both send wary glances Sapnap’s way, but mostly seemed preoccupied with the green bee’s injury.

Sapnap should…probably give the little bee some more of the health pot, right? Cause–cause he didn't seem to be able to fly with his wing the way it was, torn nearly in half. Sapnap bit his lip, staring down at the two. Ye-yeah, he should.

“Hey,” Sapnap murmured, leaning back a little more. Their features were a little harder to discern now that he was further away, but he could still make their expressions out. He raised his hands, one of them still curled around the potion bottle, and splayed them out in the universal sign of surrender. “I’m, I’m not going to hurt you two. Um, again.” 

They flinched back when he spoke, hands shooting up to cover their ears. Sapnap winced, lowering his voice. He didn’t want to burst their tiny little eardrums.

“I, um, I still have the healing potion,” he muttered lowly, shaking it between his fingers and drawing their gazes to the sloshing liquid. “I can, uh, it could fix your wing the rest of the way?” He offered, darting his eyes over to the green bee’s injured wing. The bee drew his wing back defensively while his companion shoved to his feet and spread his own wings out behind him in an attempt to block the green bee from Sapnap's sight.

"Nn-no," the blue bee growled out. His body tensed, like he was ready to bolt. Or fight. Or both. "St-stay back. Stay away from us." 

The green bee reached up and tapped the other, drawing his attention. With a hardly discernible sound, he spoke, stealing the blue bee’s full gaze and apparent consternation. He trailed out a long wisp of muttered words, suspicious eyes occasionally darting up to look at the towering fireborn.

Finally, the blue one grumbled something out to his friend, crossing his arms and turning a glare back up to Sapnap.

The green bee seemed to shudder before standing, inhaling deeply and staring up at Sapnap.

“Why? Why do you want to help us now?” The green one growled, flaring his three uninjured wings. “You’ve always tried to kill us before! What changed? Why are you suddenly being nice?!"

“You were harassing me,” Sapnap snapped back, instantly on the defensive. He crossed his arms and scowled, spine stiffening. They thought he was the problem?! No! He absolutely was not! He was just trying to keep his garden alive, and they just started to attack him! “I thought a couple of bees just made it their life’s mission to make my time out here worse.”

The blue one scoffed. “What, like we could do anything to hurt you? We’re just bees. We’re tiny compared to you humans!”

“Yes! Fucking bees! I don’t want to be tormented by a bunch of goddamn bees!” Sapnap dropped his arms down by his sides and leaned forward, glaring down on the miniscule pair.

“What, are you scared of bees? Are you scared of us?” The green one scoffed, crossing his four arms over his chest and seeming to suppress a flinch.

“Yes!” Sapnap all but snarled, shoulders tense and rigid. An awkward silence imposed itself over the three of them, feeling so thick that Sapnap could probably grab it and wring it between his hands.

The fire suddenly seemed to burn out of Sapnap's body, and his shoulders slumped.

“I didn’t know that you could talk,” Sapnap mumbled, gesturing softly. “I didn’t know you were people…” He took in a deep, calming breath, just like Quackity had taught him, and forced his still-tense shoulders to loosen up. “...I just thought you two were weirdly colored bees that had decided to terrorize me.”

The two bees glanced at Sapnap, then at each other.

"I...look," the green bee sighed, passing a hand over his face. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, here." He stepped closer, just the tiniest bit, gossamer wings twitching nervously as he sucked in a deep breath.

"You just got really close to our hive. You humans destroy our homes a lot for our honey, and we thought you were going to try and pull something. We were just protecting our home." The green bee sighed, running a tiny hand through his dirty-blond hair. “We–We thought we might be able to scare you off, or something.”

Sapnap’s brow furrowed, and he frowned. "So why did you continue, then? After it was clear that I wasn't a threat?" 

The two bees glanced at each other for a brief, hesitant second before their expressions took on a more mischievous turn. "It was fun," they chirped at the same time.

Sapnap flared. "What?! What the hell?" His nostrils itched as smoke began to trickle from them. Why the fuck would they mess with him when it was obvious that he wouldn’t do anything to them? Aside from the fact that that was an asshole move, (he pointedly ignored the fact that he used to do that to people in the Smp) he could easily kill them if he wanted to! Like now. He could probably kill them now. There was nothing stopping him. Sapnap bared his rather sharp fangs in a furious snarl.

They both flinched back, wings flaring out defensively. The green bee yelped when the sudden movement pulled at his injury, twisting around to clutch at his torn wing with a whimper.

Immediately, guilt flooded back into Sapnap's system and his temper crashed to the ground. Wh-what the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t do that! Heck, he had just used a healing potion on the green bee. If he killed them now, it would be a waste of a valuable resource. Prime knew that he wasn’t even allowed in the nether right now.

Sapnap winced almost shamefully and leaned away a little more. He let his gaze drift away from the scene he had been the cause of, and let it settle on the healing pot still held in his grasp. Well…he may as well help the tiny guy the rest of the way, seeing as this was his fault.

“Here, hold still,” Sapnap popped the cork and reached forward with the potion in hand, intent on dumping more of it over the green bee so that his wing would finish healing completely.

"Ah!" The green bee stumbled back with a yell, away from Sapnap's approaching hand and falling against his partner. Sapnap faltered, lips parting as he stared at the two backing away with pinpricked-eyes and trembling wings.

He watched the two for a long, awkwardly silent minute before his brain kicked into gear and pushed some sense into his head. They don’t want you near them, you idiot! 

A quiet ‘oh’ slipped past his lips, and he winced. “Uh,” he muttered eloquently. “Hold on a sec?” He cast his gaze around the garden house, searching for something he could use as a buffer between his direct involvement in giving the bee the healing potion.

The fireborn hummed uncertainly for a long moment, thinking, before reaching for the shelf above the workbench with a small ‘aha’. He missed the way the two miniscule beings recoiled as he leaned over them, more intent on grabbing an empty bottle he had up on the shelf that had a screw-on lid that he thought might work as a bowl for the healing potion.

"Okay, here," Sapnap popped the cap off of the bottle, putting it aside and turning the cap upside down and setting it on the tabletop a few inches away from the pair. They flinched back from his hand, sending another flash of guilt through his body that he promptly ignored. He then poured some of the healing potion into the upturned cap, letting it fill with the shimmering liquid about halfway. “This’ll help.”

With a hum, Sapnap corked the bottle and gently slid the cap over to the tiny duo. They took a couple of steps back from his comparatively massive fingertips, wary. Sapnap’s curiosity perked up significantly as he got a better look at how small the duo was. They were like, a quarter of an inch tall! If he laid his fingers flat in front of them, (disregarding the fact that they’d probably run from the close proximity of his hand) he guesstimated that the top of his fingernail would be even with their chests. It would be so, so very easy to hurt them.

Sapnap drew his hand back suddenly at the unwanted thought with a slight wince. That was one of the thoughts that he was told he needed to avoid, or else he would never be able to go back.

The half-filled cap was like an overly large kiddie pool compared to the little pair. They peered at it curiously, but stayed a few paces back in caution.

"Uh…what do we…?" The green bee gestured helplessly at the pool of healing potion, expression twisted. It suddenly dawned on Sapnap that the two probably hadn’t had any interaction with potions before, other than what he just did a little while ago. They were absolutely tiny, so any they might’ve found in the would have been too big for them to open, and Sapnap doubted that either of them would have survived a trip to the nether to get blaze rods for a mini-potion stand.

“Uh, it’s a healing potion,” Sapnap informed them. At both of their cautiously confused looks, he explained further. “It heals you if you’re injured. I used it on you to fix the…uh, what I did to you.” The taller bee flinched at the mention of his near-death, while his companion’s face darkened significantly. 

“Yeah, well, if you hadn’t hit him, then this wouldn't be necessary.” Sapnap barely caught the bitter mutter as the blue bee crossed two of his arms. His eyebrows rose with slight amusement, and he huffed a slightly smoky breath out of his nose. Well, if they hadn't been bothering him, then his friend wouldn’t have been hurt.

With a roll of his eyes, Sapnap shifted his weight and looked at the green bee, pointing at the cap of potion.

"It would probably be best if you drank it? It'll run through your body to find and heal any more injuries you have, and it’ll fix your wing the rest of the way." Sapnap told him. The bee’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he followed Sapnap’s instruction by cupping the liquid in his hands and hesitantly sipping from it.

It barely took a moment for the tiny guy to gasp and drop the rest of the liquid cupped in his hands, wings shuddering as the cool, healing effects of the potion rushed through his body and soothed his remaining aches and pains. He twisted to the side suddenly, eyes wide in wonder as he watched the tear in his delicate wing stitch itself back together.

“Holy shit,” the blue bee murmured, stepping closer to inspect his friend’s wing. The green nodded in agreement, carefully brushing his tiny hands over where the tear was. “A rip like that would’ve taken me weeks to heal,” he muttered, brows pinching together in thought. He turned to look up at the looming frame of Sapnap. “Thanks, I guess.”

“We–we’ll be off now, okay?” The blue bee abruptly took a couple steps back, two of his arms latching onto the green’s and dragging him along with. Their wings started to flap, too fast for Sapnap to see. Before they could dart away, Sapnap stopped them, eyes widening as he remembered something.

"Hey, hold on," They both froze, wings tensing. An idea was forming in Sapnap's mind, and if he could use the bees (or at least the blue one, he did make a sorta deal with him, after all) for it, he would. "You said that I…could do whatever I…wanted, with you, right? If I healed your friend?"

The smaller bee’s face fell. "I was kinda hoping you forgot that I said that…" 

The green bee’s eyes widened, and he gasped sharply. “George,” he hissed, just on the edge of Sapnap’s hearing, grabbing his smaller friend’s shoulders and ducking down to face him. “You made a deal with him? The human?! Why?!”

Sapnap watched as the blue bee shrugged out of the other’s grip and furiously whispered back. He almost couldn’t hear what they were saying, just barely catching the occasional word that floated up to his ears. His brow furrowed. S-should he intervene? They looked like they were getting pretty heated in their argument. Sapnap raised a hand, then hesitated. It-it probably wasn’t his place, was it? This was their business to take care of, not his. He was just a bystander. Plus, he’d probably just scare them more. He-he didn’t think he wanted that. Sapnap dropped his hand back down to his side.

Eventually, the pair seemed to calm down and come to a reluctant agreement. The green one reached forward, enveloping his shorter friend in a four-armed hug and pressing their foreheads together. Sapnap looked away from the intimate moment, feeling another wash of guilt bubble through him. He had scared them again, this time bad. He didn’t mean to! But…they obviously thought he was going to do something horrible to the blue one, or something.

…Maybe he should get Quackity to help him with his social skills, too, along with controlling his manic tendencies.

A small sound drew his attention back to the tiny duo. The blue one had stepped forward, closer to the edge of the table. His face was downturned, but Sapnap could see the small tremble in his shoulders that betrayed how he felt. The green bee was standing tensely behind him, worriedly running one of his wings between his hands and glaring darkly up at Sapnap.

The blue bee breathed in deeply, wings shuddering, then straightened. He crossed one pair of arms over his chest, puffing it out and flaring his delicate wings open. They still shook, but less than before.

“O-okay,” he muttered, taking in another deep breath. “I-I was the one that made the deal, okay? So-so this has nothing, nothing, to do w-with him,” here he flicked a wing back at his green friend. The taller bee’s glare seemed to darken even more, at that. “Okay.” His shoulders hitched up. “W-wh-what are you going to d-do—w-what do you want? F-from me?”

Sapnap felt another twist of guilt. Why was he feeling bad? He wouldn’t normally. He should probably clear up the little guy’s confusion, huh.

"Help me with my garden." He blurted plainly. The hang-dog expression on the blue bee’s face twisted up into one of startled confusion. His friend’s hands stilled, and he cocked his head.

"W-what?" The blue bee questioned shakily, cautiously. His wings drooped down a little in surprise, and his stance loosened.

"Help me with my garden," Sapnap repeated, cracking a grin. "I can't grow things that well, and my friend is probably gonna be disappointed in me if I let all of my plants die.” Both of their brows creased. They were looking at Sapnap like he had just grown a second head. And then a third. And then maybe an extra eye, too.

“T-that’s what you want? That’s all you want? Help with your garden?” Sapnap cringed under the incredulous stares from the two. It was an odd request, he would freely admit that.

“Y-yeah? I mean, you’re a bee, right? So you oughta know a few things about plants, right?” Sapnap twisted his hands together, worrying at his fingers as the bee processed. 

Slowly, uncertainly, the blue bee nodded. “Yeah? We–I know a few stuff about plants?”

Sapnap brightened. “Great! Then–then that's all I want from you!” 

Even though they were eyeing Sapnap like he was a little…special, the fireborn was completely serious. He wasn’t good at gardening, at all, but he was doing it as a form of self-therapy, and more especially, he was doing it for Quackity. The avian had made him promise that he’d do something to occupy himself out here, other than slaughtering the local wildlife, and Quackity had agreed enthusiastically when the fireborn had suggested gardening as what he should try and do. The thing was, Sapnap was exceptionally bad at it. Most of his plants were wilted, and some of them were probably dead. 

Now, normally he wouldn't care, but he didn’t want Quackity to come visit and see that his plants were practically dead. Sapnap was doing his best to take care of them, but it looked like he was neglecting the garden. He didn't want Quackity to see that. He didn't want Quackity to think that he wasn't trying. Sapnap’s mind flooded at the gut-wrenching possibilities of what the avian might do then. He might refuse to take him back.

The miniature duo glanced uncertainly at each other for a long moment. They seemed to pass a few indistinct words, before the taller hissed unhappily and rubbed his partner’s shoulder with one of his four hands. The shorter sighed and shook his head, then stepped forward, closer to the edge of the table and nearer to Sapnap.

He suddenly stuck out a hand, the black lenses of his goggles gleaming as he peered warily up at the huge fireborn. Sapnap stared at the bee’s nearly invisible hand for a long moment while he shifted uncomfortably. What was the little guy doing…?

He voiced as much, expression twisting to one of confusion. “What are you doing?”

The guy shuddered at his question, gaze drifting down to Sapnap’s hands, then snapping back up to his face. "This is what you humans do, right? You shake hands to seal deals?" His wings shivered, seemingly reluctant to do what he thought he had to do.

"Y-yeah, but, uh, I dunno how that's gonna work. You're freaking tiny, dude! I might crush your whole arm or something!" Sapnap also didn’t want to touch the goddamned bee. There was a fucking reason he didn’t like it when the two tormented him. He was absolutely terrified of bees. 

The bee cringed back at his words, then shook his head and stepped closer. “No, y-you w-won’t.” Under the tiny guy’s breath, Sapnap heard a faint ‘hopefully’ drift out. 

“I-if you’re sure, man,” Sapnap breathed. Internally, he was whinging back. He, he really didn’t want to touch him, but it didn’t seem like he’d be able to get out of this.

“Yep, mhm, I’m sure, absolutely,” he ground out, nervously fluttering his wings. “I-I’m going to have to trust you, right? If I’m going to help you with your garden, anyway. M-might as well start getting it over with now, right?”

"Y-yeah, okay, sure, sure," Sapnap mumbled reluctantly.

He didn't want to touch the bee, he didn't want to touch the bee, he did not want to touch the goddamn bee—

"Okay, hold still," Sapnap pushed his aversive thoughts down, squinting and holding his tongue just right as he concentrated, slowly moving his pointer finger and thumb towards the bee's nearly invisible hand. The entire bee was smaller than his fingernail! Even though the thought of the brief contact made him want to cringe away, he didn’t want to accidentally break the little guy with a wayward movement.

Carefully, oh so carefully, Sapnap pressed the pads of his fingers against either side of the bee's outstretched hand and gently twitched it up and down once. Sapnap didn't feel anything against his skin, but the bee clearly had, drawing his arm back when the fireborn let go with a grimace. Sapnap winced.

"I-I didn't just hurt you, did I?" 

The blue bee waved him off with a half-certain grin. “N-no, no, it’s fine. I’m fine." His friend shot him a concerned look which was then promptly ignored.

“Are–are we good, then? Is that…is that everything?” Sapnap asked, stepping away a pace. He wanted to wash his hand off, or something. He was more than a little freaked out.

The blue bee nodded jerkily, stepping back as well and moving closer to his taller friend. They brushed their wings against each other reassuringly as an awkward silence imposed itself over them all.

“Why are you out here?” The green bee suddenly blurted, arms crossing. The blue cocked his head, seemingly curious as well. “You humans usually stick together in great big colonies, so why are you out here in the middle of nowhere?” 

Sapnap paused at the question. Why was he out here, instead of at the Greater Smp, with the rest of the Smp members? Well, it was because Quackity had told him that it was the better option from what he was presented with, and the fireborn wholly agreed with him. He told the two tiny bees as much.

"I was sent out here so I'd stop setting people and their pets on fire. My fi–m-my friend told me I was getting too violent. It was either this, or be locked up for ‘being a general fucking menace to everybody.’ Or be executed.” That, in particular, was one of the more popular options among the people of the Smp. Just kill him and get rid of one of their biggest problems entirely.

From the two bee's pale expressions, Sapnap didn't think he was winning them over. He chuckled uncertainly, suddenly nervous. He shouldn’t have said that. He should probably go ahead and leave, now.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you,” Sapnap forced a grin, flashing the two a cocky wave. They inched back, seemingly just as ansty and ready to leave. Sapnap swallowed, strangely upset when he only got a terse nod from the blue one. With a roll of his eyes, he turned to leave. “Later.”

Behind himself, he heard a faint buzzing sound as one last thought struck him, and he paused.

“I’m Sapnap, by the way,” He turned back around, but the pair was already gone.

[mcyt-transcribed]

transcript of “where I've been”

TW for discussion of cancer and Covid-19

 Here’s the Google Doc link or you can click on the read more.

Techno: Yo, Technoblade here with another upload, oh my God I can’t believe it. We’re back, we’re playing Bedwars, uh, I don’t know why I said that in the present tense because I actually recorded these Bedwars games a few days ago. I have- I’ve played like, almost no Bedwars since the win streak, which was like, I dunno, years ago - so, you know, forgive me if I’m a little rusty. These are literally just the first three games of Bedwars I played, recorded them, and then just threw them in this background footage because, you know, I like live commentaries a lot, but I feel like sometimes, when you have a topic to talk about, having to play a video game simultaneously can sorta- it can sorta detract from the commentary, you know?

But before that: a plushie commercial filmed on my iPhone.

We got the first one - it’s Technoblade. He’s in a flying pose. He’s flying to save some civilians or he’s falling flat on his face. Depends on who you ask. Alright. We got the- We got Technoblade. He’s sitting down. He’s- He’s seated. He’s seated. It’s incredibly exciting. Uh, we got- we got Technoblade but he’s- he’s a giant- he’s a gigantic pillow. It’s Technopillow. This is actually- This is actually really- This is really soft. You’re gonna have to take my word for it.

These plushies go on sale on September 3rd at 3 PM EST at youtooz.com. The last ones sold out in around eight hours, so be prepared. I mean, one of them was like, two minutes but ehhh, it’s not happening again.

So where has Technoblade been? I know I’ve been gone since like, June. I was actually being really productive in July, which I know you guys are gonna- You’re not gonna believe me when I say that because I made no content. But I was! I was, you gotta believe me, okay? I was getting so much work done IRL; I was like, filling out paperwork, making business moves, working on merchandise, buying new equipment to make new videos. ‘Cause I really wanted- I really wanted to increase the rate at which I was making videos, ‘cause I kinda spent- You know, I kinda spent like, all this time becoming a famous YouTube and then instantly like, stopped uploading. Which, I mean, to be fair, I guess that started more in like 2018. So, that’s more just a pattern now.

 But I figured, you know, this whole thing where I go two- you know, one or two months without uploading- I don’t want that to be me, man. I wanna be uploading at least once per week. So I spent a lot of time preparing to do that. And the plan was that I would start doing that in August, but I took a- It didn’t- It’s, uh- It’s not going great, I’m not going to lie to you.

So in the last two days of July I noticed that my right arm was starting to hurt a decent amount and I thought- My best guess was that it was some kind of repetitive stress injury, ‘cause you know I’ve been playing video games since the age of like, five. It’s pretty much nonstop. I was gonna get carpal tunnel at some point but, uh, I took a few days to rest my arm and it really didn’t… really didn’t feel any better after that. And so after a few days of that, I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that my right shoulder was starting to swell like crazy and I was like, “Oh my God! I must’ve broken a bone, this is-” I mean, this- It looked- it looked crazy.

So, you know, the next day - August 2nd - I, uh, headed over to the doctor to see what was wrong and uh, they ran a couple of scans and then they came back and they told me that, uh, the reason my arm hurts is because I have cancer.

That really couldn’t have gone worse, I don’t think. I feel a bit silly talking about this with, uh, Minecraft in the background; it feels a bit out of place. But I’m a Minecraft YouTuber - I don’t- I don’t do a face cam. Which is I guess how most people would talk about serious things, with a face cam. I also probably, uh- *chuckles* Also probably a bit weird to plug my merchandise in the- in the same video, like, “Hey, guys, I have a- I have a terrible disease, also buy my plushies, bro.” But uh- *laughs* Listen: I’ve been waiting so many months to sell those plushies, bro. And it keeps getting delayed and now cancer thinks it can stop me. No no no no no. I’m trying to make some bank, bro. I wanna get paid, also they look fantastic, I mean just look at them, they look incredible. Alright?

I mean, I guess it would be ideal to like, split up the announcements, but I’m going back into chemotherapy next week; I don’t got time for this, man. We gotta go!

To be fair, I could make this a lot weirder; I could have like, the thumbnail be a giant red arrow pointing to my tumor with the caption “Might die! Not clickbait!” *laughs* Yeah, just the ultimate- the ultimate YouTuber, bro. We’re clickbaiting the whole process.

So after the scans come in, I get transferred to another hospital which has an oncology award, so it’s a lot more specialized towards what I need. And I’m sorta like sitting there in the bed for a couple of days like, “Hello. Could I please get some healthcare? Could I- Could I just get a- Could I just get a crumb of healthcare? Please! Like, I *stutters* I wanna see people sprinting, you know? I feel like I want to see some urgency, you know? If you guys gotta- *stammers* You know, there’s like, this tumor on my arm - if you guys could just- if you guys could just get rid of it. Just get rid of it right now! Could we just go? If you gotta cut off my arm, cut off my arm, bro - do what you gotta do. I won’t complain, man, I’ve won enough Minecraft tournaments. I’ll just play Minecraft with my feet from here on out, bro. I’ll still be B tier at least, okay? It’s fine. Do what you gotta do.”

But then the doctors are telling me, “Oh, well, we can’t- we can’t do it immediately. We gotta- We gotta find out what it is, we gotta run some tests, do a biopsy.” I’m like, “Okay, do the biopsy.” Like, “Oh, well first we gotta do some scans.” I’m like, “Alright, dude, the scans.” And so it took a couple of days and then they did a biopsy, uh, three days later. And then I was like, “Alright. Let’s go!” And they were like, “Oh, well, the biopsy is gonna take like, a week or more to get back.” And I’m just sitting here like, “Bruh, please. Please, just treat me.”

I mean, it makes sense. It makes a lot of sense and I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but I’m just sitting there in the hospital like, “Please. Please, healthcare.” So they get the biopsy and they send me home and they’re saying like, I’ll come back in like a week or so when they have a treatment plan prepared, and so I- It was a very fun week at home ‘cause I was sitting there still not getting treated and I was just like, looking at my tumor like, “Alright, Mr. Tumor. You know, you need me to survive so it’s in your best interest to just- to just chill out for a little bit, you know? We don’t wanna go too crazy.”

And faintly- Faintly if you strain your ears, underneath my skin you can hear:

[Dream’s speedrun music plays for a few seconds]

Techno: Yeah, it was a really fun week. But I did finally get started on chemotherapy, which is a wonderful process. Let me explain chemotherapy. So basically uh, you know how society has progressed for thousands of years of technological and medical innovation? So basically, one of the top three ways we have to fight cancer is uh, for you to go to the hospital and then they uh, plug you into a machine and then they inject poison directly into your veins for several days. That’s uh, that’s one of the best ways we’ve got of going about this and the poison- it’s supposed to kill the cancer - it uh, also kills things like, you know, blood. But ehhh, does anybody really need blood? I feel like it’s pretty optional, you know? Uh- *small laugh* Blood for the Blood God as it were, alright? Uh, I’ll take what I can get.

I, uh, you know, I used to have a channel meme- ‘cause back in the day- you know how my motivation always goes up and down in, like, cycles? I used to have a meme where whenever I’d get super motivated I’d, ya know, I’d start uploading, like crazy. I’d also do things like get a haircut. And, so, I joked that, uh, the less hair I had, the more I’d upload. ‘Cause that’s- the hair was holding me back. And so, if that’s still true, I gotta say, chemotherapy, that’s gotta be daily uploads or something, bro. *laughs* It’s gonna be- Chemotherapy Arc is gonna be fantastic for content.

Well, ya know, after I got diagnosed, I, uh, I’ve been making a lot of phone calls- ya know, informing all of my distant family members about the situation- and, I gotta say, of all the phone calls I’ve made, nobody took the news worse than my health insurance provider. They’ve been inconsolable for weeks. They were like, “You got what!? No!” 

I mean, I had no idea they cared so much. They’ve just- oh my God. I- I think they’re the real victims of this. I mean, could you imagine? Could you imagine? Like, look at me! I was a healthy twenty-two year old, I, like, barely went to the doctor, even for, like, regular appointments. I- I guess I went to the dentist, that’s the one thing I did. I was the freest paycheck they’ve ever seen in their lives. They could’ve been milking money off of me for decades. And then, bam, cancer, bro. *laughs* Oh, those poor guys. 

Uh, the one- the one favor I- I do wanna ask- If you guys could all do one small favor for Technoblade- uh, you know that coronavirus thing you been hearing in the news for the last couple of years? Uh, I want you guys to get rid of it. Just, uh, I want it gone. Just a couple days should be sufficient for you guys to do that.

No, but, seriously. I’m kind of, uh, immunocompromised right now, which means, uh, if a bacteria touches me or, like, a virus touches me, I will explode. So, yeah, uh, I wanna- get the vaccine, is what I’m saying.

I’m gonna get cancelled by the anti-vaxxers for saying it, but it’s such a good vaccine, bro. Pfizer got full FDA approval, this week, for people aged sixteen and up. I think you- you can also get it if you’re eleven to fifteen if you’ve got emergency approval or whatever. Uh, I mean, if you have any concerns, don’t listen to a Minecraft YouTuber, but, please, at least talk to a doctor. Because it’s- it’s so good bro. It’s so good.

The hospitals are currently getting flooded by unvaccinated people. I’m gonna go ahead and speak on behalf of all cancer patients when I say that it is incredibly annoying when the- when the hospitals are getting overworked by people dying of preventable diseases. I’m just saying- we got dibs on those hospital beds. So, ya know, you- you probably don’t- you don’t even want them really. You don’t even want to need them. So, I think the vaccine… what is it? It, like, reduces the chances of you needing hospitalization from Covid by, like, ninety-six percent? I mean, it’s so effective, bro! Come on! I mean, you might still get, like… I mean, you could still catch coronavirus, but, like, the symptoms are gonna be so much milder, bro, I’m just saying. Think about it. Think about it. Talk to a doctor.

I remember when I first went in for chemotherapy, A: I was thrilled, ‘cause, like, yo! Healthcare! Inject it into my veins, bro! Let’s go! But, also, like, the first couple of days were actually pretty chill. I was like, ‘Dang! This is easy, bro!’. And then it kicked in. And then it kicked in. My energy levels were zero; they were absolutely nothing. It’s hard to describe how tired I was, but I think my one example is- so they let me go back home. And after several days of resting, I had a virtual appointment with a doctor. And, so, they were, like, ‘Alright’. And I was just sitting there, like, ‘Wait a second. You guys want me to sit upright in a chair for an hour? What is this, the Olympics, bro? I’m going back to bed! What? What?’ *laughs* ‘Wha? Let’s calm down here. Sitting in a chair? Am I Superman? Like, come one, bro.’

As you can probably tell, I’m feeling a lot better right now. Which is, uh, I think that’s part of the process, is, uh, you get a little bit of recovery time to, uh, ya know, eat a lot of really good food- get the weight back- and get ready for the next round.

And, uh, before we go back for the next round, I’m gonna be playing a lot of video games, uh, making some content, seeing if I can get some more videos prepared, because, uh- I know people are gonna be like, ‘No! Technoblade! You don’t need to make videos for us! Please rest!’

Nah, this isn’t about you, bro. This is about me. I enjoy this, man. This is, like, one of the safest and most fun things I could be doing right now, bro, I’m gonna do it. I don’t know how much content I could make, ‘cause I’m kinda slow, but we’ll see. We’ll see.

I already have a video prepared for next week, uh, September third. You guys are gonna love it. It’s, uh, it was actually- it’s kind of, kind of an old video. It was, uh, from a few months ago, but it’s very good. So, yeah! You guys have that to look forward to. 

And, for the record, I know I’ve been complaining a lot in this video, but I just wanna clarify that the doctors I have are, like, insanely good, bro. I’m gonna be getting some of the finest healthcare in the world, so don’t worry about me too much.

I think the treatment has already started to show some results. I- I mean, it’s been so short of a time, so the results aren’t gonna be insane or anything, but, at the very least, the speedrun music has stopped playing. 

So, yeah, that’s where I’ve been and that’s what I’m gonna be doing for the foreseeable future. Wish me luck, and, uh, wear a mask, I guess. Ya know, standard coronavirus procedures. All that coronavirus stuff and like, getting vaccinated - that goes double for Californians, okay? But it helps everywhere.

Uh, that’s all I’ve got for today. See you guys next time!