Button Mash and Sweetie Belle Play Minecraft

by QuilliamPenn


Chapter 4: Modern Little Sweetie Belle

Chapter 4: Modern Little Sweetie Belle


Button charged ahead of Sweetie Belle, a look of determination on his face as he ran at the two Spiders. They hissed in surprise and made their move, one spider jumped out of the way, skittering along the length of the wall; planning to flank Button. The other one dove straight for him with a screech; eyes glaring angrily as it soared through the air. Its face was illuminated just as Sweetie Belle placed a torch next to the spawner.

In that moment, everything seemed to slow down, Button hadn’t really gotten a good look at the spiders’ beforehoof, and now that he did he found them utterly and completely horrifying.

They were hairy, and much larger than he had though they had been in the darkness, the spider bore two large fangs, positioned on its face in such a way it looked like it had a fuzzy crab claw for a mouth, the fangs were stretched open, revealing a mouth full of unpleasant looking teeth, and as if that wasn’t enough, it was about three times as big as he was.

All this he saw as the first spider hurled itself towards his face.

Whether it was in pure horror, or if he actually did it on purpose, Button wasn’t sure. He simply swung his Wooden Sword at the arachnid-missile and hoped for a result; and a result he got. The spider let out an unpleasant hiss and went flying back into the cobblestone wall and slumping down to the floor, slightly dazed.

Button barely had time to jump out of the way of the second spider; it launched itself at him from the side, just barely brushing up against the top of his head as he hit the deck. It landed a few blocks away and slid to a halt, looking around in confusion as to what had happened; apparently surprised it had missed.

Button looked over to check on Sweetie Belle, as he had hoped she was already blocking up the entryway with dirt and not even bothering to check behind her and see if Button was still alive; he wasn’t sure if this meant she trusted him or of she just wasn’t thinking about it, but he wasn’t able to dwell on it for very long, as the first spider had recomposed itself and the second one was now crawling slowly towards Button.

“Uh oh.”

Button readied himself, glaring down both spiders with a newfound determination and courage, and much to the surprise of the arachnid assailants, Button charged.

He ran at the first spider, swinging his sword down onto its head, the rewarding sound of damage being dealt and a red flash his reward. The spider hissed and stumbled back, shaking its head and looking over at its comrade; who looked about a surprised as a spider could look.

Without skipping a beat, Button swung around and slammed the sword into the side of the second spiders head, causing it to stumble back and flash red.

“Ha ha!” He cried triumphantly, tossing the sword up in the air and catching it in one hoof, swinging it around to club the first spider over the head once again.

The spider let out a weak hiss, but managed to focus enough to try and attack, a venture that proved fruitless attempt which did no more but bring its life to an even quicker end as Button ran the sword through its head.

The spider flashed red and let out a pained hiss before keeling over to the side and disappearing in a poof of smoke: only leaving behind two pieces of string where it once stood. Button made sure to nab said string in case they might need it later.

“Sweetie Belle, you about finished up?” He said, resting the wood sword on his shoulder and looking over at her out of the corner of his eye, turning over to face the second spider.

“Working on the spawner!” She called back, the sound of her pick slamming against the mob spawner reaching his ears as she spoke.
Button hummed to himself and glared at the Spider, it returned the gaze with a burning hatred in its eyes, both it and Button now sidestepping in a circle across from each other, like cowponies preparing for a draw or something of that sort.

Suddenly, the spider let out as much of a roar as a spider could, and leapt at Button. It sailed through the air with fangs bared; ready to latch onto their prey.

Instead the latched onto the hilt of Buttons sword, as he drove it outwards into the spider’s maw, the massive arachnid’s eyes widened as the dull blade ran through the length of its body, flashing red over and over as damage was repeatedly dealt.

In the last few second of its life, it glared at Button with an undying and unyielding hatred, and then it was no more, it keeled over, off of the sword and hit the ground with a poof of smoke, and was never seen again.

Button stood still for a moment; panting softly, sword now pressed against the cobblestone block where the spider had previously been, two strings and a spider eye now the only remainder of the late spider.

“AW YEAH!” Button cried, swinging his sword up in the air with a heroic flourish, feeling rather proud of himself for kicking-flank like he just had. He hoped Sweetie Belle had seen that, because it was awesome! All he needed now was to shout “I have the power!” and lightning to crash around him or something like that.

“Yay, Button!” Sweetie Belle cried, clapping her hooves and standing next to where the spawner had previously been.

“Ha, yep, that’s how the master rolls, Sweetie Belle, that’s how the master rolls.” Button said with a smug grin, trying to look even cooler than he thought he already did.

“Are you just going to pose all day, or would you like to check out our treasure?” Sweetie Belle let out a soft giggle, the faintest blush coming across her cheeks as Button very obviously tried to impress her.

Button’s cheeks turned red and he quickly returned to all four hooves; returning his sword to his inventory via willpower, and nodding sheepishly at Sweetie Belle.

“Uh…y-yeah, sure.”

The two young ponies eagerly made their way over to the chest up against the wall of the dungeon, the light from Sweetie Belle’s torches casting their shadows onto the wall in an almost creepy manner as they trotted over to it.

Cautiously, Button unlatched the hook on the chest and opened it, and inside was more than he could have ever hoped to find.
Inside the chest, piled together haphazardly, was a menagerie of different items. There were three diamonds, ten iron ingots, eight bread, two melons, five gold, five gunpowder, and two Redstone.

“What is it, what’s inside, anything good?” Sweetie Belle asked eagerly, peeking onto the chest alongside Button.

Button was about to respond, but he never got the chance to and was interrupted by a rather ear-splitting shriek.

“DIAMONDS!” Sweetie Belle cried, latching her hooves onto the diamonds and pulling them out, knocking Button onto his back in the process.

“OHMYGOSHTHEYRESOPRETTY!” Sweetie Belle was practically bouncing in joy, clutching the diamonds in her hooves as she did a little happy-dance.

“Ow.” Was all Button uttered in response.

“Buttonineedyourcraftingtablerightnowitsimportant!” She blurted almost incoherently, zipping over to Button’s side and bouncing up and down.

“W-what?”

“Craftingtableineeditrightnowiwannamakeasword!”

Button sighed softly and opened his inventory, he didn’t even bother to argue, he figured Sweetie Belle probably needed to best sword anyway, she was the least experienced and all she would really need to do was swing at whatever may attack her and it would “poof” out of existence pretty fast, he’d make an iron sword or something of that sort.

“Don’t lose the sword…” Button said with a sigh, “spitting” his crafting table at Sweetie Belle, not even getting any sort of response before she nabbed the crafting table and zipped over to a corner to begin working; placing the crafting table and freezing up as she opened the crafting menu.

While Sweetie Belle was frozen in place, Button spotted the String and Spider Eye still floating and rotating slowly above the ground, and it gave him an idea, Sweetie Belle wouldn’t get away with shoving him out of the way scot-free, oh no, there would definitely be a return attack, an attack in the form of a scare!

Quickly as he could, Button scrambled over to the floating items, sucking them up into his inventory and then quickly pulling out the Spider Eye, and sneaking over to Sweetie Belle, who had just finished making her sword and was admiring the shiny-sharp blade.
“Oooooh.” She said softly, looking the blade up and down with a look of wonder and fascination.

“Hey…Sweetie Belle, I have something for you!” He said, barely containing his almost evil snickering.

“Huh…?” Sweetie Belle slowly turned around, still fixated on her new blade.

“Catch!” He called, catching Sweetie Belle’s attention just as he tossed the spider eye.

Sweetie Belle seemed to realize what the object was halfway through its flight path, as she let out a yelp and swung her sword blindly at it and; surprisingly enough hit the eye and sent it sailing over to the side, turning to glare at it for a moment before turning back to Button and staring daggers into his eyes.

“Why would you throw an icky spider-bit at me?” She whined.

Button was too busy laughing to respond.

“Button Mash, you’re a butthead sometimes, you know?”

“Oh come on Sweetie Belle, you’re holding a sword made of diamond and just watched me slay two giant spiders earlier, and you’re freaking out about an eyeball?” He said, his laughter beginning to die down.

“Just because I saw that, doesn’t mean I want to touch it!” She stated with a harrumph, turning her nose up at Button.

Button wiped a tear from his eye and sat up on his haunches, only to find Sweetie Belle much closer to him and now staring him down.

“Alright, Alright I’m sorry…” He said, motioning for her to calm down with both his hooves, still chuckling just a little.

“I thought you liked killing monsters, what are you like…arachnaphobic or something?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and not actually realizing that was kind of a dumb and just a teensy bit rude thing to ask, at least it sounded like that to Sweetie Belle.

“No, and I’ll tell you exactly what I am!” Sweetie Belle huffed turning her back to Button, and burying the tip of her new sword into the ground and…wait.

Why was Sweetie Belle bouncing? It was almost like she was…dancing?

Sweetie Belle cleared her throat, as if preparing herself for something, and then spun around with a flourish.

The most unbelievable and outlandish thing happened just then.

Sweetie Belle started singing.

“I am the very model of a modern Little Sweetie Belle,”

“I've information fashionable, small stuffed doll, and magical,”

“I know the Queen of Fashion, and I quote the songs quite wonderful,”

“From Stop The Bats to Water Glass, in order categorical;”

“I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters dictionarial,”

“I understand emotions, both the simple and problematical,”

“About big hairy spiders, Button, I'll tell you here and now,”

Sweetie Belle paused, scratching her chin for a moment and looking like she was deep in thought.

"Here and now...here and now...AH!"

“I really do hate the spider bits, that's Sweetie's solemn vow!”

Sweetie Belle trotted over to Button, instrumental music seeming to come from nowhere as she trotted around him in circles and continued singing.

No way, there was no way this was actually happening.

“ I can draw a kitty cat in form of Abstract or Expressionism,”

“And tell you ev'ry detail of a gala gown, and all its fashionism.”

“In short, in matters fashionable, small stuffed doll, and magical,”

“I am the very model of a modern Little Sweetie Belle!”

Sweetie leaned back and spun around, using her sword almost in the manner of a cane to accommodate her dancing and singing act. The tempo of the background music that had begun playing out of seemingly nowhere began to slow down a bit, adopting a slower and more forceful seeming tone.

“In fact, when I know what is meant by "over-stitch" and "higher pitch",”

“When I can tell at sight a perfect opera from an aria,”

“When such affairs as shindigs and big parties I'm more weary at,”

“And when I know precisely what is meant by "yo bro wubs are where it’s at",”

“When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern dj-ing,”

“When I know more of lyrics than Corbelli and great Moreschi “

“In short, when I've a crescendo of culminating capacity…”

She paused, scratching her chin and very obviously searching for something that rhymed with “Capacity.”

Sweetie Belle looked over at Button; who was still sitting on the floor and looking rather surprised.

“Button, what rhymes with “Capacity"?

“Uh…manatee?”

Sweetie Belle frowned for a moment, then once again brightened up and the music resumed. “I’ve got it!”


“You'll say a better Sweetie Belle there has never sang-a-tee!”

Yep…this was happening.

“For my singer’s knowledge, though I'm outgoing and adventury,”

“Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;”

“But still, in matters fashionable, small stuffed doll, and magical,”

“I am the very model of a modern Little Sweetie Belle!”

The song ended and Sweetie Belle struck a rather regal pose, leaning on her sword and posing almost like you would see those old military ponies that are in the painted portraits.

Once again the room was silent, and Button had been utterly and completely rendered speechless. He simply sat and stared, eyes wide and jaw agape.

Sweetie Belle giggled and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you!” She said, still giggling.

“I don’t even…how did…” Button tried his best to formulate a cohesive arrangement of words, but could not seem to.

“Oh don’t worry, Button.” Sweetie Belle said with a cute smile. “That’s a common reaction to how fantastic I am, you’ll probably never get used to it.”

Button said nothing, instead he simply stood up off the floor, and trotted back over to the treasure chest; the sound of his hooves echoing throughout the otherwise dead silence.

As he reached the chest, Button leaned into it and pulled the remainder of its contents into his inventory, deciding it best to not even try and comprehend what had just happened.

Sweetie Belle saw this, and happily trotted over to Button; noticeably more upbeat after singing her little song.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Well, we need to turn this stuff into something useful, I was thinking maybe some iron armor for you, and a sword and gold helmet for me.”

“Ooooh, armor!” Sweetie exclaimed, watching as Button trotted over to the crafting table in the corner of the room and began to toil away.

----&----

A few minutes later, Button had managed to craft a decent assortment of gear. He now donned a golden helmet and brandished a shiny Iron Sword, and Sweetie Belle was wearing her brand spankin’ new iron armor; and she adored it.

Button had given Sweetie Belle the better gear, not necessarily because he was trying to be nice, but because, well…he wanted to make sure she was safe, and one way of doing that was to equip her the best he could so that she would be as prepared and as safe as possible should something happen to him.

And that was another thing Button had been wondering, if one were to die in here…would they respawn?

Button wasn’t exactly sure, but he wasn’t exactly going to be happily jumping into pits of lava to get the answer either, until he and Sweetie Belle learned differently, they had one life in this game, and he didn’t have any intention of wasting it.

“Hey, Button?” Sweetie Belle’s voice cut into his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He replied, turning around to see Sweetie Belle once again admiring her sword.

“What should I name my sword?” She asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

“Sweetie Belle, you need an anvil to name your sword…” Button said with a soft sigh; she really was a noob at this game.

“What? I can’t just call it something?” She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, a look of disbelief across her face.

“W-well…I guess you could, but it isn’t like, official or anything until-“

“OH! I know, I call it SweetieBlade!” She said excitedly, cutting Button off in her newfound desire to name her sword.

Button simply facehoofed, oh that was such a bad name. Sweetie Belle was good at a lot of things, but giving names was not one of them; in his opinion.

For instance, she had wanted to name his computer “Beeper.” When he originally got it, and had nearly succeeded if his mother hadn’t suggested the name “Keys.”

He hadn’t even wanted to name is computer in the first place.

“And, you should call yours…ButtonBlade!” She said happily, practically bouncing up and down in a manner akin to what she had done earlier just before breaking out into song.

Oh, Celestia, please, no more songs. Button’s brain was fragile and he couldn’t take that sort of outlandishness again.

“I-I guess I could call it that.” Button stammered, unsure how to respond to Sweetie Belle naming his sword for him. He pulled it out of his inventory and admired “ButtonBlade’s” gleaming metal, the edge glinting in the torchlight that illuminated the room.

“So what now?” Sweetie Belle asked, trotting over to him and returning "SweetieBlade" into her inventory, eagerly awaiting Button's command.

“Well, now…” Button sighed softly and returned his sword to his inventory, turning his gaze over to the dirt blocks that Sweetie Belle had blocked up the entryway with.

“Now…this gets interesting…”