DSMP Oneshots

Would you Rather {alt ending}

IGHT SO MY BEST FRIEND Moongirl956 WROTE AN AMAZING ONESHOT CALLED WOULD YOU RATHER. GO CHECK IT OUT FIRST, YOU WON'T KNOW CRAP IF YOU READ THIS FIRST. Now, this is an amazing concept, go give Moon lots of love for the brilliant idea.

Tw: injuries, mentions of blood, cyanide poisoning

Quackity knew he had to pick. There was no backing out now. "I-I'll get more involved..." his voice shook as the card whipped itself clean, and a new message was written out.

Go get two more.

Quackity:<I need to more people to play this game with me>

Tommy:<YESSSSSS>

Tubbo: <I'll play too!>

Quackity wanted to say no, they were to young, to innocent, he had no typed out on his phone and pressed send,, but his eyes went wide as he read what had been sent.

Quackity:<Come over!>

"No!" He screamed. He didn't want to hurt these two, couldn't anyone else but a minor be here to play? "Not them!"

You chose this.

He threw the card, it did no good.

"Hey big- what the actual heck happened?" Tubbo was taken aback by the sight of Big Q crying and bleeding.

"Please leave. Not you," he shook as his card reapeard beside him.

Too late.

The door was shut by the same invisible force that took Karl and Sapnap. "I don't think we can, what happened?" Tommy stepped forward, tossing a splash potion of health above them to help.

"This game...it's cursed of some crap. I don't know. It came out of no where and once you join you can't leave. You've joined the game. You can't leave."

"I think we're gonna go anywa-" tommy smacked face first into the invisible force, stumbling back, "never mind then..."

"How bad could it be?" Tubbo said lightly and grabbed a card.

Drown or shot?

"What's it say?" Quackity asked, staring at Tubbo.

"All it says is drown or shot...is neither an option?"

"No, says in the rules."

"You didn't show us the rules, idiot," Tommy held out his hand and Quackity handed them to him. "Oh boy. You didn't think this was a bad idea when reading this?" He handed the rules to Tubbo, who read them over with a bit more struggle.

"I didn't think it'd get morbid."

"That's fair," he nodded, "so what'd ya pick Tubzo?"

"I dunno, now I'm concerned what would happen."

Time's ticking.

"Oh no, it's talkin' to me," his eyes widened as he read over the changed words. "Um- I dunno, I guess shot? I-" their phones buzzed with a notification.

<Fundy was shot by a skeleton>

"Was that-? Did I-" Quackity nodded and Tubbo looked like he was going to cry. "That was me?" Quackity nodded again, not wanting to speak or he'd start crying too.

"Who's turn? I want this over with," Tommy was starting to really get a sence of how this game would play out.

Would you rather lose your favorite item or favorite human?