MCYT Oneshots

Colours (short oneshots)

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These were just short Oneshots that I thought of. Please vote! It helps me out so much! Please don't take any of these as ship Oneshots, as that is not what they are!

Red like his tie. His suit was perfectly tailored to fit his body. He adjusted his tie, sitting up and fixing his posture. Paperwork spread everywhere along his desk. The president sighed, taking the breeze from the open window, his facade long gone, leaving his happy and cheerful self behind. In his mind, he wasn't president, he was a happy guy, put into a position of power; forced to play a role. He was forced to be a harsh and cruel dictator, despised by his people. His best friend Wilbur, exiled by his own hands; was it really him though? He doesn't think so. He believed that his facade was the whole reason any of this happened. He just wanted to live his life, being happy and carefree, just watching the stars and laying on his back, right next to his best friend. But he was pulled back into reality when a knock was heard from the other side of the door. He sighed, pulling his 'mask' back up.

Orange like his soft and silky fur. His tail, wagging because his mood was bright and sunny. The orange and brown leaves falling from the tree, onto the blanket that Fundy and Eret were sitting on. They were having a picnic, just enjoying each other's company. Erets company was all Fundy needed to be happy. Of course, his father being dead didn't help, but he knew Eret was always going to be there for him, and that was all he needed. He smiled, yawning in the process. He moved closer to Eret, enjoying his warmth. That was all he needed; sitting with Eret and watching the sun set on another beautiful day in the Dream SMP. He leaned his head on Erets shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying his best friend's warmth. He slowly succumbed to sleepiness, resting next to his friend.

Yellow like the sun shining down on the earth. The buzzing of bees as they flew around the young boy's head. The wind blew through his brown hair, casting a shadow over his face. He leaned back, looking at the yellow leaves that are falling slowly off the tree branches. Tubbo was basking in the earth that the sun provided him. It was his day off, and he was grateful, having not slept the previous night. He sighed as a breeze of air flew past his face, laying down on his back. He closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of fresh flowers and grass. A bee landed on his nose and he giggled, picking up the bee with his fingers. He was glad to have a day where he can just be himself without having to do presidential things or lead a nation. His father, Schlatt, was never there for him or the citizens of Manberg during his presidency, but Tubbo was the opposite, he promised to be there for his people; Tubbo was the best president L'Manberg had seen yet. He was always there for each and every one of his citizens.

Green like emeralds. His sparkling green eyes darted around, as if he were looking for something; searching around. Crunches of the bright green leaves, all around him. He was in the middle of a manhunt, Bad, George, and Sapnap, hunting him down, searching for him. He was outnumbered, but not out skilled. He grabbed a branch and pulled himself up; the branch barely supporting his weight. His mask was making it hard to see, not like he could anyway though; he was blind. He had been blind for the past 8 years. Dream remembered the accident like it was yesterday. It was just a normal day, and he was training hard with Techno. Swords were clashing on each side, both young boys fighting hard. Dream had let his guard down, and that was his downfall. Techno slashed a mark across his face, blinding him forever. Dream shivered, remembering the blood dripping down his face. That was the last time he had seen with his eyes. He wears a mask now, preventing anyone from knowing. Techno was the only person that knew; he was planning on keeping it that way. He lifted up his mask, tracing the long, horizontal scar across his face, and sighed. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.

Blue like the rainwater leaking from the hole in the roof, onto the ground. Skeppy lived alone, and streaming doesn't pay the bills. His streams don't get as many donations, subs, or views anymore. He doesn't have a job because of his lack of experience and he doesn't have enough money to go to college. His whole life was a mess right now. To add on to his sadness, he lives alone with no one to talk to. Of course, Bad would talk to him on Discord, sometimes for long hours into the night. His bank account was almost completely empty, only having enough to buy some food. Speaking of food, his cupboard was completely empty. I guess, like his parents told him, growing up fast isn't the best option. He has to face reality, and be an adult.

Purple like his hoodie. The hoodie was worn down from not only wear, but fights. Hypixel was a dangerous server for only the best PVPers or most adventurous travelers. Purpled was one of the PVPers, specifically a bedwars person. You could find him either playing bedwars, or hanging by the portal that leads to it. He was known as the bedwars streamer, always playing it. He was the best at one person team bedwars, preferring to fight alone. He just didn't like being around people; I guess you could call him an introvert. Speaking of bedwars, he walked into the portal to start a game. He knocked people off bridges, and killed multiple others. No one could beat him, and he liked it that way.

Pink like his long, braided hair flying in the wind. Techno was just betrayed by one he would call a brother. He had taken him in during his depression and exile. He cooked for him, Tommy laughing like a little gremlin at something on his phone. When he mined coal and ores and Tommy followed behind him, awe in his eyes. He had given Tommy armour, potions, and tools. He had given Tommy everything, and got nothing in return. He went back to his 'friend' that exiled him, and just forgave him. The axe Techno had given Tommy, was a sign of trust, but that trust was broken. Guess Techno should have never taken pity on him. His robe, taken back from Tommy, discarded in the corner. The Damned government took everything he loved and fought for away from him.

Light brown like the cookies that just came out of the oven, the wonderful smell waving through the house. She set them out to cool, cleaning up the mess she made on the counter. Niki yelled at Wilbur, telling him that she had just made cookies. She heard the stairs creak, signaling that Wilbur was coming downstairs. Wilbur hugged Niki before grabbing a cookie and nodding a silent thank you, walking back upstairs. Niki grabbed a cookie herself, taking a bite. Her face scrunched up as she realized she forgot to put sugar in there. She laughed, throwing the batch away. It is just trial and error, she guessed.

Brown like the wood torches down in the mine. The clank of a pickaxe against the stone walls, was the only source of noise. The tall British man wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was mining all day to provide not only shelter, but resources for him and Tommy. They had gotten exiled and had to fend for themselves. But, Dream and Technoblade were on their side. They had the two best players on their side. Their plan to take L'Manberg back would be really easy. Tommy wanted to take back their nation, while Wilbur had other plans. Wilbur had placed piles of TNT under L'Manberg, planning to detonate them with the push of a button. Unbeknownst to many, Dream and Wilbur had made a plan to detonate them on the 16th. Tommy tried talking to him, begging him not to, but Wilbur, already being half insane, had his sights set on that button. The very button, when pressed, could cause the demise of the very nation he had built. When he pressed that button, he would cause multiple peoples deaths, and the destruction of a beautiful nation he once led. Wilbur packed up all the stone, coal, and other ores, walking out of the mine. He blew out the torches, finishing another day in the mines.

{This was made on the 24th of February, 2021}