MCYT Oneshots DISCONTINUED

⍤ Past life - an introduction to a new book? ⍤

"You fucked up"

"Suck it green boy!"

"T-Tubbo why"

"PHILLLL!!!!! SAM!! PLEASE"

"I love you Tubbo"

"Listen pal, I could just kill you right now"

What is going on? Who is that? Why does it sound like me?

"Have a carrot please, calm yourself"

"BIG Q!!!"

"I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT"

"T-TUBBO WAIT NO"

"I want my discs back" 

"HOW COULD YOU"

"THE DISCS. THE DISCS WERE WORTH MORE THEN YOU EVER WERE"

Please stop

No

Please

Please please please  

Please please please please please please please   

NO-

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A young blonde boy wakes up in a cold sweat, his eyes wide in horror. "What the fuck was that?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. He hears footsteps coming up the stairs and starts to get out of bed, his clothes already set out for him. "Tommy? Wake up now, we're waiting at the table".

 "I'm up! I'll be there in a minute" Tommy shouted back at his brother. Tommy's family was a weird one to say the least. Well, to start off none of them were blood related (expect from Tommy and his twin brother, they were adopted together) and there was no mother. Tommy's family (otherwise know as the Minecraft family) was made up of four brothers and their father. All of them were adopted, most of them found on the side of the road or in front of his house. 

There was Phil Minecraft. He was their father and the one who has to put up with his children's bullshit. Then the brothers, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo. 

Techno was the oldest by 2 months, he was 21. 

Wilbur is the second oldest, 20 but is only 2 months behind Techno. 

Tommy is the middle child and he was 16 

Tubbo is the youngest, 16 also but is the youngest by 5 minutes. 

"Morning Tommy!!!!" Yelled Tubbo, somehow already so energetic - he probably already had breakfast.  "Mornin'" he grumbled back, just wanting to forget the strange dream he just had. Why didn't it feel like a dream though? It's probably nothing. But, Tommy has been getting these strange dreams for a while, they feel so real. Almost like it was him who said those things. 

But no, because he never said those things right? Maybe he doesn't remember saying those? But then why did it sound just like him? It can't be me, right? Right? .......Right?

Words: 400

I hope you like this, I know I do. I'm definitely turning it into a book. 

How have you been this last week? You drank some water? Eaten some food? Taken your meds? Done your homework? 

Well, I hope you're well. Bye! 💖

- Sorrow