Minecraft Youtuber Oneshots

His Last Twerk

"We need a distraction!" Dream yelled as Techno, Phil and Sapnap were trying their hardest to shoot the angry creatures away. With each shot, they had to take a step back. Nothing was working. Everything they did, in hopes of survival, worked. Yet they were still alive. They knew there were other survivors, somewhere, alone and in need of help.

"I'll do it!" Karl stared at the shorter man, shaking his head. The man who yelled stared back, a reassurance in his eyes. "I'll be fine Karl." He promised.

"Quackity..." Sapnap paused on his task, hugging the shorter man. "Be safe." The other nodded, and quickly ran in front of the three shooting men.

No one could watch, they didn't have time to. They had to run, and as their leader lead them through the streets. The trees. The roads. They couldn't help but worry. Fortunately, phones worked, all their phones were charged and were saved for emergency calls, the radio was left with Quackity - his request. They decided not to question it.

Quackity gulped, staring at the zombies and hearing the footsteps of his friends get fainter and fainter as they ran away. He hoped none of them stared back. Looking at the stereo, he kneeled down, and a song started to play.

Oh baby baby

All the zombies stared. They were stood still as if entranced by the song. The stupid song. Quackity sighed, and as the first verse started to play, he sang along.

How was I supposed to know?

Moving his arms and his legs, he closed his eyes, not wanting to stare at the monstrosities that stood before him, entranced by both the song and the movements.

Hit me baby one more time

He started to take all of his clothes off. His jumper. His top. His trainers. He smirked, pulling off his trousers and revealing a Roblox speedo. The zombies stared at him. Quackity wanted to burst out laughing. He wanted to laugh to his death. Did the zombies have their own thoughts?

He spread his legs from left to right, smiling, holding in his laughter he wanted so dearly to go away. He placed his hands on his hips and bent his knees, glancing in different directions. He wanted no one to know this is something he does in his pass time. He started to thrust backwards and upwards, repeating the process over and over. He closed his eyes, not noticing the mass amounts of zombies trudging towards him slowly. With one last twerk, he screamed. Pain painting his body. His eyes shot open as he was bent forwards, falling to the ground. As everything blurred, all he could see was the traumatised face of a raven-haired man with a camera. He smiled.

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lmao this Is a crack oneshot so expect it to be bad ahsfg

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