Mcyt oneshots (+ just talking) part2!

Dsmp in Marbles Game

Y'all know it

This gonna be some sad stuff

The partners:

Ranboo and Tubbo

Techno and Nihachu

Wilbur and Fundy

Tommy and Philza

Punz and Purpled

Ponk and AweSamdude

Dream and George

Quackity and Karl

Sapnap and Callahan

Connoreatspants and JSchlatt

Skeppy and Bad

Marbles game

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Fundy and Wilbur

(Wilbur- 30? Fundy- 14) ik it's weird they let a 14 year old play don't ask

"You and your partner will go against each other. Whoever has all of the marbles by the end wins.'

Wilbur looked at his son in shock, Fundy gave back a look of pain and confusion.

"They're joking, right? This is just a game. They're not actually going to kill us if we lose?" Fundy muttered

"I- uh-" Wilbur was speechless. He needed to get out of here alive, but was he so heartless and cold as to get his son killed in order for it to happen?

"Look buddy, we've got an hour. (That's not how long they actually had) just sit down and let's talk."

"Uh- alright Will?" Fundy mumbled, sitting down next to his father, ears and tail down.

'Will' Wilbur cringed. His own son doesn't even call him dad. He's basically not his son at this point, so he shouldn't feel guilty for this.

No, he couldn't die now. He had only just been revived by Dream. He had to do it.

"Will, I don't want to die," Fundy sniffed. "But I don't want you to die. I don't want to do this!"

Fundy's eyes filled with tears and he moved his arm swiftly towards his face.

"We're not going to die, buddy. We'll make it. Let's go and look around. See if anyone has died yet. Are you alright with that?" Wilbur asked calmly.

"O-okay." Fundy stood up and slowly yet cautiously began to walk away.

"Wait- your marbles. They're not safe like that. Let me sort them for you."

Wilbur grabbed his marble bag and put a string through it, tying it around his sons neck.

They both ventured off, or so Fundy had thought.

Wilbur grabbed his bag of marbles. He looked to the ground in shame, staring at the marbles he had just stolen from his own son. He picked them up and walked towards the guard.

"I didn't use any physical harm. I've won." Wilbur stared at the shape across his face, knowing the actual human was judging himself.

He looked up, "player 372 passed."

Fundy walked across the cold floors, heading towards the man he had once called father.

Nobody had yet died.

"Wilbur!" He yelled. He looked for his father, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Will?"

He was worried for him.

"Dad? Where are you?"

Wilbur stopped, making the guard turn.

"Dad!"

Will's eyes were filled with water, he had never heard Fundy call him dad before.

As soon as Fundy heard the sound of the lady confirming his father's life was safe, his eyes widened and his ears stared towards the ground.

"D-dad? What- why? I-I don't want to die. Please. Dad? DAD!" He let out several cries. He was only a child and he was too young to die.

Wilbur flinched as he heard the painful sound of a gun.

'Player 371 eliminated.'

He had done it. He had killed his own son; the memories came rushing back through his head.

'Dad? I-I'm trans. Id like to be called Fundy.'

'Daddy look! Look at the bees!'

'We're going to war.'

'You're not my father.'

Teardrops fell from his eyes. He walked along, the same pace as the guard.

He stopped.

'I can't do this.'

He ran back, despite the guards constant yelling.

"SON!" He cried.

He ran back to where he betrayed him, staring in disbelief at his son's lonely body, cold on the floor.

He fell to the floor, grabbing his son.

"FUNDY! PLEASE, I'M SORRY!"

"W-well played, d-dad..." Fundy wetly smiled.

"I- I guess I won the battle, b-but you won the w-war. Haha, t-that's what you'd say w-when I was a kid." Fundy giggled.

"Fundy I'm so sorry."

"Hey, y-you did *cough* what you had to d-do. Y-you should go, the guard looks angry."

Wilbur hugged his son.