Digging the heels of her hands into her eyes to stop the tears falling, the pink-haired woman slowly stood up.
Quietly, Niki grabbed the old tattered trench coat that lay on top of the grave stone. Slowly walking away, she turned around.
"Y'know what Wil? Maybe if you had stayed dead, we could've been better friends."
Wiping a tear from her eye, the woman walked away from the grave, finally revealing what said grave had on it.
"RIP Wilbur Patrick Spencer Soot-Minecraft
1996-2021
"It Was Never Meant to Be."
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Slowly fluttering to the ground, Quackity planted his feet so he wouldn't fall. Staring at the grave he was now standing in front of, he sighed.
"Goddammit man, I hated old you but this new you is even worse. Kinda hot though."
The boy let out a teary laugh which slowly turned into small sobs. He wiped away his tears, trying his hardest to stop the streams of tears.
"Man, why do you do this to me? We could've been friends, I just wish the old you was still here."
He quietly traced the lettering on the grave before quickly flying away.
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The pink-haired male sat his sword down, leaning it against the stone in front of him. Slowly, he sat down and placed a small yellow flower in front of him.
"Hey baby bro. I miss you, the old you not this new prick." Technoblade slowly started tracing the lettering, letting himslef be engilfed in the quietness.
He sat there for awhile letting his thoughts overcome him. Nearly 2 (two) hours later, he stood up, calmly picked up his sword and walked away.
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MCYT Oneshots
FanfictionThis will be a book of one shots about mcyt requests welcome lowercase intended (most of the time 😊)
