The Trio (one-shots)

Muffiny Madness

It was late. Darryl was well aware of this. He'd just filmed a video with Skeppy and a6d for a new survival series that was to be uploaded on the Trio youtube channel.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee. Be right back, you muffins."

"Cya baldy!"

"I'm not- oh, why do I even bother?"

Darryl took off his headphones and set them aside. He trudged out his room and into the kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and sat at the dining table.

He yawned and rubbed at his droopy eyes. The world around him seemed to blur a little.

" ...I should really go to bed," He said to himself.

For the next hour, he chatted idly with his two friends about who knows what. They laughed and teased until 2:57 a.m. 

Soon after, Skeppy and a6d left the TeamSpeak, trying to salvage what was left of their whack sleep schedule.

Darryl just scrolled through the internet for a bit.

Then he stumbled upon the Faster Muffin Song remix.

He watched it on loop until he dozed off.

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"Who wants a muffin-

Please, I just wanna dieee..."

Darryl blinked. He sat up abruptly and looked around. He was in an endless field, with tall flowing grass. He could hear faint bird chirping.  And a very familiar song...

"Have you had a muffin today?"

Suddenly, a little muffin materialized in front of him. It was pointing at the befuddled man with its flimsy stick arm. 

"Wha...oh my goodness. What are you?!" He scrambled backwards.

The muffin stared at him with its beady eyes. It repeated its question in a high-pitched voice. "Have you had a muffin today, Bad?"

That voice...

It was familiar...

"Sk-skeppy?"

The muffin smiled with the thin line that was its mouth. It slowly approached Darryl. "Bruh moment. Took you that long to realize, huh?" 

It laughed in the irritating way that Bad had become accustomed to. It was without a doubt Skeppy's voice. 

Then it became serious again. "Have you had a muffin today?"

Darryl gulped. He took a deep breath and willed himself to stop trembling. This is just a weird dream, he thought, there's no harm in playing along, right?

"Uhhh, no. No, I haven't had a muffin today."

The muffin with Skeppy's voice jumped for joy. "AWESOME! An' you must be really hungry, eh Bad?"

On cue, Darryl's stomach rumbled. "Uh. I guess?"

"GREAT! So you won't have any problem eating me,"

What.

....What?

WHAT.

"Eating you?!!!? ARe YoU crazy! Wh-why would I eat you!?"

"There's nothing else to eat Bad. You have no choice but me~!"

Darryl's face was drained of all colour. He stumbled to his feet and began backing away. "Nonononononononono. NO. I am not eating you!"

"Please, Bad. I just want to die!"

Then, a new arrival spawned into the endless field of grass.

It was a loaf of bread. Or, to be more specific, a baguette wearing an anime headband. 

"No, Bad, eat me!"

Bad gawked. "Wha- A6D!?"

"Please, I am much more healthy than some muffin. And I crave death much more than he does!"

The Skeppy-muffin seemed offended. "No, I'm much better than some baguette!"

"No, ur not!"

"Yes, I am-"

"No, UR NOT-"

"I AM YOU DIPSH-"

"BAD!"

"AAAAHHH!" Darryl woke up. He almost fell out of his gamer chair. "What- who - Sk-skeppy?"

"You've been snoring for, like, an hour now!"

Darryl blinked. He quickly looked at the time displayed on his monitor: 10:30 a.m.

"Huh? But I..." It was a dream.

That traumatic experience had been fabricated by his subconscious. It seemed he forgot to leave the TeamSpeak, and Skeppy and a6d decided to join.

Probably just in time to hear Bad's panicked mumbling. 

"What were you dreaming about anyway?" This came from a6d. "It sounded like a nightmare,"

Darryl really didn't have a response to that. 

So, instead, he said: "Could you guys promise me that you'll never turn into suicidal pastries?"