Minecraft Youtuber Oneshots

Little Game

I'm so sorry for how shit this is gunna turn out- i don't even now wot i was writin honestly

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The shivering wind brushed against the boy's arms, his window slightly ajar as he looked out towards the sunset. A small smile forming as memories of home flushed his mind. Oh, how he misses home.

The sudden creaking of the door jolted him out of his daze, a flash of cowardice flew into him, and before he knew it, he was trembling, turning around to stand straight.

"Subject 34" A man dressed in armour stated bluntly, and the young boy could only stare back. "Boss wants to talk to you." He stood up, his nerves growing with every step he took to the door.

"Why?" his voice wavered, tempting to crack into a muster of short sobs within every second.

"I cannot tell you." The guard started to walk, pushing the boy, harshly, in front of him. The boy shook his head, almost tripping over his own two feet.

He looked into each room as he walked past, noticing how different each 'subject' was treated. A boy, around his age, sat still, watching him walk by, tape covering his mouth and blood dripping from his cheek. Another was chained up, trying his hardest to loosen the chains, to no avail. Each subject's eyes laced with sorrow and lost hope just waiting to come back. He had to escape. What were they going to do to him? He was left pondering, the rest of the walk going slow, his hung low in shame.

A shrill ringing sound blared in their ears, and immediately, he could feel the presence of the guard next to him tense up.

"Shit" He muttered, and the boy could barely hold a snicker, though too was startled.

"ALL GUARDS TO REPORT TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE BUILDING. SUBJECT 0 IS TRYING TO ESCAPE" The walkie-talkie in the guard's pocket spoke, and within a second, he bolted, leaving the young boy alone, standing there alone.

A rehearsal of "psst" was clouding his ears and with each turn, the boy grew frantic looking for where it's coming from.

"Over here"

"No behi-"

"OVER HERE"

And finally, there he saw, a boy, shorter than him with brown hair, face pressed against the door. A wide smile strewed across his face as the boy noticed him, and he ran, picking at the lock with a pin and opening it.

"Oh, thankyou thankyou thankyou!" The boy cheered, hugging him. The other smiled brushing him off. "I'm Tubbo!"

"Tommy"

The two looked at each other with a smile, before a soft sigh from Tubbo distracted Tommy from his thoughts.

"You know who 'subject 0' is?" He asked, almost in a whisper, and Tommy shook his head. "His name is Technoblade, or so I've heard" Tommy nodded before being pushed into a room, the other following behind.

"Technoblade, one of the most popular - and best - fighters from Hypixel" A voice spoke from the corner of the room, another person appearing behind them, and before either could speak, the first started talking. "Joined PVP when he was 7, growing up into success and lett it get to his head" his voice laced with spite.

"Let's not shit ta-" the other tried to talk, but he was interrupted.

"He entered tournaments, won, earned more fame. He doesn't deserve it" The man looked away, a white mask suddenly appearing in his hand, his eyes staring at it. "He came here 4 years ago, he's now 21 by the way, and since then, has been used for testing. Had it coming really" He placed the mask on his head, covering the forest eyes and freckles that planted themselves perfectly on his face.

"He's done great things though!" Tubbo tried to reason, stepping closer, eyes stern. "Hypixel has enough potatoes to last a millen-"

"All the while crushing the dreams of a poor squid hybrid, who wanted nothing more than to make his parents proud" he let out a chuckle, turning around to face them.

"George?" The named person just stared. "Get these children out of here, i've got a pig to catch" George nodded, pulling the two teens into the corridor, looking out for any guards.

"There's a bounty, whenever he tries to escape, one of the subjects numbered 1-10 get to track him down, if they track him, they get given £100k and get freed from this hellhole" he spoke calmly.

"...Has he ever tried befriending Technoblade?" Tubbo suggested and Tommy and George stared at him, bewildered.

"Befriend him?" George questioned, pacing from right to left, "Dream's been competing against him ever since they were children..." Tommy's eyes widened.

"They used to be friends?" George nodded, sighing.

"What happened?" Tubbo asked, pulling Tommy to sit next to him, beckoning George to follow suit.

"Just a small fight," He told them, not daring to say any more as he walked away, hands in his trouser pockets.

"Huh..." Tommy looked towards Tubbo. "Well, you know what we have to do"

"Befriend Technoblade!" Tubbo clapped, jumping up.

"Capture The Blade!" Tommy stood up, putting his arm up in the air, eyes stern.

"What?" The two laughed.

His steps felt cold against the hard floor, almost slipping with every turn he took. 

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Words: 850

ALRIGHTY IM SORRY BUT I JUST CAN'T FINISH THIS IM- LOOK IT'S 800 WORDS N I FEEL I'VE FUCKED IT. Soo... im happy with the start, but when i added more characters i feel i just lost touch yanno?? I normally write 500 words... HHHHH

Anyway, sorry for the shit writing I've been producing recently lmao

It really isn't like me isn't it?

Well, the more I'm invested in school work n homework i just can't find the time to write or come up with ideas, as well as the fact I've got a twitch channel to maintain :D

Bye Bye! <£

The number 3 is for losers.