Minecraft Youtuber Oneshots

The Festival

As the sun was about to set, they all stood around the podium, smiles forming and laughter dying down - they all had fun today, celebrating Mnaburg's foundation, and all the joy it brought them. Everyone cheered, as a young boy had taken the stage, fake coughing to quieten the audience.

Tubbo's stature was shaky, unbeknown to the audience, who went with their days like nothing was going to happen. It seemed like it to them, but to the ones who were kicked out, who joined the other side, who simply, supplied, it was something else. A bad thing to 2, a good thing to 3. He breathed out a shaky breath, starting to smile as his speech echoed against the microphone, Jschlatt beside him, a proud smile forming onto his lips. What else was there to do? It had been a fun day, after all, it had gone as planned. For once, he had felt something he hadn't felt before, true happiness.

In the distance, 4 men stood still, one shaking violently, eyes glossy as tears had started to threaten. He looked towards his brother, a loud smile booming his face, his eyes crazed - what happened? He sighed, looking to his other brother - who he knew was only in this for the destruction. Did he supply Wilbur with gunpowder? Tommy had hoped not, but he knew his hopes were only false.

The other man, a green bastard - a nickname Tommy had used against him. He stood there, gawking at the joyful citizens of Manburg, a disgusted look booming on his facial features, his eyes showed nothing, pissing Tommy off more. Tommy wanted so badly to just... run away with Tubbo. They had planned to, and maybe they will, after this of course. Flashes of images stalked through his brain, predicting the future. One, Tommy and Tubbo were running, laughing, as they stalked from the shoutings of Wilbur and Jschlatt. Two, a tent, only temporary until they'd make a house, they assumed. He grinned, knowing the outcome would be, in their words, pog.

"Light it up, boys!" He heard Wilbur whisper-yell, an absurd smile turning on all three of the older men's lips - should he run? He thought against it, Tubbo filling his mind, wanting nothing but for him to be safe.

Tubbo heard a small hiss, and just then, he bolted, no one noticed, the claps in the distance getting quieter just as a boom had erupted, nearly deafening. He turned around, looking on. They did it....

Screams. Screams echoed in his ears, the deafening eruptions of TNT overwhelming him. Shit. What was he to do? Run? No, a leader falls with his country, right? He looked around frantically, a scarred stern eying the four men he had a glimpse of in the distance - Pogtopia did it... but before he could yell at them - his name was shouted, and before he knew it, he was in a dark void, filled with nothing but the acute skews of memories he had. Is he... dead?

Everyone was running in circles, having nowhere to go, no other option than to die. What went wrong? Why? Someone had yelled Jschlatt's name, and just as everyone looked to their president - he was no more. Horror filled their faces as they watched his insides explode, organs spilt out onto the floor, and even one some of them. A cry of a man who's lost his loved one filled their ears, and they had nothing to do except cry with him, sorrowful, pitiful, cries.

"Wasn't that just BEAUTIFUL" Wilbur laughed, his eyes wide in a harsh crazed look. The others just stared before them, Dream's grin turned into a smirk, walking back into the shadows, silently laughing - Wilbur knew this was what he wanted.

"Wilbur..." Tommy muttered, but Wilbur just shook him off.

"Tommy." He replies sternly, harsh spits spews out of his mouth as his word laced with a burst of small, shaky laughter. "They don't care about us." Tommy watched with wide eyes as Wilbur slowly stalked off, proudly.

"T-Techno?" Tommy looked to him, his glossy eyes now streaked with tears. Techno shrugged, having nothing to say as he follows Wilbur, no smile, nor frown, to be shown on his face. Did he have something planned? Tommy frowned, his feet kicking the pebbles as his mind traced over the events of the past few months, his mind telling him to scream, but he chose to ignore.

After all, he had something better planned with Tubbo.

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Helloo!! This was written before the festival for future readers

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