it is a crisp autumn morning and you decide to go to dallon james weekes' house, who just so happens to be your favorite member of the iconic american musical duo, i dont know how but they found me. once you arrive, his beautiful wife, breezy, answers the door and invites you inside. you ask her where her tall ass husband is and she says he's in the bathroom taking a fat shit, so you wait patiently on the couch. 45 minutes later, he finally walks into the living room. "hey, dallon. you're looking extra thicc today!" you say, smacking his voluptuous ass in front of his wife. you expect him to say 'thank you' or something along those lines, but he doesn't. instead, he says "aowaowa aaaah." "damn, dallon. i've always compared you to an enderman, but i never knew you actually were one. that's crazy, bro." you say in disbelief while he grabs the wood from the ceiling above you and carries it away, causing many sand blocks to fall directly on top of your fragile skull. you died!
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dallon weekes fanfic except he only speaks in minecraft sounds
Fanfictionjust a request from a friend