𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 y/n and quackity wreak havoc on the dream smp, resulting in the need to attack their friends in another language
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𝐚𝐤𝐚 "¿me perdonas?"
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, I do not speak spanish! everything written in spanish here came from google translate! so, sorry in advance! * i will be writing what i think is the translation of each sentence in the comments next to it
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Y/n shot a playful look to her facecam, but kept her mouth shut so as not to alert anyone in the call. It was pretty dark in her bedroom, most of the light coming from the monitors on her desk before her, a minimal amount coming from whatever she had turned on in the background. Minecraft was open on the main screen in front of her, her stream's chat on the other. It was moving at a rather casual pace, which was to be expected. She was about 75 minutes into streaming now, things typically calmed down by this point.
Y/n, however, was not looking to keep things calm. She gotten a little bored of wandering around and collecting resources. About 10 minutes ago, she'd decided to hunt for people to annoy, and lucky for Y/n, Karl Jacobs just joined the game.
"Q, did you see that?" She finally asked aloud, walking in the direction of spawn, where she was sure dear, sweet Karl would be.
Quackity, who'd been a part of Y/n's plan to cause problems since he joined the call that night, giggled mischievously, running his character after Y/n's.
"We're gonna come get you Karl," he sang teasingly into his mic, well aware that the guy couldn't actually hear him. Y/n stifled a laugh when she heard Alex turn on his autotune voice filter.
"Karl, we're coming for you~"
The Dream Smp spawn area appeared faster than Y/n expected it to, and she quickly found herself walking through L'manberg, past Party Island, and all the way into El Rapids, where Karl was casually looking into a chest.
Crouching behind a leftover wooden block, Y/n shushed Quackity and beckoned him over. He followed quietly, still mumbling something incoherent about Karl under his breath.
"Look at him. Being all innocent and shit," Y/n whispered, Quackity nodding his head at her.
"I'm gonna fuck him up," Quackity threatened, cracking her knuckles at his facecam and pretending to hype himself up for whatever nonexistent fight he was making up in his head. "I don't know nobody, I don't know nobody."
"Yeah, we're gonna-"
Y/n shut her mouth quickly, hearing the ding that someone had joined their discord call. Looking over at the screen, she pursed her lips at the sight of Georgenotfound's name. They were all silent for a second, until George spoke up.
