Philza Oneshots

Snows of Tranquility

Again, not requested.

Topics:
Slight Fluff
Goofing
Colourzas

Prompt: It's MCC 13, and Phil is unusually quiet in Sands of Time.

Trigger Warnings: None.

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"Alright, I'll explain everything to Big Q. Phil and Fundy, you guys go get us some coins. We need vaults too. Don't forget the sand."

"It's snow, Will. This is Christmas," chimed in an orange fox. Wilbur, the beanie boy, had this huge shame sweater on given to him by the admins of this lovely event.

MCC was a championship made for the best 'players' in the city of Minecraft. It stood for (M)ine(C)raft (C)hampionships. 10 teams of 4 competed against each other in a series of 8 games, 7 of them voted by the teams. The 5th game was usually determined by an audience vote.

It was the jolly season, Christmas, so MCC tweaked the lobby and all their games to suit the festive mood. Sands of Time, what the last game would have been called, was now called Snows of Time. Philza Minecraft, the city's top survivalist, having survived in a Hardcore server all alone for 5 years before finding civilisation, was put in a team with Quackity, a spanish duck lover, Fundy, a dutch fox, and Wilbur, a British musician with an unhealthy obsession for beanies and Geoguessr.

Quackity was assigned the Snow Keeper role, which means he had to keep an eye on the snow timer, which could be refilled with snow found around the temple. Wilbur, Fundy and him were to collect coins and find and unlock vaults and vault keys.

They checked their headsets to make sure they could still communicate, and ran off separate ways into the temple.

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He dodged, slicing the zombie's gut. Instead of blood pouring out, the zombie simply turned into a cloud of particles. Poof!

He ran down another hallway, finding an iron sword and a few rusty keys. Luckily enough, he found a wooden vault door, opening it with one of the rusty keys. He immediately regretted it.

A blaze spawner was set on a pillar in the middle, surrounded by lava. The pillar was connected to the edges of the area by two bridges on Phil's either side.

"Heya!" Someone called. He looked around.

No one.

"Here, silly!"

He looked up.

"Oh, aye Pink."

Pinkza nodded in greeting, deciding to follow Phil and keep him company. Phil made sure his headset was muted before continuing to collect coins and chat with Pink.

Soon enough, Greyza, Orangeza and Blueza decided to join them. Orange said Yellow and Red would be there soon. Purple was gonna take his time, as he had no interest in accompanying Phil on a boring MCC expedition.

"That edgy bitch," Yellowza commented, making everyone glare.

"Shut up, gay boy," Pink said, which made Orange, Grey and Phil go 'OOOOHH!' Yellow blushed in embarrassment. 

"Okay guys, I'm trying to win this MCC, don't fuck this up for me," Phil said, almost getting knocked into the lava by Orange. 

"Oops, sorry Phil!" Orange called, knowing he almost screwed Phil over. Phil just nodded, seemingly really concentrated.

Time seemed to pass by fairly quickly as Phil gathered up coins, watching his counterparts playing Hide'n'seek. He quickly excused himself to unmute his headset.

"Hey Big Q, how much time we got left?"

"Uhhh, oh shit- 50 seconds, hurry up Philza Minecraft!" Quackity speedrunned his words. No time to waste, Philza took off.

"What's gotten your feathers ruffled, Phil?" Orange asked.

"We've got about 50 seconds left, I need to hurry back and quick. Call the others. Game's about to end, admins can't see them." Orange nodded and disappeared. Phil could see out of the corner of his eyes his counterparts disappearing into thin air, one by one.

He wasn't gonna make it.

The portal was right in front of him, but the time was almost up.

And then, miracly, Quackity put in the last snow block, giving enough time for both Quackity and Philza to make it. Wilbur was too deep in, ending up stuck 5 inches away from the portal. He was caged with 3 others.

Phil stumbled, seemingly tripping on something. "Watch it, Yellow!"

"Sorry, Green!" Yellow whispered.

"Who are you talking to, Phil?" Fundy asked.

Phil simply looked at him, and smiled. He ruffled his fur.

"No one Fundy. No one."

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Hullo! Author here. Just thought I'd get a short, fluff based oneshot out to give you all a small break from the torture Phil is suffering :)

Be grateful, this is a rare experience.

As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, please don't forget to vote, and consider requesting a prompt for me to write! I love writing you guys' prompts, as your ideas are always so intriguing.

Happy reading! <3