mcyt || one shots

twister || mcyt

a/n : yes indeed i did put a picture of a twister mat for referance.
platonic!reader
when all your minecraft friends gather for a game night, things might go to hell.
warnings : mild swearing

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"where the hell is sapnap?" i ask after taking a glance at all the people cramped into the living room.

dream had thought of a fun idea for a meet up a couple weeks prior. when all of us agreed — us meaning me, dream, sapnap, george, tommy, tubbo and wilbur, — he and wilbur had booked an airbnb where we'd all be staying for a week. today, we all agreed to have a relaxing and calm night and play board games.

yeah, it wasnt all that calm and relaxing.

"donno, probably taking a shit." wilbur responded. "he didn't believe me when i said it was impossible to eat 5 tacos in 2 minutes."

"did he take it up a notch and decided to add jalapeños?" tubbo smirked, knowing how competitive sapnap could get.

"hes a dumbass what do you expect." wilbur chuckled. "for the record, i tried to stop him."

"sapnap hurry your ass up !" george shouted up the stairs.

"anyways, while big s is pooping out his jalapeños, what should we play first ?" tommy interrupted.

we looked at the display of board games on the floor. there was monopoly, uno, twister, even jenga.

"ooh what about twister ?" i headed toward the colourful mat.

"youre kidding." dream said. "sapnaps just taken a shit and you want to play twister?"

"could help his bowels." i added, laughing as i imagined him playing.

we all laughed, not noticing sapnap coming down the stairs. he looked relieved to say the least. this made us crack up even more, causing him to spin around, his face plastered with confusion.

"what, whats wrong ?" sapnap asked. "is there something on my face?"

"nothing, nothing." i giggled.

he sat down with us, still confused as ever. i grabbed the twister mat and put it in the center of the room.

"no way we are playing that." sapnap glared at the mat.

"who told you to take a shit for too long." tommy replied to sapnaps protests.

"god, help me."

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"george, right hand on green." sapnap read. he'd lost early in the game, claiming his tummy hurt from the shit he took earlier.

george moved his hand toward the yellow circle. "oh man this position really hurts."

the others only giggled, entertained how george placed his hand on the wrong colour.

"do we tell him?" wilbur whispered to dream.

"no no. he-he'll figure it out." dream said, struggling to hold in his laugh.