mcyt || one shots

eyeliner || quackity

quackity has a truth or dare session with his chat and lets just say..
quackity's chat never disappoints.

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"yoo hello chat!" quackity started his stream. "so, today, we are going to be playing a game of truth or dare! i told the discord chat to send me as many truths or dares as they want, and, yeah, we are gonna randomly pick them!"

he continued his stream, laughing ever so often at the dumb secrets he had just told and all the stupid things he did for dares. none of them required him to jump of a roof yet, fortunately.

he laughed loudly, tossing his head back. "okay, okay, next truth next truth." he said in between fits of giggles.

"oh, this seems interesting." he looked closely at the monitor. "oh shit."

by this point the chat was spamming, telling him to answer it. there was even a dono read out. "answer the question or you're a simp." the robot voice said.

"i am not a simp!" quackity argued. the more he denied the more feral the chat went.

"fine, FINE!" he finally gave in. "i will answer the question, only because i am not a simp!"

"invite the closest girl friend you have over to your house." he read the dare.

"what if she's busy, chat?" he tried stalling. yeah, the chat didn't buy that. "okay, OKAY, YALL CHILL!" he screamed, reading the chat.

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i was doing some laundry when suddenly my phone rings. i head towards my table to answer it. "quackity?" i asked to myself. he's supposed to be streaming now, what is he doing calling me?

"yello?" i answered.

"y/n, hi!" he exclaimed. "chat shut up!" i heard him mutter under his breath.

"what the- quackity are you streaming?" i asked him, chuckling at the thought of his chat telling him off.

"uh, yes. you see, my amazing fans here," i could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "dared me to call someone im close too, and ask them to come over."

i gasped in response, "im close to you? awww." i said, just to mock him.

"y/n, shut up. just, are you coming or not?" he giggled.

"what if i say no?"

"chat will hate you."

"yeah, they would never."

"don't try them they are animals." he said, shuddering.

i managed a laugh in response. "fine, give me a few minutes."

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i made my way to his door, getting ready to knock. i noticed the door wasn't locked, so i assumed he was awaiting my arrival.

walking in i called out his name, so not to scare him. no one responded, and it was funny that it was silent. quackity quiet during stream? highly doubt it.

"uh, hello?" i asked again. i was more aware now, just in case he was to pop out from a closet or something. i saw his streaming set up, so i went there. suddenly, out of nowhere, quackity jumped up from under a table and screamed.

"oh, fuck!" i shouted, startled. remember when i said i was more aware? my instincts seemed to be more aware too. my hands balled up into a fist and hit the forehead of quackity.

"oh, fuck!" he shouted back. there was a slight bruise above his right eyebrow. guess thats what two years of karate does.

as my mind finally worked out what was happening, i started laughing.

"why are you laughing you punched me dumbass!" he slapped me on the back. "chat look she hit me!" he gestured to his right eyebrow, moving closer to the camera.

"bitch it was an accident!" i managed to let out in between laughs. "no one said you had to scare me!"

"chat dared me!" he pointed accusingly to the computer. i went closer to the screen, wanting to see the chats reaction.

'y/n please punch him again'
'did he just blame us?'
'yeah get him y/n!'

i chuckled seeing the chats response. "they're telling me to punch you again."

"stay away from me john cena."

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the stream had been going on for an hour and a half now. most of the truths and dares making us laugh till we cried.

"NEXTT!" quackity said, sounding high. just a few minutes ago someone dared him to drink some beer, and seeing as he rarely did so, the beer really took a toll on him.

"you take, what like 8 sips of beer and you're drunk already?" i asked him chuckling.

"what? pfft no." he denied. i only nodded in response. he scrolled and stopped, wanting to pick a random truth or dare.

"okay, its a dare." he started. "'big q i dare you to put on eyeliner,'" he read out.

his eyes grew wide. "oh god no!"

i started laughing again. "I HAVE EYELINER!"

laughing violently, i opened the cap of the eyeliner. "want it on your lid or under your eye?"

"both." he said nonchalantly.

"YES!" i started dragging it onto his lids, smudging it a little due to my hand shaking because i was laughing so hard.

"don't mess it up, y/n!" he shouted as he felt my unsteady hand.

"im doing my best, bitch boy!" i responded to his criticism. "finished!"

"bro i look like a fucking panda." he said looking into the camera. this made me laugh louder, pushing him off his chair.

"you asked for both!" i said as he got back on his chair, laughing.

"y/n, gimme the eyeliner." he said gesturing to my hand.

"what no." i exclaimed, not wanting him to draw on my face.

"i wont draw on you i promise!" he pleaded.

i rolled my eyes. "i won't hesitate to punch you again." i glared, giving him the eyeliner.

"yes!" i heard him mutter under his breath. "close your eyes dumbass i can't do your eyeliner with your eyes open."

i punched his shoulder lightly. closing my eyes, i felt the cold thin brush hitting my forehead. "i dont have a third eye why the hell are you writing on my forehead?"

"be patient!" he responded. "okay, open your eyes."

looking at his screen, i saw letters in his messy writing.

"oh she's blushing chat she's blushing!" he said, clapping.

"oh shut up." i said, hitting his head.

i smiled again to myself, looking back at what he wrote.

'big q's <3'.

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a/n : hello guys ! im sorry for the lack of consistent updates. there's an idea for a one shot thats been itching at the back of my mind for a few days. ive been thinking whether to write it as a one shot or as part of a story. ive been planning on writing a whole story, what do you guys think? would you guys prefer an x oc or x reader ?