MCYT oneshots (requests open!)

my manager told me you guys arent allowed here anymore (SBI x reader)

(platonic lol. either commie or cyg-chan suggested this. which? idk because they request a lot but I'm not complaining, gives me more ideas :D)

Y/n's POV

I logged off of my computer, bored as hell after Philza stopped streaming. At the end of his stream, he talked about meeting up with his younger friends from the Dream SMP- Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, and Technoblade. Wilbur's music isn't bad- I've heard it on stream a few times. Technoblade was renowned for his PvP skills, and Tommy was a supposed gremlin. I didn't watch the SMP, having only watched Phil's hardcore world streams.

Phil was in a call with the previously mentioned, and they discussed meeting up in cosplay of their Minecraft characters, to which they eventually agreed on doing. I saw all of their skins, and you may think that Wilbur or Tommy had it the easiest. And, even though he's the only one I watch religiously, I know it'll be easiest for Phil. He's a weeb; cosplaying is no joke to him.

When I saw Technoblade's Minecraft character, I was concerned, but they talked about him just putting on a pink wig, which I find hilarious. The reasoning was that he had revealed he was claustrophobic, and a full-body suit wouldn't bode well with him, finding the compromise of a white, menacing mask that he found on Amazon.

They didn't reveal their rendezvous point, which I was fine with- doesn't matter to me anyway.

Three weeks later, your POV:)

Grumbling incoherently, I slip on my shoes, plop my hat on, and walked out my front door. I open my car's door and get in. Pulling out of the driveway, I make the eight-minute trip to my local Taco Bell, which I coincidentally have a shift at that starts in... 13 minutes ago. I couldn't find my wallet, ok?!

After arriving 20 minutes late, my boss looked at me disapprovingly, to which I shuddered and explained the situation.

"Mm, ok, (Y/N). This better not happen again."

Nervously fiddling with my jacket's hem, I reply, "Yes sir."

I head to the front of the restaurant, ready to work mainly as a cashier for this shift. Some customers come by, and I tolerate their orders, calling them to pick their food up when it's ready. 

It wasn't until an hour into my work that three men and a teenager walked into our fine establishment. I looked them up and down as they came to take my order weirdly. They looked quite reminiscent of Philza and his friends.

I stare at them strangely, and after a few seconds, I space out. One of them cleared their throat, and it popped my daydream bubble.

"Oh! Right, sorry. You guys just look..." I trail off, "Uh, what would you like to order today?"

The man with pink hair says, "Phil, this is the dumbest thing ever. We're going to get recognized more..." My smile drops as I deadpan inside my head. Does he think I can't hear him? And Phil? Is that really Phila? What are they doing at a Taco Bell in Pecos, Texas? 

The child I recognize as TommyInnit yells quite loudly, "Don't worry! We're awesome-looking, so getting recognized would be a privilege to our fans!"

"Right, privilege..." Technoblade replied tiredly, as Wilbur placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Aw, come on, Technoblade! You look the coolest out of us, other than me, of course!"

Phil sighs and glances apologetically at me before turning around to ask the three of them what they want. In no regard to Phil's efforts, the three continue their back and forth.