QSMP One Shots

Chayanne's friend (Not lore accurate)

Plot: Phil notices Chayanne talking to nothing and finds out about an "imaginary" friend of his son's.

Languages: English, Spanish

Third Person

"Chayanne? Who you talking to?" Phil asks coming down to see Chayanne talking to nothing, while looking at the green chair. "My friend, he's telling about different ways of attacks and also really cool stories like the ones you tell!" Chayanne responds and smiles going quiet like someone else was talking to him.

Phil looks at the chair than Chayanne, "Are they invisible?" Phil asks, joining Chayanne as his bed observing the chair. "Kinda, he's transparent." Chayanne responds and runs over to a bag of his. "Maybe he just needs something on top so you can see him!" He exclaims throwing a blanket over the chair, and sure enough, it stayed up like someone was sitting there.

"What the fuck.." Phil muttered as Chayanne ran back over to him, "Lo siento, but I want my papà able to see you!" Chayanne says looking towards the floating blanket on the chair. Phil looking at Chayanne than the chair. "Huh? He has something he wants me to say to you Papà?" Chayanne mumbles looking up at Phil.

Phil nods, "This is gonna be some creepy shit." He thinks but doesn't let his smile fall. "I- do you want me to translate?" Chayanne asks, holding back a chuckle. "No?? Okay then.." he says after a moment of silence.

"Ay caramba donde estas la biblioteca, is the message Papà." Chayanne says looking confused, "Chayanne, how do you know that quote?" Phil asks, his voice dropping. Chayanne looks up at him, "That's just what he said to say Papà." He replies confused.

Phil looks at the blanket, than Chayanne, "I'll be right back mate." Phil mutters and runs up the ladder.

Chayanne's pov

"Why is papà acting so weird about that?" I ask looking at the pink haired ghost who laughed, "I'm guessing the old man is having deja vu or thinks you two are both going crazy." My friend responds. "How come you don't tell me your name?" I ask, taking the blanket off his head. "Because it'll ruin the surprise little anarchist." He says with a toothy grin.

The tusks he has reminds me of the sharp teeth, the triplets all have sticking out when they smile. Dapper has the most obvious ones, Ramón's are barely even visible though. "Papà what do you have?" I ask seeing papà carrying books and a crown.

"Are you there Protesilaus?" Papà says and holds out a crown, "Glad to see your smart enough to figure it out still Phil." My unnamed friend says grabbing the golden crown and putting it on. Papà smiles, grabbing onto a heart pendant in his hands. 

"It's nice to see you Techno, why didn't you try and get my attention before?" Papà says, wait Techno? "Your techno blade!?" I shout looking at the transparent figure. He gives a small nod, "I've been talking to—" "Your idol? Yep." Papà finishes and laughs.

"Okay but what does the message mean, besides the actual translation?" I ask looking at Techno. "Oh it's just a thing i said as a battle cry once while beating a child in bed wars or something like that, the further memories are a bit fuzzy now." He responds with a smile.

Papà nodding in agreement with him, "It was a battle cry?" I mumble, "ASKING WHERE THE LIBRARY WAS A BATTLE CRY!?" I shout in confusion, making the two laugh and ignoring me. Though Papà seems really happy, so it's fine.

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