Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy welcome. This is where I post my oneshots.
What?
I already have an oneshot book?
You drunk.
Just kidding, that one is crap. Don't go to it unless you feel like crying, because that was 2 years ago
//cries
Anyway, Ima write some Pew...
This oneshot was actually inspired by a picture Kiwa made:
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sCREECHES.
Anyway, so I hope you enjoy this PewDieCry and Septiplier oneshot! It's been edited, but it's about 3 am over here so I apologize for any mistakes.
Broday everyday--Septiplier away~!
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Cry's POV
"Oh God."
"Felix!"
"Oh, there's no fucking way."
"For fucks sake."
Felix mischievously wiggled his eyebrows at the four of us, his soft, light blue eyes shining with anticipation as he shook the thin box within his hands. Bouncing on the balls of his colorfully socked feet, he grinned slyly and eyed the item with glee and a hidden naughtiness. Despite our protests and groans, he still hauled his ass upstairs to retrieve a board game, but not just any board game.
Twister.
"So," he finally spoke after many seconds of admiring the box. Lifting his eyes from the thing, the Swede locked his hinting expression with mine and raised a single eyebrow in question, "Wanna play?"
"Fuck no," I replied without much hesitation.
"Yeah, no way," Jack seconded my response, adjusting his position on Felix's white couch.
Felix pouted, shoulders slumping in disappointment. "Oh, come o--"
"Fuck off," the Irish man added, interrupting the plea.
"But it'll be fun," Felix didn't cease his begs. I rolled my eyes and leaned back into the cushions, my hand snatching at my opened can of soda at my right. As the two disagreed, I allowed myself a sip of lemon lime, the fizzing bubbles snaking down my throat and supplying my relaxed emotions with an energetic kick of caffeine.
Jack and Mark happened to be hosting some video game festival here in the United Kingdom, and seeing the opportunity, both Ken and I decided to visit in addition to them. Tonight, we surprised Felix with our company, but because he wasn't expecting our arrival, we had to wait in the living room for a few hours for him to tidy up his hair and "appear presentable". I attempted to reassure him that we're all homies here and won't judge how he looked, but he quickly snapped at me the moment I began.
"Always gotta look my best in front of you, Cry," the blond had added at a low murmur.
At that moment, I was glad to have my mask on.
Drawing my attention back to what was occurring before me, I sighed with exasperated amusement at the continued bickering of Jack and Felix. At this point, Felix was attempting to set up the screen-printed mat onto the wooden floor, but Jack was hindering this process by clutching tightly at the print and tugging it away from the blond. Failing miserably at maintaining a frown on his amused expression, the respondent protested in a voice raised several octaves, enthusiastic hand gestures accompanying it.
