Block Stories (Minecraft Youtuber Oneshot Book)

Big Guitar (Sleepy Boys inc.)

Family family stuff

(Context: Philza is a (struggling) (step)father with his 3 adoptive sons, Techno being the oldest, Wilbur being the middle, and Tommy, of course, being the youngest.)

Oh yeah imma describe what they're wearing for a second

Philza- Green long sleeved collar shirt thing, blue pants and all that stuff, he's wearing his signature hat

Techno- Pink haired kid, wearing a pink shirt and pants stuff

Wilbur- Ridiculously big beanie, and orange sweater with black pants

Tommy- his signature clothing! His mc skin basically lmao

Now on with the story

I will not be using their real names, because if feels a bit weird doing so

Philza walked around the mall, looking around. He was holding Wilbur and Techno's hands, for them not to aimlessly walk away of course, and Tommy on his shoulders, holding onto Philza's head, or, head.

"What are we doing here again?" Techno asked, then yawning.

"We're doing some errands, Techno." Philza answered.

"Why didn't you just let us stay in the car?" Wilbur asked.

"We are big boys now! We can fight of the bad guys!" Tommy put up both of his arms out, then immediately grabbing onto the his father's face again.

"No, first of all, I didn't let all of you three stay in car, because that's for your safety." Philza let go of Techno's hands for a second to fix his hat, then continued holding it. "And second, I don't want to be judged by other parents doing that."

"Ohhhh kayyy." The three kids said.

One Wilbur's right, he saw a store. Not just any store, a music store. Guitars in different sizes hung from the walls, metal music was blasting from the store, and all the different types of instruments, big and small, were scattered in the store. It made young boy's eyes glitter.

Wilbur tugged on his father's green coat, getting his attention.

"Yes, Wilbur?" Philza asked and looked down.

Wilbur pointed at the store.

"Can we go there?" Wilbur pleaded. "Please please please Dad!"

"Well..." Philza observed the store, and noticed the loud music playing from it. He wondered why the mall hasn't asked to keep the tone down.

He was about to deny his son's request but when he looked down to Wilbur, he couldn't say no.

"I, well." Philza looked back at the store again, then to Wilbur. "Fine."

"Yay!" Wilbur cheered.

"But after! After we do the errands I need, I need to do." Phil said.

He grabbed onto Wilbur and pulled him along.

..........

"Sooo, what are you going to do here, Wilbur?" Techno asked when he followed his brother around the surprisingly big music store. Wilbur was focusing, staring at the different instruments.

Phil was reading a random magazine he had found. He would check the kids from time to time, and get back to reading.

Tommy ran up to them, looking at the interesting instruments with Wilbur.

"Ohh! How about this, Wilbur?" Tommy got out a kazoo from one of the shelves. He poorly blew it, making a horrible sound.

Wilbur and Techno squinted at that.

"Uhhh, maybe not." Wilbur told him.

Tommy stopped blowing and made a sad toot. Techno grabbed the kazoo away and put it back in its place.

Wilbur walked around a bit more, and gasped in amazement. He had found an instrument that was perfect for him.

It was a brown, and a big guitar. It hung on the wall, and Wilbur could see his own reflection in it. It was way bigger than him, probably the size of him, but he wanted it anyways.

Wilbur pointed at the guitar. "That one."

Technoblade and Tommy walked beside him, Techno on the right, Tommy on the left.

"A guitar?" Tommy said.

"I always knew you were a guitar man." Techno commented, nudging Wilbur on the side.

Wilbur walked away for a second, and came back pulling a chair in. Techno and Tommy watched in the background, wanting to see what Wilbur was doing. Wilbur continued to pull the chair, until it was directly under the guitar.

"Should we...?" Tommy looked at Techno. Techno shrugged in response and the two watched their brother again.

Wilbur got up on the chair, and stood up. He reached for the guitar with both of his arms. He leaned forward, making the chair tipped for a second. Wilbur stopped for a moment and grabbed onto the chair. He reached out for it again, and managed to grab hold of it. He pulled it up for a bit, but Wilbur realized how heavy it was and let go.

Wilbur was then grabbed by the back, and he saw his father grabbed the guitar and held it up from falling. Philza looked at Wilbur, and Wilbur sheepishly chuckled. Philza put Wilbur on the ground, with the others and put the guitar and chair back.

"You could have asked me for help." Phil said.

"Sorry." Wilbur looked down.

Philza looked around the store, and saw something that might be perfect for Wilbur. Wilbur watched as his father walked up to the cashier, and pulled out his wallet.

"How much for that guitar?" He pointed at the guitar behind him, not to big and not to small for Wilbur.

His son watched in surprise.

A few minutes later, they were back in the car. Wilbur holding the guitar up, examining it.

"Can you play some songs?" Tommy asked.

"Ummm." Wilbur put the guitar in his arms, in a playing position. He held onto the guitar's neck, attempting to form a guitar chords with his small fingers. He strummed the strings, making a decent sound.

"Woahhhhh!" Tommy awed.

"Then smash it." Techno joked, making all of them laugh. Philzacm chuckled and looked at Wilbur, who was still admiring the guitar he had. He looked gripped the steering wheel and sighed.

"You will become a great guitarist, Wilbur." Phil told him, and drove off.

Wilbur didn't know that in his adult years, he would make incredible music, that people would love.

Author's note:

Bruh there were some grammar mistakes FRICK-