• MCYT OneShots •

• Opposites - Fundy x Quackity •

Hi! This was a request from Iknowenglish, so thank you!

Also, mutiple things!

A) Sorry for not updating this in a while, school sucks and there's a lot of work to do!

B) TYSM FOR ALL THE REQUESTS! I've been having some writers block in coming up with my own ideas, but I still love recreating yours!

C) TYSM FOR 25K READS! (I was finally awake for once!) I can't believe I can still remember freaking out about 100 reads, now I'm here with 25,000! So endless thank you's to all of you!

Now, let's get on with the story!

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Characters: Quackity, Fundy, mentions of Eret and others

Genre: Fluff, I think? (Lmao I'm so bad at diAgnOsiNg the genre xd)

AU: Minecraft/Real life?

Warnings: Swearing

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|~|Fundy's POV|~|

Being the most popular guy in the school comes with its perks. Tons of friends, a lot of teachers like you, good grades. Tons of girls are always on your tail, following you around- it's flattering, but I haven't really told anyone the truth, about my gayness.

All those poor girls.

I survey the wide, school halls, my stride big, powerful, confident. The exact opposite of the school's most obvious introvert, Quackity. You might be wondering, why would the most popular guy in the school, the quarterback of the football team, care about or even notice someone like Quackity?

Because he's different, that's why.

"Fundy!" I hear one of my best friends, Eret, calling to me from behind. He's dressed in his football gear, his longer-than-typical hair floating around his head. "Are you coming to practice today?"

I freeze, remembering the extra football practice we'd been assigned today. "Oh, shit- Eret, mind taking my backpack to the field? I gotta get dressed."

Eret laughs but nods, reaching for my bag. I toss it to him with a grateful smile and run to the boy's locker room, where I keep my football equipment. I practically sprint down the half-deserted hallways, pushing the locker room's door open. It swings closed behind me, loud and obnoxious.

I make it to my locker, spin the dial on the lock and throw the door open only a few seconds later. I snatch my stuff out, tossing it on the bench behind me and swinging the door of the locker closed, ending with a satisfying SLAM.

I glance around the locker room before pulling off my shirt and replacing it with gear.*

(*FOR THE RECORD, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FOOTBALL LMAO-)

After I'm set and dressed, I slid on my shoes and walk out of the locker room door. The hallways, like they were ten minutes ago, are deserted as far as the eye can see, which is until the bend in the hallway, the corner.

I jog down the tiled floor, hoping I won't be late for my practice. I round the corner, surprised to see someone there- I assume they didn't see me either though, because we slam into one another, both of us rocking back onto the floor.

I smack the floor, mainly with my hands and lower back, and wince- that's definitely going to leave bruising. I sit up again quickly and rubbing my hands together, inspecting the other person. They were half turned over, probably because I ran into him so hard.