Errr...Well, this is awkward. I'll let you know why I am starting this: I have a secret collection of goals hidden in my Notes on my iPad...Two of those goals, "Have the courage to write a fanfic, even if just a one-shot, about Youtubers" (I've wanted to do one, but so nervous I'll get every single fact wrong about them), and "Write a story filled with one-shots". Coldstone4815 and NerdCraftMC have given me drive to do this thang! Special thanks to them, as well as mah peops back at DA (I love ya guys ;3)
Honestly, I'm not sure if they'll suck .~. Who knows. Because. I'm really nervous with this whole youtuber thing, but I just really want to try it out. Not all one-shots will be youtubers, there will be my OCs mixed into there. Argh. I feel so nervous about this.
Mitch fiddled with the dog tag around his neck, as he looked out towards the playground. The same playground they all used to play on, together.
What had happened to the once cheerful group, filled with joking, occasional (somewhat) friendly squabbles, doing Minigames together, and in general, having fun?
Was it the fame, as the name 'Team Crafted' spread out to the farthest reaches of Minecraftia?
Sky grinned, looking out at the group of friends. "Guys. Our complete win in the Hunger Games has done things for us. We're getting noticed." The nine of them looked up at the self-designated leader, each wearing a similar smile. Two were remarkably sullen, though, given the situation.
"But is it fame we really want? We'll lose sight of being just friends..." Seto called out.
Mitch sighed, "Dude, we'll never stop being friends. Talk about doubts." At that time, he didn't realize that one small statement would start cracking the team apart, like a fissure.
"Okay." Seto replied, casting a glance towards a particularly interesting wall.
Far into the night, the group discussed how they could possibly enhance their fame as much as possible. Ideas ranged from seeking business opportunities from mining and Minigames companies, while others involved accentuating certain aspects of each member, such as budder-loving/squid-hating Sky, and Betty-weilding Jerome.
A few of them were uncomfortable with the idea of it. Because they knew that would turn each and every one of the childhood friends into people defined by fame.
Was it the fact that slowly, a few certain members started going their own ways, to take their own path?
Kermit looked slightly shaky, as he took in a deep breath, and looked at each of the members of Team Crafted.
"Why so sullen?" Jason said, teasing the frog.
Kermit stared him straight in the eye, or at least his visor, "Guys. I'm leaving."
A blanket of silence veiled the room, broken only by the sound of Husky's dropped glass shattering. "You've gotta be shitting me.", Husky said, snorting.
The frog shook his head solemnly. "I want to go solo, guys. I'm one of the least popular people." Seto winced at this part, as if he himself was harbor in a few doubts. "I feel like I'm just leeching off you. I need to spread my own wings and fly."
"You aren't a damn angel, Kermit." Jerome said, slamming a glass of water onto the table. "But if it's your own wish, then just leave."
"I've already packed..." Kermit whispered. Only Ty heard him say this last part, and his red eyes showed regret.
"What have we become..." Ty muttered. Seto turned towards Ty, giving him a slight nod, apparently having heard him, and agreeing.
The fact that they would reject even the closest of friends, just for money?
"Where the hell is Seto?" Sky said, scowling, "The meeting was supposed to start 10 minutes ago..."
Mitch rolled his eyes, "Too absorbed in his magical studies, I bet. I really don't think he's even acting like part of the team anymore."
"You do have a fair point. Plus, what about when he gets too powerful. He eventually will." Ian said, narrowing his eyes behind his sunglasses.
There were murmurs of agreement from around the table. Husky spoke up above the whispers of personal conversations, "He doesn't even live in the team house! Just some weird sorcerer tower in the middle of nowhere!"
Mitch looked at the light of fire in each of their eyes, Ty not included, and whispered the sentence that would sink the team so far into the hole they'd dug, that they couldn't get out. "He'll slow down our path to stardom...Vote to kick him out?" Each of them hesitantly put up their hand, all except Ty, who gave each member an individual glare.
Ty stood up, his chair making a dissonant screeching noise as his chair got pushed back. "He's our friend! Who cares about fame, now! Of all the people in this group, he was the one who was willing to sacrifice so much, just to keep us together. And you return that with this? We've lost sight of what this group is about for crying out loud." He sat down, crossing his arms over his chest.
The next words decided it once and for all. "Majority rules. Seto is no longer a member of this team." Sky spoke, in a cold voice, ignoring what Ty had said prior to him speaking.
What they didn't know was that Seto had been fighting for his life the past week, trying to conquer the illness that had taken place in him since he tampered with something that was meant to be left alone.
God, what had happen to them?
Sky now was a warrior, who sought only to see the inky blood of the squid on his hand. He always did take the roleplaying too far. So far that he had driven himself to hate a minor threat.
Ty now spent his time making music for big record companies. He always did treasure those headphones. Even when they all were still good friends, they never knew what kind of music was playing through that headset.
Jason had started to lock himself in his house, seperate from the now-abandoned TC house, trying to make it back to the stars, where he thought he belonged. Nobody ever bothered to ask him about his past. All they knew was that he crashed down to Minecraftia on a rock, while Sky and Ty were at the playground at the young age of five.
Seto had disappeared from the world, without the team even being able to inform him of his new status on the team. For all they knew, he could be dead. It was where Seto ended up, that Mitch worried about the most.
Husky had tried to find more of his kind, after he was informed that there were survivors from the genocide of the Pixelmon species. The group never did think about how he felt knowing there was no one else like him. All they did was call him a fish, which just pissed him off.
Mitch had heard rumors that Kermit had joined a lesser-known group, and was not seen very often these days. Team MVG, he had heard, a team that was slowly rising and getting more fame.
Ssundee found a new job, as a warden in a prison. It was no longer just a fun game of Cops and Robbers for him. Mitch had a feeling that Ian, being closest to old memories, was probably getting affected the worst.
Finally, Mitch and Jerome were still close friends, and lived together, but that was it.
But other than the two, each and every single of them stopped contacting each other. They no longer were. The final announcement of the team's breakup had shattered the hearts of many fans. Some fans blew up at the mention of that team. Others continued to think of them as a team, even writing fanfiction involving them inside this weird game called "Earthscape" that they used to play. Others didn't even care.
Mitch had been glared at in the streets, mocked, attacked. It became so bad that he had to retreat to the jungle around the team's old childhood town, but it was good knowing that at least Jerome enjoyed being somewhere he knew.
What once was had become brutally cracked, a mirror so shattered you couldn't even see a reflection of what once was the team. Quite sad, but Mitch knew that there was no going back.
I warn you, I may use YT names for some characters, but real names for others. Or MC IGNs. Or just plain flip flop.
I hardly see fanfics about a completely broken-up TC. So I thought I'd do this. Hope ya enjoyed. So nervous just posting this T^T I dunno how this makes me feel. I now have two plot bunnies, because of this, though, literally leaping and bounding before me. God, the pain already hurts. Is this going to happen every time I write a one-shot? Because every time a write a one-shot, a new bunny is given birth. And the problem is I'm in the process of writing two fanfics. Which is also why I won't be posting very often on this. God, but I have to write them...Gaaaah! This inner turmoil. Oh, and look. So many ideas for one-shots, but I can't write them due to a certain 'reason'...
I'm not going to say my usual review thingy, because I am scared shitless prior to posting this, and I'm not sure if I want to hear what you have to say xD Erm...Send in prompts, I guess? Also, yeah. If you haven't noticed already. I will swear if I feel it's natural.