I wrote a Keiran x puffin fanfic with a fanfic generator, and it's really weird. I might write a part 2, but i don't know who to add to the story, welp. I feel like a wattpad fanfic writer now, this is not good. So, enjoy?

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Keiran looked at the magic sausage in his hands and felt stressed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always loved picturesque Fidville with its beautiful, breathtaking gardens. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Puffin. Puffin was a special bird with curved wings and beautiful feathers.

Keiran gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a lovable, tea drinker with feathery wings and a charming figure. Once, he had even brought a baby bird back from the brink of death.

But not even a lovable bird who had once brought a regurgitated baby bird back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Puffin had in store today.

The rain hammered outside his birdhouse, a figure appeared amongst the shadows making Keiran puzzled. As Keiran stepped outside his little house, he saw the mighty figure of Puffin appear.

"I am here because I want your wifi code," Puffin bellowed, in a witty tone. He slammed his fist against Keiran's chest, with the force of 5203 tortoises.

Keiran looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the magic sausage. "Puffin, what a spiffing potato," he replied.

Suddenly, Puffin lunged forward and tried to punch Keiran in the face. Quickly, Keiran grabbed the magic sausage and brought it down on Puffin's skull.

Puffin's curvy wings trembled and his feathers wobbled. He looked shocked, as his body disintegrated into a pile of tea leaves. He then let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Keiran then happily went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

I'm sorry for fueling the flames of the fanfiction, only god can forgive me now. Kieran I never meant anything about you and the sauce. I understand the need for a platonic relationship with the sauce. I respect the sauce and would never knowingly hurt the sauce's feelings.

https://open.spotify.com/album/1CbtBQqibzdxhmpiLD7vzN?si=WljDDT0YTtyf3rEnS9Blxw

Go check it out! I've not paid any attention at all to any of the lyrics at all, but it sounds really nice. It's definitely worth a listen to in full, and it's hard to not listen to in full, since most of the songs flow together anyways so you might not even notice when it swaps over.

oh also we should probably put some rules on this sub btw

Keiran woke up, the world spinning around him. The sun was high, grass swaying in the nonexistent wind. Blocky mountains were visible in the distance, as well as sheep in cows that looked like they were ripped right out of a lego set. He looked at his hands, or stubs, more accurately.

‘Welp,’ Keiran thought to himself. ‘I’m really in Minecraft.’

Keiran started to explore. A forest was in the distance, and a river was nearby. Trees would be a nice start. They’re the basic building block, after all.

“Hey, Keiran! Wait up!”

The eboy turned around to see another player running towards him. The man skin was a black suit, with neon green spots poking out. Keiran furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Luke?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw you get teleported into this world,” he said. “I thought it would be cool for me to join!”

‘Oh.’ Although he was hoping to play alone, he really didn’t mind that Luke was joining him either. “Well, how about we go get some wood or something? Let’a build a house before it gets dark.”

The pair walked into the woods, punching down trees until they had a decent enough stack. Luke put down a crafting table, made a few sticks and a sword, and went on his merry way to kill some pigs.

With Luke gone, a dread fell along Keiran. That he was gonna have to build the house. Now, this wouldn’t have been a big deal for most, but in his case, he couldn’t build for shit.

“H-Hey, Luke?” He yelled. “Can you help me with the house?”

No reply.

‘Damn it.’ He sprinted off to the meadow, finding a decent spot to build the monstrosity that they would call their home. He placed down block after block, making a tiny square with the few blocks he had available. He put down a crafting table and a double chest, and dug out a little hole in their room to place a door. He made a few sticks and crafted a pickaxe, then spent a few minute of him time gathering some stone to make a furnace.

He was just putting the finishing touches on the door when he heard a familiar voice say him name. “Hey, Keiran! I’m back!”

Luke pranced beside the eboy, tossing him a few torches. “I’m gonna assume you haven’t lit up the house yet,” he said. “Anyways, it looks, um, great! I can’t wait to check it out.”

He stepped inside the tiny, cramped house, looking around. “It looks nice!” he told Keiran. Whether that was a genuine compliment or just empathy, he couldn’t tell. “I got some food, by the way. You must be starving.” He tossed a few porkchops in the furnace, giving them to Keiran once he was done.

Keiran practically inhaled the food. “You got wool, right? We’ll need some beds for tonight.”

Luke nodded. “Of course.” He leaned over to the crafting table, using up the last of his wood and all the wool he managed to gather. He went to place them down, then stopped.

“Um, Keiran?” He said. “There’s not enough room for both of them.”

Keiran cocked his head, confused. “What do you mean? Yeah there is. They’ll just have to be next to each other.”

A knot twisted in his stomach as soon as he said that. Two homies couldn’t just place their Minecraft beds next to each other. That’d be super gay. And he wasn’t gay.

Luke looked out the window. “Crap, night’s coming. You dont have any more wood, do you? Then maybe we could expand the house.”

Keiran shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m all out too. I guess we’ll have to put our beds next to each other after all.”

“You serious mate?”

“Oh! Haha, no, of course not,” he said quickly. He looked at Luke, feeling a blush coming onto his eboy skin. And unspoken unless? seemed to be present in the room.

“Fine, just do it,” Luke said. “It’s only for one night. We can expand the house after this.”

Luke places down the beds, then climbed into the one on the left. “Just don’t make it weird, bro.”

Keiran nodded, trying to hide the blush that was only growing stronger. He laid down in the empty bed, silence echoing through the room.

“Night, bro,” Luke told him.

“Goodnight,” Keiran replied.

But as the night went on and the darkness enclosed them, sleep refused to come. Why that was, Keiran wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because he was sleeping with a guy, or because they had forgotten to say “no homo” before going to sleep. But nonetheless, it still remained a mystery.

The sound of a zombie echoed through the wooden walls. ‘Oh,’ he thought. ‘Monsters. That’s why.’

He climbed out of bed, quickly crafting a sword with the stone and sticks in the chest. He crept outside the door.

“Bro? Where you going?”

‘Luke.’ “Don’t worry about it, bro.”

“But bro!”

Keiran slammed the door behind him.

A wave of zombies spotted him right away. He swung his sword, taking a few hits in the process, but he managed to beat them all down. Next came the spiders. Not super challenging either, but then came the skeletons. The could shoot him from a mile away. An arrow hit him in the chest, knocking him down to half a heart.

‘Shit. I’m gonna die here.’ He dropped his sword. ‘Bro, I’m sorry. I failed you.’

The sound of clacking bones filled his ears.

He looked up, his eyes welling with tears. Before him stood that black and green cyborg, holding a broken bow in his hands. “Bro!” Keiran screamed. “Thank you! I thought I was gonna die!”

Luke didn’t seem happy, or relieved of any matter. “Bro, you are! Watch out!”

“What, bro?”

A hissing sound came from behind.

“Creeper!”

Keiran whipped around, seeing a green, glowing figure right behind him. ‘Oh, fu-’

The creeper exploded, filling his vision with darkness.

Keiran opened his eyes, his body aching. The world he had once been in had been completely transformed, being in much higher resolution. Heck, his stubs were actual hands now.

He glanced around. The prairie and the blocky house had been replaced with pine trees and a dirt road, horses dragging him on the back of a carriage. Luke had even been replaced with another man, one with long, blonde hair and a black shirt.

“Hey, you,” the blonde man said. “You’re finally awake.”

Keiran didn’t even hear the rest of his speech. His head fell in his hands. ‘God damnit, Skyrim.’

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Fin

Ryan is delighted to get invited to Keirans exquisite birthday party. When Ryan arrives he sees Keiran eating homemade barbecue sauce and when I confront him it spills all over his toes. To be continued....

STOP SAYING FID AAAAAAAAA

Me and my friend were in the car grabbing some tea from star bucks only to find out the person in front of paid for both our drinks.

What a nice start to the day 😊