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"Do your intro." A low monotonous voice behind the camera says as he focuses it on a blonde confused man in front of him.
The surrounding is dark and eerie with a black silhouette of a huge building as a backdrop scenery; you can easily tell the situation they're in. There are some distant voices talking in the background but the two just chose to ignore them.
"Is it rolling?" The blonde boy asks, his accent rolling off of his tongue as he does so.
"Yes, do your intro." The cameraman says again.
The blonde on focus paints a grin on his face and breathes in, ready to say his introduction line for the video.
"Woahㅡ" One of the background voices says in shock, interrupting the main character before he could even say anything.
"What?" Another voice asks, both getting louder as they inch closer to the first two mentioned.The cameraman switches his angle towards them, a physique of a taller man with a mask on and a smaller one wearing a bright yellow jumper.
"I think someone just waved at me from the east wing window on the third floor." The bright yellow boy says as he smiles nervously at the camera and at the blonde one.
"Tubbo, what the fuck, man?" The cameraman lets out a soft snort when he sees how the blonde's face turn sour and terrified despite the lack of imagery.
"How can you possibly see that when I can't even see your face clearly up this close?" The taller man asks, trying to imply that the shorter one must be just seeing things due to the darkness.
"No, I swear I saw someone wave at me! I was about to wave back but then they kinda just disappeared."
"Tubbo, you're shitting."
"I'm not!"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit. Techno, take me out of here." The blonde boy says, grabbing the cameraman by the wrist to run away, causing the focus of the video to just something blurry and constant motion.
"Wh- Tommy, I'm filming. We need a video somehow." The cameraman says before he comes to an abrupt stop as Tommy lets go of him.
The blonde continues to run towards their van with a loud, high-pitched scream.
A sigh of defeat is heard before the video ended.
A boisterous laugh from couple of people errupts as the video they watch ends.
"Wil, why did you upload that?" Tommy whines, prolonging the 'i' in their producer's name. "That was a shit video!"
"Tommy, we got two hundred thousand views out of that!" Wilbur says through his laugh, both at the joy of their video blowing up and at Tommy's face of disbelief.
"Now, everyone's gonna think I'm a pussy! I'm a big man, that video is just scuffed!" Tommy insists as he continues to whine.
The video was uploaded 2 nights ago, when Wilbur decided that it was a perfect video as a bloopers and a faint hint of what their channel 'bench pressers' is all about. Now, garnering 200,000 views for your first youtube video is like getting a diamond while mining straight down. It was the last thing they expected but here they are.
The downside is that Tommy has already painted his image as the scaredy cat one of the group of ghost hunters, which is somehow true. But that was Tommy's last resort of a first impression to make to his viewers. Too late, though. The damage has been done.
"What are the bench presser enjoyers gonna think of me now?" He dramatically says as he continues to groan, while the other two in the room just laughs.
"No because the funny thing there is no one was actually waving at Tubbo that time. He was just trying to scare you to it." Ranboo says through his laughs while Tubbo just nods happily with a wide grin. There is an obvious shock in Tommy's face that also paints a look of deep betrayal.
"Oh for fuck's sake!"