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As a big celebration for hitting his sub goal Tommy gathered his friends who were either visiting or lived in the UK and were going to stream a big game of tag. At the moment though his younger brother was struggling to get out of his onsie that little him insisted on wearing.
"Tommy! I need your help!"
"How did you get like this?"
"Apparently 'Bubba' wanted me to suffer."
Tommy shackled at the thirteen year old and helped h get out of this tight onsie. It was torn and tattered so they threw it away. Tommy took a mental note to get a new one the size of his brother. Y/N looked through his closet and decided to wear his 'News outfit', it suited his personality. A fedora with news clippings in the ribbon, a graphic button up, short trench coat, and a pair of dark brown pants. He wore his glasses that helped with his fucked up sight and a pair of worn lather shoes, badly creased from how he sits with his toes pressed to the ground and his heel against the chair leg.
"Alright, common tiny, we gotta get going."
With out realizing it Tommy had let a trigger word slip and Y/N tried to keep himself together, slipping a tiny stuffed animal into his front pocket that was sat on his desk. The two went to the bus stop and rode to the nearby park. This is where they would meet and Tommy would tell them the boundaries. The rules were they can go into any shops along the road, they can't leave the road or wonder away, and the park was off limits once the game starts.
"You okay? You seem a but out of it."
"I'm fine, just thinking of stories I could write."
"Okay, I hope we win."
It was a lie, Y/N was desperately trying to ground himself and keep from slipping. It was taking alot more energy than he had thought it would. Usually Tommy would let him be as little as he felt. As long as he stayed quiet Tommy would let him as he played games. Now, well now he felt restless but didn't want MyMy(me-me) to know. Then he might be sent home by his caregiver.
"Y/N, we're here. Damn you really are out of it today. Oh, I see Wilbur!"
Tommy dragged the unfocused teen to the musician and he immediately started annoying him. Bubba, as the teen had nicknamed his little self, really wanted to play too, but Y/N ignored it. Tubbo and Phil saw that he was slipping, being the only others to know, and immediately got ready to take their roles. The round soon began and everyone had their teams. The team that was last it at the end of the timer were eliminated and a new group were it.
"READY! SET! GO!"
Tommy, Y/N, Wilbur, and Tubbo were running from Techno's group, who were it. They were luckily ignored while they ducked into a a small shop and Y/N immediately regretted it. It was a small m and pop shop of hand made toys.
"Let's, let's go My- Tommy."
Tubbo immediately caught on and shuffled through his bag, pulling out a spare stuffy he left last time coming over. He tapped Y/N's shoulder and handed the small build a bear dog. The teen immediately latched onto it, becoming around five to seven.
"You okay Bubba?"
"I'm fine BoBee. Do you have crackers?"
"Um, I have some gummies?"
"Yes please BoBee!"
"Here!"
Tommy heard the conversation and suddenly ditched his conversation with Wilbur to care over Y/N. He debated on if he should call off the game but figured it was best to continue. They left the toy shop, after Tommy bought Y/N a little puzzle toy and they started running from Techno's team. Tommy pulled his team into a Cafe and they caught their breaths as the 'it' team caught Phil's as the timer went off. Everyone gathered back into the park as Tubbo started cleaning off the youngest in their crew.
"Bleh, that tastes bad!"
"I know Bubba, but we have to get you clean little man."
"Can I play on the playground?"
"No Bubba, you gotta stay with us."
"Everything alright?"
"Grampa, you're here."
Y/N happily latched onto Phil and the older man laughed at his actions. He figured this would happen, as his brother stupidly chose the block with the most childish shops in the area.to be fair it was also the cleanest park. While they were all talking Wilbir was watching Tommy's stream to answer questions and one came up for the little infornt of him.
'Why is Y/N acting to weird?'
"That's not for me to answer. Plus I don't honestly know. Tommy suddenly got serious about watching his brother when he started acting like this."
The chat started filling with people calling Y/N babyinnit or small boi at his childish actions. Soon the next round started and Tommy's team was decided it. Phil came with to help watch the youngest and keep the others from lagging for caring for him. Though Wilbur was starting to question things. As the rest of the group was talking about shows they've watched he looked dead serious at Tommy.
"What's with your brother?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"He usually acts like someone in their mid twenties and is suddenly a two year old. It makes no sense."
"Wilbur, just leave it alone. At the moment it doesn't concern you."
"Tommy, seriously, is he sick? He usually makes sure you're not getting in trouble."
"Wilbur! It doesn't concern you. Now let's get back to the game-"
"Tommy, why. Why are you acting like a fucking child while I'm trying to ask you questions?"
"Leave it alone!"
"Tommy-"
"He's a fu- he's a little Wilbur. Now watch your language and shut- shut your mouth."
With out realizing it, the two had outed the youngest in the group. The camera had recorded them both and Wilbur was let a bit confused and speechless. While both said nothing the young boy skipped over gleefully and hugged his older brother.
"Ranboo's it! Ranboo's it! I got him! I got him!"
"Good job Tiny, wanna check out the bakery?"
"Yes please! Common BoBee!"
Instead of being brash it's like the Tommy Fandom collectively agreed that they were apart of his caretakers now. They all happily watched Y/N be childish and say things that made no sense. The few people that decided to be asses were greeted with a protective group of people and mods were immediately on them. By the end of the stream lots of fanart was made and Y/N had been officially dubbed 'littleinnit'. Only after they got home and Y/N was napping did Tommy check out Twitter. His page was filled with Y/N in cute outfits or tweets fangirling over the little. They had also been tagging Y/N about the situation, some dissing Wilbur for his actions.
"Fuck, Y/N is going to kill me tomorrow."
"More like now."