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Well this is just shit.
How did a stream of just fucking around turn into Tommy on the verge of breaking down?
It was just suposed to be a chill Minecraft stream with Wilbur. Now he was getting ready just to curl into a ball and cry. Tommy was so mad at the fact he felt like shit, he had no reason to be feeling down. He had a good life and amazing parents and friends, what more could he want?
There wasn't anything even going on! They were just running around in a fucking cave while Wilbur was going off about salmon or something? It was suposed to be funny and make Tommy laugh! He wasn't really feeling TommyInnit like today. He hadn't been for a long time.
Well, it wasn't all that bad! Tommy was happy. He felt happy! Why wouldn't he be happy? So reached and grabbed a coke that was on his desk and took a sip. He hit his desk slightly and let out a laugh. Just act normal! No one needed to know he was tired. No one, not even Wilbur!
Tommy spun his chair breifly as he started to zone out again. Why was he still streaming? He should've stopped by now. He wanted to go to bed. To stare at the ceiling, over thinking. He was so fucking tired and just wanted a break.
Why was he like this?
"Tommy!"
Tommy flinched at the noise and brought himself back to reality, "Sorry. Lost in thought. Whats up?"
Wilbur stared at Tommy with a slight hint of worry but kept rambling, "I think we should try to make a shitty little shack. I have plently of wood and there is a mountain up here so we could see everything." What was he talking about? Minecraft houses.. Oh yeah, he was streaming right now. Fuck.
Not a long passed before Tommy felt that familiar anxious feeling rising. He was live. If he cried or if he started acting too 'different' or 'quiet' people would freak out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. They kept messing around and punching each others characters. Wilbur and Tommy kept joking and kept running around. No one was catching onto him.
It went by and just blurred, maybe another hour or so passed.. Tommy ended stream with a half assed outro and buried his face in his hands. If there was one thing he learned in the years of knowing Wilbur it is that when he is spamming your Discord with:
'Child??'
'Tom'
'You good??'
'You seem sad'
'Want to talk after stream?'
'It's okay if your not up to talking'
Tommy stared at the notifications and with hesitation, spoke up, "Sorry I've been acting off. That stream sucked because I was so quiet the whole time." He kept his face in his hands and refused to see Wilbur's face.
There was a soft voice that followed his rambling, "What's going on? It's okay. I'll be here."
Tommy stared up at his computer screen and instantly slammed his head right back down on his desk and started to cry. Wilbur started to say calming things trying to calm him. This wasn't how his night was suposed to go at all. He just wanted to get through this damn stream and then just go to bed. Not have a fucking panic attack infront of Wilbur fucking Soot.
Sometime during Tommy's loud sobbing and uneven panting, there was the gentle strumming of a guitar. He hadn't recognized the song but it calmed him. It was what he needed to spill to Wilbur, "I'm so tired.. I f-feel like streaming and vlog- vlog-ing is starting to mess with my personal life and it just- hurts!"
There was a soft hum before the guitar stopped for a moment, "Your struggling to keep a balance between your life and online life, correct or am I wrong?"
Tommy mumbled an agreement and rubbed his eyes, "I think- I just ne- need to find a way to- maybe I could stream but just do more- calm ones?"
Wilbur shuffled around and then the strumming started again, "Tommy, I think your putting too many things on yourself.. You need to take a break and take care of yourself or just take a few days to relax." His voice never lost the gentle tone. It felt just like a soothing lullaby in an indirect way. Well maybe that was on purpose, Wilbur was a wild card with some things.
There was a part of him that agreed with Wilbur, he needed to take a break. That wouldn't be a good idea though, "N-No! I need to stream and I have to- I have so many things and streams were suposed to do. I promised-"
"Tommy. How many hours of sleep did you get last night?"
Tommy keot his eyes on the floor, "I- I got a few hours of sleep. 2 hours maybe?"
Wilbur let a out a soft "Oh" then went quiet for a moment. Tommy heard him drumming his hands on the desk.
"I know I need to stop. I just- I need to- I'm sorry."
Wilbur called him on his phone, Tommy picked up instantly and caught on to what he was doing. He hung on the computer and got in bed. He curled up under the covers and put his phone on speaker. With a small sigh he spoke again, "I just want to be okay again. Every day I feel like I am not me- like I always have a camera on me and I'm never allowed to actually feel things. I have to keep up this persona every day! It is so fucking exhausting!" He stopped rambling to pull his blankets further over him.
Wilbur kept strumming his guitar, "It's okay sweetie. Would you like me to stay on call?"
Tommy grabbed his phone instantly, "Please- Stay."
They kept talking. Tommy rambling about how he felt about his life and Wilbur offering him comforting words and the occasional pet name. Tommy kept holding onto each thing the other told him. He needed some sort of comfort. It was like Wilbur knew exactly what to say to calm him.
Tommy fell asleep like that, with Wilbur talking to him on his phone with a soothing guitar.
"I love you Wilbur Soot."
"Love you, Tommy."
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A/N: Sorry if this doesn't make sense. This was something that I was trying to make into a story for awhile but it isn't my best work. May recreate it.