alternative reader plays minecraft on tommy's stream
Involved: tommy, dream, george, sapnap, wilbur, phil, techno, quackity, ranboo, tubbo
Warnings: mentioned bigotry, mentioned violence, acab (i'm not sure it needs a warning, really, but if you don't believe in acab you probably won't want to interact with this)
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It all started, naturally, with tommy being an idiot.
That's how most situations you get yourself into start though, really.
Tommy is a little too loud, or he makes a stupid joke to the wrong person, and then suddenly you're dragged into a yelling match with a stranger while your excitable friend shuffles nervously in the background.
(It's kinda like the 'he asked for no pickles' meme except instead of politely correcting somebody's mistake you're jumping headfirst into a fight. So, not at all like the meme.)
You're used to it, usually.
I mean, it comes naturally to you. It's just how the universe works; the sun rises from the east, the world revolves around it, and you get dragged into Tommy's bullshit.
This, though, sitting to the side of his room as you watch him fiddle with his computer, this doesn't come naturally.
You're not a streamer, and you're not sure what he's expecting to get out of having you on stream with him — this is his thing, not yours.
But you are used to being dragged into Tommy's shit, so you'll do it, albeit with maximum complaining.
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this."
"Not my fault you got twitter famous," he mutters, not looking away from the monitor.
"It's entirely your fucking fault! If you hadn't started using those blurry ass photos of me to threaten your mates—" you cut yourself off with a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
You're used to Tommy's streamer friends joking about you being the Dream SMP cryptid, but seeing the fans on twitter doing it is a little surreal.
You can't be mad about it though. The memes his fan base have made out of just a couple unfocused photos of you are hilarious.
"Oi," Tommy defends, "they were all doing it too, it wasn't just me. I'm ready, by the way." And he immediately goes live.
"Prick," you mutter, sound covered by his enthusiastic greeting.
"Why are the lights off?" He reads from chat. That's your queue.
"Cryptids generally prefer dark, damp habitats," you say dryly, wheeling your chair into frame, next to Tommy's.
"Don't call my room damp!" He shouts at you, eyes shining with laughter.
He makes quick work of introducing you, yelling, "the meme, the meme is real!" as you stare into the camera with a long suffering, deadpan expression.
He turns to you, calming down quite abruptly to ask, "can we turn the lights on now?"
"No," you reply immediately, even as you walk towards the door to flick the light switch on.
Your shoulders tense a little as you go, aware that a whole lot of people will be able to see you, for the first time, without the dark or shitty photography skills to blur your image.
You're wearing your usual attire — not something most people can relate to. This will be so much worse than getting weird looks in public.
You flick the lights on and turn around, scowling dramatically. "I just realised that I'm being perceived right now, and I do not like it."
