Mcyt Oneshots

The Cello

Tommy has been playing the cello for as long as he can remember, but he sill hasen't told his online friends about it.

Tommyinnit pov:

The cello has always been a massive part of my life. Even when I was little, the cello was the only thing that could calm me down. When I was in primary school I decided that I wanted to learn how to play. So my parents got me into private lessons.

I was diagnosed with hypersensitivity to sound and major anxiety disorder when I was 6 so the only way I could sit in class was listening to the cello on my phone. My teachers were mostly supportive  and they allowed me to have my headphones in so that I could pay attention and listen to the lesson. 

Secondary school was similar in the sense that I had to listen to music in class however, now, I had access to practice rooms, and I could bring my cello to school. This meant that every lunch or break I would spend my time in there, playing my instrument and staying away from the loud and busy playground. I started streaming when I was 14 and now, two years later, I was really successful. I had met a bunch of new people and made new friends. Friends like Wilbur Soot and Phil.

Wilbur Soot was a musician as well as a streamer. He made amazing songs and i'll be honest, I would never tell him but I looked up to him. Not just because he was taller than me but because I had always wanted to compose music just like he wrote music. I just never had the right equipment to compose proper songs to release them.

Instead I would write down some notes that I thought would sound really good together, and 'composed' a song. It took a couple of days before I could actually sing it confidently. There were a couple of pieces that I had composed but I would never show them to anyone.

When I met my friends, I had to tell them about my disorders in case I ever had a panic or anxiety attack on stream or things got to loud for me. That had happened a few times and they were quick to react to it.

Wilbur

I was doing a chill stream with Wilbur. He decided that he was going to get s drink, leaving me by myself. I was fine, to begin with, talking about random things that were coming up in the chat when all of the sudden the mods stopped responding and the chats moderation setting stopped working.

All of the comments, mostly inappropriate or rude, that would normally be filtered out, begane flooding through. So many messages were coming through that chat had begun to stop at random points, allowing me time to read them.

A lot of the messages were telling me to kill myself or commenting on my apperance. I'll admit, I was speechless. And because I had stopped talking, I was now put in an awkward silence. The silence was too much and it only added to the panic that was building within me.

My hands began to shake as the comments finally got blocked and the mods were able to work again. Still, I couldn't speak. A lot if people in chat began to defend me or try to say nice things to balance things out, but I was already too far gone. I couldn't breath but I was tring to act normal.

Then again, I couldn't really feel anything that was happening around me so...there wasn't much point. I heard Wilbur coming back to his computer, the subtle shuffling noises filling the silence. 

"Tommy?" His voice came through my headphones,

"My chat says you've been quiet."

I couldn't reply, just choosing to end my stream instead.

"Oscar"

"Alpha..." I murmured.

We were using the phonetic alphabet. Oscar was something that Wilbur would say if I was okay. O for Okay. Then I would respond with Alpha (A) for anxiety. November (N) for noise if things were too loud, Golf (G) for good or I could respond with Oscar (O) again for other.