Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: Sweets

Tommy's POV:

"Hey chat!" Ranboo had just started his stream. The camera was set up pointing towards the dining table where the sweets had been lay out. He introduced us one by one, and stood behind us as we sat down in the chairs at the dining table. Techno stayed behind the camera. Phil had said I didn't have to do this if I didn't want to, but I was bored. We had been stuck inside the entire day. I couldn't go in the pool even though my head didn't even hurt anymore. And the walk we did yesterday was long gone. I tried turning up my music really loud. And I had tried to fidget with my sensory toys. But my brain was losing it, and I was hating it.

Tubbo was on my right, and Wilbur then Phil were on my left. I had snuck a fidget toy under the table and was stimming when I could, but I knew that I was going to find it all too much. That's the problem. Either everything is too overwhelming or there isn't enough sensory input. Ranboo started telling chat all about the sweets and what was going to happen and then we started.

"Nah, this is awesome man!"

"Tubbo what are you saying?"

"This is rubbish. It tastes like sick!" It tasted horrible.

"Tubbo this is pure sugar, look at the back of it." Trust Phil to be a dad.

"Tolerable." Wilbur was always like this, with his stupid one word answers.

We carried on going. Some of them were good, like the starbursts. They had different flavours though, it was cool. Then we had twizzlers. They smelt funny, and they felt funny in between my fingers. But I thought about what my dad had said and gave them ago. Instantly, I realised that was a bad idea. It tasted like plastic. I chewed the small piece I had bitten off and swallowed as quickly as possible. Pulling my classic disgusted face.

"Ha! Chat look at Tommy's face. This is hilarious. Tommy this isn't even that bad." I didn't even react to Wilbur's comment.

"You not like it mate?" I shook my head. "That's okay, you don't have to eat the rest of it. No one is forcing you to." No one is forcing you to. Something Phil had said several times that day. 'No one is forcing you to do this Tommy' and 'you don't have to try all the sweets if you don't want to'. 

We moved on. The next thing was Twinkies. It was just like cake with a filling so I thought I would like it. I eat stuff like this at home all the time. One large bite told me everything I needed to know. I stood up from my seat and rushed to the bin in the kitchen. After it out my mouth and drinking straight from the sink, I sat back down. "Tommy it's cake, it isn't that bad."

"Might not be for you Tubbo, but I hated that. The filling was really bad."

"Well that's a shame because I saved some of mine for you." He shoved the left over Twinkie in my face, smearing the filling across it. I sat in shock for a couple seconds. My brain just stopped. I couldn't cope with it all. With them all breathing. With the wrinkling sounds all the sweet packets on the table made. The birds outside. The pool filter. My t shirt. That stupid filling that was all over my face and dropping into my lap. Tubbo and Wilbur laughing their heads off.

Techno's POV:

I was 'camera man'. I didn't even need to be there, I just wasn't going to be on camera anyway. I agreed to stick around because Phil had said about Tommy getting overwhelmed. If I was him, there would be no way I'd agree to try so many new things in one go, on a live stream as well. He had been fidgety all morning, and looked bored. Tubbo and Ranboo were talking about going in the pool at one point, he just sighed and went up to his room. I couldn't help but feel bad. It's not his fault he had the meltdown, which lead to the concussion. This was supposed to be a big trip for Tubbo and Tommy, Wilbur and Phil too. He just seemed so fed up, and that lead me to believe that the reason he agreed was purely so he could do something. He had mentioned about being underwhelmed before we started.