Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Food (Karl and Chris+Jimmy+Chandler)

The request for this chapter was: Okay! It's a Karl Jacobs one this time but, it could be a taste testing video and he has a pretty bad meltdown? Or a shutdown that ones your choice and the others don't know what to do, maybe 1 or 2 of them know. I need to remember to not as to make a request! Have a great day!

Just so everyone knows, I've decided to set this one in a food market place thing. It's a little hard to describe. Essentially this hasn't happened, but I imagine it in a place where there are loads of little stalls in a rectangle, and each stall sells different food, and each food has something special about it.

Karl's POV:

Filming Mr Beast videos is my favourite thing about my life right now. I've done so many cool things through them, and I've made some great friends. And quite often those great friends have to do their bests to convince me to do so of those really cool things. It's sort of how it works. Gentle encouragement and all. Food videos were one of those things. Now I love my food, but being autistic sometimes means I hate my food. Certain textures, tastes and smells overwhelm me to the point where I feel ill. But normally I don't have a problem with the food videos, and if I do, I just sit out. I supposed that's the best thing about Mr Beast. I'm doing it with some of my best friends. So when I'm struggling, they are all there to help.

"Hey Karl!"

"Oh, Umm hey Jimmy." I looked around. Stalls, all making different foods, surrounded the centre of the rectangle where they were setting up cameras. Everyone looked very busy, so I just sat down on a chair I had found and scrolled through my phone. Looking up every now again to try and process my surroundings. The lights we were setting up as per usual, didn't bother my eyes as much anymore. Slowly, I had become desensitised to them. But I could hear a lot more noise than usual. And I could already tell there were going to be more things happening at once than usual.

"...Karl? Karl can you hear me?"

"Yea?"

"Karl what's happening? I've been calling your name for maybe 5 minutes now man. You alright?"

"Yea. I think I just zoned out, that's all."

"Okay. Is there anything we can do to help with today?"

"I think I'll be fine, maybe just some more time to process everything before it happens?"

"That's easy. We can do that. I'll leave you to it for now, and when we start filming we'll take breaks. I'll let Tareq and the rest of the camera team know now."

"Thanks." I looked back down at my phone. I could feel the winds people made as they walked past me. It wasn't overwhelming but suddenly I was acutely aware of it. Weird.

Christ came over to talk to me and before long we were sorting out our mics. I didn't mind wearing the mics most days, but sometimes I hated them. It was the wire mostly. That wire would just made me feel all funny and horrible. I fiddled with it in my hands, not really want to put it on.

"You got it?" I looked up to see Chris standing in front of me; I noticed how his mic was already on.

"Yea." I was quiet, I knew that, but I had to get my energy up before being on camera again.

"Karl, be honest man. Is the mic too much?"

"No, no, no it's fine, honestly. Just a little in my head today. Sorry."

"Nothing to apologise for, just as long as you're alright?"

"I'm good thanks, how are you?"

"I'm alright."

I put my mic on, cringing at the way it felt on my skin, but I couldn't complain. I just needed to keep through the shoot and then get home. I would be alright when I got home. Everything would be alright when I got home.