Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

All nighters pt.2 (Tommy and SBI + Tommy's parents)

Techno's POV:

To say I was worried about the child would be an understatement, but I'd never admit it. He just seemed so tired and not himself when I had spoken to him, and then he didn't answer me in the morning when I tried to talk. I mean I know he was busy, and college is important but all I needed was an "I'm okay" text.

Instead, I texted Will and Phil. If I was going to help Tommy, I was going to need their help. Tommy was going to need it too. We agreed that if I still hadn't got a message from Tommy by 6:00 pm BST, we would call him and talk. I didn't get a message.

"I wouldn't normally call, but Tommy was up late last night editing a video and didn't seem in a great mindset. I told him to send me a text in the morning to let me know he was alright, but I've got nothing. He probably just forgot, but I'm still worried."

"I know he was watching my stream yesterday but didn't respond in chat when I talked to him. I just assumed he had put my stream on without realising or was busy."

"He told me a couple days ago he had a big test for college coming up. I think it's tomorrow. He's probably stressing himself out about it."

"That doesn't really sound like Tommy though."

"Are you joking Phil? That child gets as anxious about tests as I get about being ill. He literally celebrated when his GCSE's were cancelled." 

There was a sudden pause. The bottom corner of my screen worried me. "You got a call too?" 2 nods. Tommy had called the 3 of us, and that's when I knew he probably wasn't alright.

I accepted the call, seeing him curled up in his chair, chewing on his headphone wire, hood over his head and sobbing his eyes out. Whilst I hadn't exactly don't anything wrong, I still felt guilty. "Tommy? Are you alright?" Not sure why I asked the question considering his answer was quite obvious, but thoughts were rushing through my brain.

"No."

"Well we can help okay? Take some deep breaths." Will stepped in and encourage Tommy to calm his breathing; his breaths were shaky but it was clear to me, he wasn't really calming down.

"Tommy? Are your parents home?" We could only do so much through a screen and I could see how much he was longing for a hug. Someone's shoulder to cry into.

"They are out till later. I need to do my revision."

"The test is tomorrow, isn't it Tommy?" He nodded. "Well, we will make sure you are prepared okay. It's going to be fine, but we need you to calm down first."

"I'm trying but everything is just too much." His tears hadn't calmed down one bit and his was still putting his headphone wire back in his mouth every time he finished speaking.

Phil obviously saw this, because he then said, "Tommy. We are all going to help you out, but can you stop chewing the wire please? It's not really that safe mate."

"Sorry Phil." He looked so disappointed in himself.

"It's fine Tommy, you don't have to apologise, you were just trying to make yourself feel better. Now, what do you think about loading up minecraft and building something with me? Techno and Wilbur can stay and chat, and even join if they want?"

"I'd love to."

"Got nothing else to do."

"Thanks." Slowly he stopped crying and wiped his tears with his hoodie sleeve. Don't get me wrong, he still seemed really upset but he was also a lot calmer than he had been before.

We were all in creative and whilst Wilbur and I went around building stupid things and I built one really amazing pig statue, Phil and Tommy built some bridges. It was always Tommy's favourite thing to build, well that and towers. And despite Tommy being silent the entire time, and only typing in the game chat to answer our questions, he seemed happy. His camera was still on and he had uncurled and looked like he was really focussing.