Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

America: BBQ Pt.2

A/n YO! So because today Wattpad wasn't working properly and therefore you guys might not get so many stories tonight from other writers, I wanted to surprise you all. What do you think huh? Thank you for being patient and awesome and cool! Keep being you and keep doing what you want (within the extremes of the law though). Stay safe everyone and enjoy!

Ranboo's POV:

You see when Tommy got up to go the door and opened it, I thought he was joking. When he shut it behind him I thought I was going to walk over to find him stood right on the other side, laughing his head off. So you can probably imagine my shock, when I sauntered over to the door only to see Tommy running down the pavement by the house. And I screamed after him, but he didn't even acknowledge it. I would never be able to keep up with him, I mean sure I was tall and had long legs but 1, I wasn't wearing my mask and 2, if I wore my mask I'd barely be able to breath.

I ran up the stairs and straight to Phil's room. He wasn't there. Next I ran to Tubbo's, he wasn't there either. Lastly I ran to Wilbur's where all he, Phil and Techno stood and sat talking. Tubbo was still nowhere to be found. They looked at me with confused expressions.

"Tommy has just run off."

"What do you mean 'run off'?"

"'Said he was going for a run and then ran down the pavement' run off!"

"Is that why you screamed?"

"Yes! He didn't listen, he's gone. Come on Phil, he's just gone!"

"Okay, Will get his backpack, Techno get some shoes on, I'll go find the car keys."

"You don't get it, he wasn't overwhelmed. He asked if I wanted to go with him! He said it made him feel free or something. But he's got his headphones on and the music playing and he joked about getting flattened by a car." I was worried and stumbling through my words.

"Right, well I don't have a clue, but we need to find him. Will, please still get his backpack."

"Getting it." Wilbur disappeared out the room.

I followed Techno and Phil downstairs, and grabbed Tommy's forgotten iPad from the couch. I handed it to Wilbur who slotted it into an open backpack before zipping it up and handing it to Techno. Techno nodded giving Wilbur a look I didn't quite understand, but Wilbur seemed to. I heard the car start and leave the drive way.

"What's going on?" Tubbo jumped down the stairs and stood behind the couch.

"Tommy's run off. Or gone for a run, as he put it."

"Oh ok."

"You don't seem to worried."

"Well, was he overwhelmed when he ran off?"

"No, he was quite happy actually."

"Then I've got no reason to be worried. Tommy does that sometimes. He likes the adrenaline it gives him, also there's something to do with autistic brains and lactic acid, which is made during lots of exercise. Him running off like this, is just like stimming. He always comes back anyway."

"Oh."

"Yea, I've known about it since we first met. Sometimes he would just say he was going for a run and not even leave the discord call. Eventually his mum or dad would come up and end the call for him, they'd always say he's was just being Tommy again. It's normal for him."

"And his parents just forget to mention it?!" Wilbur was evidently stressed, just like me.

"Well I don't think his parents ever thought he would be this comfortable."