☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜

I didn't sign up for this

General POV:

Toby rocked back and forth on the ground while Tommy played Hamilton. Toby was dreading when Wilbur got here because that meant they had to get up in the plane.

Tommy's mind was filled with anticipation, he knew Allister was coming as well, Wilbur had to spoil that surprise for legal reasons, you know, filming. Florence would also be there but he doubted she'd want to be in the video.

He hummed along to the tune of Election of 1800 while his impending doom awaited him as a car rolled into the parking lot.

Tubbo hoped it was just another group wanting to sky dive. Tommy hoped it was Wilbur so they could get it over with.

The car parked a tall brown haired man got out of the car, laughing. Impending doom had arrived.

Wilbur opened the door for Florence and she stepped out, also laughing.

Allister got out herself looking pissed off.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Tommy and Toby, and she started running over.

She was a fast runner, Tommy noticed

He quickly turned on the camera and turned it to face the now panting Allister.

"HEYYYY BOYS LOOK WHO'S HERE!" He shouted, Allister looking up and giving him the finger.

"I haven't even greeted you yet—" she paused and took a gasp for air. "Bitch."

"YEAH YOU TELL HIM ALICE!" Wilbur yelled from where he was still loitering with Florence.

Florence chimed in, "NO YOU DON'T LET HER SAY HI— TOMMY!"

"Did you just forget his name?!" Allister snorted.

"No, I would never." Florence tilted her head high.

Tubbo stood, half accepting his fate and walked over to Allister's side. "Why are you so tall?"

"I'm just— I'm just cool, that makes you tall. And that's why Florence is so short. You and Tommy are statistical outliers, cause I've talked to you once but I know you're cool and I've talked to Tommy tons and I know he is not cool."

Florence and Tommy stared at her in anger and annoyance.

"I'm feeling hurt and betrayed." Tommy sighed with his hand on his forehead in a dramatic gesture.

"You're taller than Quackity." Tubbo pointed out.

"Quackity is taller than you. Isn't she Technoblade height?" Tommy added.

"Bro I thought Techno was 6'3 have I been lied to?" Allister asked.

"Oh right. Wait how would you know that— YOU'RE A TECHNO FAN?" The blonde boy screeched.

"Oh yea for like 4 or 5 years man. It's been ages." She dismissed him.

"Astrid the OG." Wilbur giggled.

"Nah that goes out to the ones there for the full 7 years." Allister said dramatically.

They all walked over to the employee who had been patiently waiting for them to finish their stupid jokes. They got the whole spiel on safety and got their parachutes.

Florence was handed hers and she stared at it in disgust. "I didn't sign up for this. What the fuck."

"HAHAH FLORENCE READY TO SKY DIVE?" Allister cackled, placing her arm on her friend's head.

"I hope you die." The brown haired one stated.

"I am drowning— falling. There is no hope for me down on land. You are coming down with me," Allister grabbed Florence's hand. "Hand in unlovable hand!"

"And I hope you die," Florence added ritually.

"I hope we both die!" They both said cheerfully.

The others stared blankly at them before Florence sighed and put on the harness and backpack.

Wilbur took the camera and started talking to Tubbo, Florence right by them.

(A/n: fuck I just realized I completely made up my own cast for this video for plot purposes *takes out jack and adds Wilbur and two of my own characters* ok there we go)

Tommy and Allister walked towards the plane, Tommy with mounting fear and Allister feeling no emotion because she doesn't fear death on anxiety meds.

"Your singing was nice." The blonde boy said out of the blue.

"No it wasn't I wasn't even trying, Tomathy." Allister giggled back. "That song is an ongoing joke between Florence and I, neither of us try when we sing it. You should hear her when she gets into the musical songs man. Theatre kid things."

"You're a theatre kid?" He looked at her.

Allister stared in front of her blankly. "I was back when my parents were parents, those summer camps in France. 3 months of it, staying there with all your friends. Movie nights, nights we cooked our own food, nights we ate out. Sleepovers with our favorite counselors. Swimming, watching those dumbass Americans play American football, trying to figure it out so we could do it ourselves, physical training and lifting. I miss it down to fucking lifting my own body weight and throwing up afterwards."

Tommy looked at her sadly. "What's your favorite musical?"

"Be More Chill, Newsies, 36 Questions, Heathers, Mean Girls, the list goes on. I dreamed I could go to America and do Broadway at one point. I was a major theatre kid, then I fell out, stopped singing, now it's just sometimes I'll sing Santa Fe or Our Word or Fight For Me or something. Michael in the Bathroom, you know."

"Damn Hamilton's not even in that list." Tommy said with fake sniffles.

"YOU RUINED MY DAMN SAD MOMENT YOU BITCH!" Allister punched him, laughing.

"OW! Bitch I have the lowest pain threshold out there!" Tommy rubbed his arm, laughing as well.

The two calmed and looked back towards where they were walking, seeing Wilbur and Florence sneering at them holding up the camera. "DONE FLIRTING?" Allister's best friend called.

"I DON'T KNOW, HAVE YOU CALLED WILBUR HOT AGAIN YET?" Allister yelled back, knowing the remark would affect her friend more than Florence's own leer would affect her.

Florence reddened and Tommy turned to an uncanny representation of Dream while Wilbur laughed and Tubbo processed what was happening.

"AGAIN?" Tommy wheezed.

"Literally the first thing she said to him." Allister informed him.

Florence, recuperating, straightened her spine and shouted,

"I'M NOT WRONG. And keep that in the damn video, I dare you."