Explaining what's gonna happen here: I have a theory (for just this story), so here's how it goes; Tommy mentioned his blood sugar was low, so he went out and drank coke, but he like, didn't drink enough? So he was on the phone with Wilbur and he hangs up and he passes out, wakes up and forgets where he is, he goes back inside and is really upset about it n' shit but eventually he goes and cleans up and then like puts a coat on and is fine the rest of the stream.
So on that note
Tw: passing out, scars (just regular scars)
General POV:Having her shirt completely soaked, Allister had to change. When she came back Tommy was on the phone with Wilbur, being annoying, as usual.
"Tommy? Wil? What's going on?" She laughed.
"I hope you all are going to have a wonderful evening. I'm not." Wilbur said in an oddly croaky voice.
"What the fuck?" Allister asked.
Tommy said something about his sugar being low and went outside to find where he left his coke. He drank a bit outside the window before signaling it was gone and beginning to pull stupid looking faces. Toby opened the window and he talked through that for a bit.
Eventually, he left and Allister assumed his position, helping Toby with their pumpkin.
Ranboo and Bill carved a dick, of course, what else would the ever carve.
After around 20 minutes or so Aimsey went and let Tommy in, where he walked in with dirt on his face and leaves in his hair.
"What the fuck?" Toby asked, reaching over to pull a leaf out of Tommy's hair.
Allister laughed, standing and walking over to try and get all the leaves and dirt off him.
After a few seconds he caught her hand a muttered it's fine, shaking his head.
"Are you alright, Tommy?" She giggled.
He didn't say anything, just stood and walked over to where Allister had been sitting, well I guess where he was sitting before he left and she took his seat. The others questioned him, all which he ignored and sat in silence, with a look of almost confusion on his face.
Allister stood behind him, now providing 'helpful commentary' to the stream. Occasionally she would put her hands on Tommy's shoulders and lean over him, messing with Toby and Tommy's pumpkin or something. Tommy still held fast with no reaction.
"Tommy, are you okay? You seem really out of it. Do you need a coke or something? You look pale, but it could just be the dirt on your face." Allister whispered in genuine concern.
Tommy muttered an "I'm good" in response and said nothing else.
"That's not a good enough answer for me. Get up and come to the kitchen or I'll have to carry you out right here on stream." She commanded, hooking her arms under his shoulders.
Tommy sighed, almost laughing a bit before pushing himself up. "Fine."
Toby clapped. "Leave it to the girlfriend!"
Everyone laughed, Tommy flipped them off. "Yes, leave it to my girlfriend. God that's such a weird concept. My girlfriend."
"Shut up Tommy flattery won't save you." Allister dragged him to a chair in the kitchen.
He sat down and she got a towel and a bowl of water, dampening the towel and then gently wiping the dirt off.
Tommy sighed. "I feel like a child."
"I'm 3 days older than you, that makes you a child to me." Allister joked.
"I'm not a fucking child." He spat.
"Jesus Christ, Tommy you're pale. Let me get you a coke, and tell me what happened and why you came back with more nature on you a streamer sees in their lifetime and why you were so sullen."
"I'm gonna ignore that joke and just— I was on the phone with Wil, and he was being weird, but he said it was for some— he said it was an arg thing earlier today and, well I said goodbye...god I hate when this happens it's so embarrassing." Tommy ruffled his hair.
"Hey, Tommy it's okay," Allister started, setting a coke down on the counter and sliding it to his chair. "You've seen me start sobbing over the fact I'm getting too frustrated over something little because I was going into a sensory overload. You've witnessed my parents in action, can't get much worse than that."
"Fair, I- my sugar was low and I didn't get enough coke but Wil was still talking and I didn't want to be rude so I waited until he was done and then he hung up and I passed out and when I woke up I forgot where I was and I was just scared and cold so I just started walking...somehow I remembered where I was walking towards...then once I was here I kind of just was done, just tired."
"See, that wasn't that hard. It's fine Tommy, drink the coke, you'll feel better. You can just take some time, warm up, you're probably really cold, maybe a little sick to the stomach, light headed, you know. Then of you want you can go back to the stream." Allister smiled.
"Allister's such a good girlfriend." Juliet laughed from where she leaned against the counter.
"I know right? Thanks Allie, love you."
"Love you too Tommy." Allister chuckled, walking over to where she was just out of camera view of the stream. "Jesus fuck how are you all so bundled up, I'm hot in this sweater." She took the sweater off so she was just wearing a cropped t-shirt. "I'm going to regret this when I start freezing."
"You know you don't have to where a crop top, you could just like put on a long sleeved shirt." Tommy suggested.
"No I have to show off my sexy scars from that injury that stopped me from continuing gymnastics."
"I noticed that just never asked," Toby stated. "How'd you get that?"
"Major gymnastics accident. Basically cut open my back."
"Eugh, that's gross. Oh god that sounds painful." Aimsey shuddered.
"No shit." Allister laughed.
Tommy finally went and sat back down, now in his blue coat, and being a lot more happy. A lot more Tommy.
The change and everything Wilbur did sparked a whole new idea that Tommy was involved in the arg, which he fueled because he thought it was funny.
That would be fun to explain.
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Notes:This was a filler. It sucks ik but the final plot chapter before the story is continued with the rest in the book and Retrouvaille (maybe, despite my appreciation for you all I did start this as a joke but I'm a person of my word so you'll at least get the end of the series and then possibly draw your own conclusions from there)
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