Tommy's pov:
I woke up at 11am. Me, Wilbur, tubbo and Phil were doing an art and craft video. I put on my raccoon dungarees and we left. I was still tired though.
Tubbo's pov:
We went into a small building and sat down at a table. We we're doing a video for tommy's channel.
"This video we are making random pieces of shit were told to make" he laughed.
"Uhhh, tubbo, Wilbur" tommy said. He was struggling with the cutting. Techno was in charge of the camera so stopped recording as Wilbur helped him cut then recorded again.
Wilbur's pov:
Tommy seemed to not be enjoying the recording. He couldn't do the cutting or glueing and seemed stressed, "techno stop recording" I said, "tommy, it's okay, what should I help you with?" I asked, "Wilbur, I can't do it, I can't cut or glue" tommy said. "I'll cut and glue it, you can colour, we won't record the rest and won't post the video" I smiled.
After an hour, we finished recording and went back to the hotel. Tommy seemed stressed still so I decided to try and find someone like him to talk to.
A/n I know this chapter is really short but the next one should be good!
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Clumsy
FanfictionTommy had dyspraxia. He was very clumsy, always late to streams or video recordings,had bruises all over himself from falling and much more stuff. His chat did know and his clumsiness was more of a joke now since it happened so often.
