*b* Tommy's pov *b*
"GEORGEEEEEE!"
"TOMMY! What did I tell you about using the gear for annoying George?" Wilbur was so serious about the gear.
"That I shouldn't do it, I knowwwwwww." His idea for the vlog was amazing, I didn't understand why he wouldn't tell me until one day before everything was ready.
"Go set up for your fake stream now." said Wilbur. I nodded even tho he couldn't see me. I sat down in my chair and clicked the go live button on a fake site Wilbur set up. He asked the real chat so they would send messages for the fake one.
"HI GUYSS, HOW ARE YOU TODAYYYY? Today's live will be a long one." I read the chat, it was automatic. "Charli D'amelio replied to me on instagram. WAIT REALLY?"
"Tommy!" I heard in my headphones. Wil's reaction was suspiciously quick. "Focus on the scenario." I shook my head and continued saying what Wilbur had told me earlier.
"So chat, today we will-" I heard a loud crash and the 'ceiling' next to me fell down, a person following short after.
"Hello guys, I'm Anthony Padi- wait that's not me, I'm Toby Smith and today we will-" and then the door behind me opened, I pretended to be as shocked as possible while the fake chat was calm tho, they knew Tubbo lived close.
"DID I HEAR ANTHONY PADILLA? Hello sir, I'm Ranboo, you called me for an interview." the chat went crazy, they didn't know Ranboo was back in the UK.
"Ranboo! Didn't know you were back, finally someone normal height." Wilbur walked out of my closet.
"Excuse me, I'm offended." that was my que to start an actual stream. Quackity, who came from underneath my desk stood beside my chair with everyone else lined up.
"Hello chat, just a normal day in the Simons house..."
The guys behing me were supposed to start an incredibly foolish dance but they didn't, because Wilbur didn't give them the sign. Why was he standing still? He didn't tell us, or at least me about this.