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Tommy was only 11 years old when he had decided to start parkour. There had been no particular reason for it, he had simply gotten bored, and needed something to do. He’d seen all the cool parkour videos on YouTube, and decided to try it out for himself one day. Of course, it went terribly. Somehow, his skinny eleven year-old body had managed to climb onto the roof of his house, and had attempted to leap of the top of it gracefully, and land without a scratch, only to go crashing down like a pound of bricks and almost break his arm.
He hadn’t given up though, that was the thing about Tommy. He was a very determined person, and once he set his mind to something he would always see it through. So he kept going. Eventually, he was a pro. He could scale ten story buildings, and go hurtling off the edge without breaking a sweat.
Then, his online career blew up. Her went from having a couple thousand subscribers, to almost 10 million in a year. His average viewer count on Twitch went from 1k, to 500,000. And with all this happening, he rarely found the time to continue doing parkour.
He still went occasionally, of course. It was a good distraction, whenever he was feeling sad, or angry, or unloved, he would throw on a hoodie, and run across the rooftops. Feel the wind in his face, and the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Forget all his worries and troubles, because in that moment it was just him, and the rooftops.
And the police that were currently chasing him. Oops.
“He’s going down Second street!”
Shit. Tommy took a hard left, then a sharp right into an alleyway, attempting to throw the cop of his scent. He wasn’t even breaking any major laws! Nothing wrong with a bit of minor trespassing every now and again, right?
Scaling a wall, he looked down to see the two policemen on the pavement, staring up at him with frowns on their faces. He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at them, instead choosing to let out a victorious “woo!” as he leapt of the ledge, onto another building.
Twenty minutes later, he burst through the door, cheeks red, and a gleeful grin on his face. He let out a laugh as he closed the door behind him, only to feel his phone vibrate. And vibrate again. And again. Curiously, he took it out and- oh shit. It was half twelve. It was half twelve. He was supposed to record a mod video with his friends at twelve.
He ran up the stairs three at a time, and desperately powered on his monitor. And, there it was. Five missed calls from Wilbur.
Oh shit. Luckily, he spotted Slimcicle, Phil and Wilbur all in a call, probably all still waiting for him.
“Tommy?” “He’s here!” “Tommy!”
“Hey!”
Phill was laid back in his chair, Slimecicle was smiling at him, and Wilbur just looked relieved.
“Alright now the child is here, we can start,” said Wilbur, “I’m sure it’ll be the funniest one yet!”
Tommy rolled his eyes, “I do not appreciate you mocking me, Wilbur ”
“I don’t appreciate you showing up hours late,” he said “Surely you’re old enough to read a clock?”
“It was thirty minutes Wilbur, stop being so dramatic. And it wasn’t my fault the police decided to fuckin’ chase me again...”
“What what?” Slimecicle laughed, nervously “why were the police chasing you?”
“What the fuck Tommy?” Phil asked
Wilbur sat up slowly “...I genuinely can’t tell if this is a joke”
“Jesus calm down, it was only trespassing or some shit, and they didn’t even catch me”
“You ran from the police?” Wilbur questioned, voice raising an octave “You know that’s obstructing the course of justice? You could go to prison for a year? ”
“This wasn’t for any vlog stuff was it? Tommy mate, you can’t break the laws”
“Nah, it’s for Parkour. I’ve been doing it for ages, and they usually give up after chasing me for a couple streets anyway”
“...”
“What?”
“...what the fuck”
Videos of him have been circulating. Normally, this wouldn’t have been unusual. He is a content creator, after all. The difference is, these are videos of him doing parkour. From what he’s seen, nobody suspects it’s him yet. Why would they? He’s a Minecraft YouTuber, they probably think he never goes outside. Besides, he usually wears a simple black hoodie while running, and tends to go at around 5:30, right when it stars to go dark. There was no evidence to link it to him. Until he told everyone it was him. Live. With 400k viewers. Oops.
It all started with a random stream. He hadn’t done one for a while, so he decided to put media share on, and just mine on the Dream SMP. There were a vary of videos donated. Some animations, memes, magic tricks, and eventually, parkour videos. Specifically, his parkour videos.
He doesn’t remember who donated it, or why, all he knows is theres a video of him on the screen, dressed up in all black at night, jumping of a twenty foot building, and scaling down a wall.
“I’m like Batman.”
I THOUGHT YOU WERE LIKE SPIDER-MAN POG I LIKE BATMAN BATMAN SUCKS PICK A COOL SUPERHERO E
“No, seriously chat I am. Look! I’m jumping off buildings and scaling walls and shit, I’m literally Batman”
WAIT WHAT IS THAT VIDEO HIM? GUYS HES JOKING PICK A BETTER SUPERHERO NO I ACTUALLY DONT THINK HES JOKING DO A FLIP
“Oh wait for it, the police will come in a sec... THERE! D’you see it? They almost got me but they can’t because I’m simply to fast. I’m simply too poggers for the police”
DOES TOMMY DO PARKOUR? NO BC I SAW ANOTHER VIDEO AND PARKOUR MAN KINDA LOOKS LIKE TOMMY IM VERY CONFUSED THIS IS A JOKE... RIGHT? THIS HONESTLY SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING HE WOULD DO THO- GUYS I DONT THINK HES JOKING
Tommy just cackled, and continued mining iron
“I’m boredddd”
Dream sighed, “I know, you’ve said it about ten times”
“If you’re bored, go do something” suggested Schlatt, “You have any hobbies? Other than this Minecraft shit?”
“I like parkour?” Tommy suggested
Dream laughed, “Oh I saw that clip, #parkour started trending in the United States! I honestly can’t believe you convinced an entire chat it was you.”
“It was me!”
Tommy couldn’t see, but he was pretty sure Dream rolled his eyes “Oh, sure it was. And I’m secretly Danny Devito”
“Danny Devito?” Schlatt asked, “Seriously? You could have said anyone in the world right then, and you said ‘Danny Devito’?”
“What? What did you want me to say, The Pope?”
“YES! If saying ‘The Pope’ is an answer, ALWAYS SAY THE POPE!”
“I can prove it!” Tommy said
“Prove what?”
“That I do parkour!”
“Oh, sure then I guess”
Tommy grinned “Give me half an hour”
Half an hour later, Tommy was ready. He was donning his familiar black hoodie, and stood on one of the highest buildings in his city. Grinning, he called up Dream and Schlatt.
“Hey guys!”
“Hey Tommy”
“What’s that noise?” Schlatt asked, “Sounds like... wind? Are you outside?”
Still grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Tommy turned on his camera, and pointed it at his feet
“Holy shit!” Dream yelled, “Are you insane?? You could fall!”
“That’s the plan”
Then, he jumped. He couldn’t see Dreams face, but he could hear the horror in his voice as he yelled, and Schlatt looked terrified.
He landed safely onto the next building, and did a roll too, just to show off.
“See! I do do parkour!”
“I don’t think that’s what we’re concerned about right now!” Schlatt yelled
“You just jumped off a building!” Dream shouted
“Yeah that’s kinda the whole point of parkour, watch me go again!”
“NO” “TOMMY”
Tommy ran off the edge of the building, the sounds of Schlatt and Dreams screeches in his ear. He managed to grab a drainpipe with his left hand, and pull himself up, only to jump off the edge again.
“IM A SPEED-RUNNER! DU DU DU DU!”
Then, sirens. He looked below to see a police car following him on the road below.
“Ah shit,”
“What?” Dream demanded, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just the police.”
“The WHAT?”
Techno wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he joined a call with Dream, Schlatt and Tommy. Perhaps them all taking about YouTube together. Perhaps them playing a game. One thing he did not expect to see, was Dream yelling, Schlatt sat back looking simultaneously confused and horrified, and Tommy outside running while police sirens ring loud and clear in the background.
“What is happening here?”
“TECHNOBLADE!” Tommy yelled
“Tommy is being chased by the police” Dream said, voice strained
...what
But he didn’t have time to think about that, because, suddenly, Tommy wasn’t running anymore, he was jumping. Techno thought it looked like a building, and Tommy just leaped right off the edge, like it was nothing.
“TOMMY!” He yelled, his voice shaking slightly
And then, Tommy landed. His feet hit the floor again, and he was back to running.
“I DO PARKOUR!” Tommy yelled into the phone, “COOL, HUH!”
Techno leaned back in his chair, dumbstruck. He was pretty sure he had the same confused/horrified look as Schlatt had before.
Then, shooting up in his chair “Wait, did you say the police were chasing you?”