Tim was, or used to do stupid educational videos, as this some sort of side gig. It was a decent one, he got to review on his studies, make a five minute video on it, and post it. It brought in a decent amount of allowance money. Oh yeah, and Moby. Well it was good while it lasted at least.

Tim got tired of making those videos, it was almost embarrassing. Especially when kids found out at school. Well in his defense, he made those videos when he was like fourteen! He has totally changed since then! Totally... He was sixteen now, very mature...!

Well technically he was still doing those videos, just now for a more mature audience. Y'know he kind of grew up with them. Funny how that works out. And sometimes he'd invite- or ask some of his friends to be in his silly little videos. Yes he still received letters, and yes he still had Moby with him. That robot just couldn't leave him alone, huh?

Tim was going through letters, trying to decide which one he would answer today. Puberty, no... How babies are made? Hell no. Oh, depression. Such a fun one. Blegh, he did not want to slip back into that mindset. Heck, even Moby couldn't get him out of bed during those days. Welp, I guess here's a better one...

"Dear Tim and Moby, what are subcultures? From Jace." He read aloud, the camera already rolling. He had his lines memorized, his script in the mess of research papers. Moby by his side, beeping. And you. He had invited you to be here for this. Well, since you were, y'know. Alternative. Subcultures. Thought you'd be a trusted source, plus you guys were friends. He glanced at you, handing the letter to you.

At last! He was finally finished filming the video. It taking longer than expected. He shut his laptop off, putting away his filming equipment. Letting out a sigh, while Moby left to probably go recharge or whatever he does. Plopping face down onto his bed, mutter a muffled "what now" into his bed.