He hated this.

Feeling like this.

His eyes burned, his head ached heck his whole body ached and his hands wouldn't stop shaking-there was a knock on his door

Too loud.

"Anxiety, we got 10 minutes till it's video time kiddo", came Patton's happy voice.

He didn't answer, he had curled into a ball and was clutching his head, it hurt. Words and sounds ringing and echoing out continuously.

Too loud.

Another knock.

"5 minutes until we begin Anxiety"  that was Logan.

Too loud.

Another knock.

"Anxiety, we got a minute till the video ", called Roman.

Too loud.

Too loud.

Too loud

He was summoned.

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The video went well, he didn't talk much.

It was easily edited, he didn't help much.

It was uploaded, he didn't do much.

The backlash was massive.

One of the very few videos that Thomas might have to take down.

It wasn't offensive by any means, of course it wasn't, this was Thomas we're talking about.

But the comments weren't exactly on the positive side.

Majority of them were hate, which granted it is the Internet.

But the ones that hurt the most were the pitying ones.

"This one may be bad but the others should be alright"

"Next time it'll be better"

"Next time, it was a good try, next vid"

The poor kid had actually felt proud of this vid. It's a good thing he hadn't seen the comments yet. The dark trait had been reading through the comment section on Thomas' couch, the host and the other three had gone somewhere and hadn't seen anything yet.

So Anxiety did his best despite his headache, dispite the throbbing behind his eyes, dispite the fact that everything was blurring together and the non-existent noise was too loud, he did his best to delete as much of the hate comments as possible.

 
The others came back from wherever they had gone, he had done his job majority of the comments were deleted and others too far down for Thomas to see.

Standing up he was about to sink down, the pain and noise was becoming far too much-

"Hey Anxiety, do you want to read the comments with us?"

He couldn't tell who asked him that.

"Yes, it was a wonderful video today-",Okay that was Roman

"It was, wasn't it?-"

"I believe so-"

The noise became so much worse and he didn't realize that his eyes were closed and that he was clutching at his head until Thomas placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Anx-?"

He opened his eyes into a hazy spin of color, the noise doubled and bombarded him at every possible angle.

It was too loud.

Too loud.

Too loud.

Too loud.

The colors turned black.

Thomas screamed his name.

He dropped.

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AN:// last time I said I wasn't feeling too good, well shit hit the fan and I feel twice as bad. I managed to write up five pages for Innerworks and I was doing ok I guess, but then some hate comments came in, so I quickly deleted them. I was fine hate is just mindless hate right? But then this comment came in, it wasn't even a hate comment, just a little thing about how if things get a bit too angsty they wouldn't be able read it anymore l, which is fine, angst isn't for everyone and I know this but like... my mind doesn't? And longs story short it spiraled into an attack because of something that meant absolutely no harm. I've been trying to write more pages of the Innerworks chap because it's late as Is already but every time I open the doc I can't breath, my hands shake and my eyes water till tears stream down my face. Oh did I mention the migraine/headache thing hasn't left yet?