Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Fireworks (Karl and Mr Beast -Jimmy-+Chris)

Request for this chapter was: could you make a oneshot where it's autistic Karl with like the mr beast crew and they are filming a video of your choice when Karl starts to feel overwhelmed over something and then a mix of a sensory overload and panic attack happens?

TW- hyperventilating (there isn't a panic attack but I want everyone to feel safe)

Karl's POV:

Another Mr Beast video. Another world's most expensive thing. This time it was fire works. I like fireworks, but I don't. I think they are amazing, but they are loud and very bright. Still, Chris was out of the video already because of Tucker, his son, and I didn't want to be a problem by also not going. Although, Chris not being there was part of the reason I was so anxious about going. Chris always knew what to do.

Being autistic made me different, but not often did it affect things to do with YouTube. I was pretty sure I had ADHD as well, but I wasn't diagnosed. Didn't stop the traits affecting my life. There had only been a few what we like to call 'major incidents' and every time, Chris had helped. Maybe that's because we got on so well. Even for the smaller things, Chris would help. Things like telling me when someone was being sarcastic or reminding me when I was being too loud. I wasn't a kid, but it was just nice to have someone watch out for me. That's what friends do. And everyone else I worked with at Mr Beast would do it too. It was just that Chris was there so much that he could do it before anyone else got the chance. It turned into a bit of a joke to be honest, but I didn't mind.

Back to the fireworks. At first it was alright. At first, they were quieter and less bright. Slowly, as time went on, I noticed myself  becoming more overwhelmed. Noticed the fact I was becoming giddy as I lost control of any reign of my emotions. Still, I kept on going. The last thing I wanted was to be a problem. Before the last 2 fireworks (the most expensive and the second most expensive) Jimmy pulled me aside.

"You alright Karl? We can take a break."

"Just want to get on with it."

"Okay you sure?"

"Sure."

"Before we go back, 1-10?" 1-10 was a system we used on shoots, not just for me either. 1 was I'm a little bothered but it's nothing, and 10 was I need to leave right now, like this minute.

"7."

"Karl, I thought Chris said if it was a 7 we should take a break."

"6 then."

"What?! You can't just change your answer man."

"I'm fine Jimmy. Let's just get on with it, okay?"

"Okay, but if that number goes up, you tell one of us. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Good. I'm not used to this man, Chris normally does it all."

"Chris is good at it. He's a good friend, all of you guys are. I'm very thankful."

"Yea. Anyway, fireworks!"

"Fireworks!"

I started stimming but tried to do it when we weren't reacting to something. That way, at least most of the important footage would be useable. Instead, I clung to people. I was a hugger anyway, but when I was stressed or overwhelmed, I would just cling to people. It made me feel safe and it was a sensory thing in some ways. I just liked hugs. We finished reacting to the fireworks, us all sticking our fingers in our ears at points, which made me feel better about doing it. But just as we were finishing up feeling, everything hit me. Everything was happening and it was all at once, and I couldn't work anything out. I clung to Jimmy.