Hermitcraft angst and :(

no one can know (bthb)

So, this one is really short again. I've been working on windwaker au lots (shameless plug owo) and some animation, so i havent written for here that much. anyway, hope you enjoy! (tw, panic atack)

Iskall flew back to his omega tree, his chest tight. He flew straight down the cavernous trunk, and landed, stumbling a bit as he did. He immediately ripped off his elytra and ran to his storage room. He started sorting his chests, trying to distract himself. His breathing quickened, causing his vision to blur. He leaned against the skulkers, squeezing his eye shut as tears formed around it. He fell to his knees, and crumpled up to a ball.

Iskall felt the panic attack start during hermit challenges. He managed to keep it under control until he got his challenge, so that Stress and Mumbo wouldn't find out. He took off, knowing what was about to happen, but trying to delay it as long as possible. He was shaking and stuttering as he read his challenge out, anticipating the moment when he could leave. Iskall's fingers started mildly twitching, him trying his hardest to just keep his breathing slow. Stress gave him an odd look, implying that she knew something was wrong, but Iskall just avoided eye contact.

Curled up in his tree, Iskall was gasping for air. His chest went tight and he felt like he was dying. Hyperventilation was paired with uncontrollable jittering. Painful tears globbed out of his eye, as he squeezed his knees closer to his chest. Dark thoughts filled his head with doubts. Iskall felt hopeless.

He laid on the soft dirt floor of his tree for quite a while, trying to breathe, but wheezing painfully instead. A migraine had joined the awful symptoms, piercing through his head and causing him to cry out in pain. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep the hurting away. His breathing stopped every few seconds, his chest becoming too tight to suck any breath in. He felt lightheaded, the lack of air suffocating him. His vision darkened as he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, the physical pain was gone. He could breathe just fine. The pain and fear that came from the attack lingered, taunting him, telling him he'd never feel better. He stayed in the fetal position on the ground, crying. His tree was silent, apart from the quiet gasps in between sobs. After what seemed like forever, he was all cried-out. He slowly stood up, cleaned himself up, and took off to the shopping district. As he passed Ren on the path, he gave him a forced smile. The pair started a normal conversation.

No one can know. 

Lots of love!

-The Lolfoxgamer