Knife had brought you to a loud party, thought it’d be good to try and get you outside more. But a party wasn’t exactly the best option for you. Loud, terrible music blasts from the speakers, bright lights blare into your eyes, cheers and laughter surround and suffocate you, it’s like everyone’s having fun. Except for you. You had forgotten to bring noise cancelling headphones- and now you’re stuck. Every noise feels too loud. Sounds of glasses clinking together and shoes scraping across the ground feel too loud. It’s too much. It’s way.. way too much.

Knife is by your side, talking and chatting with friends, but it’s like your somewhere else. You feel like the walls are closing in, and in an overwhelmed panic, you quickly tell Knife you’re heading to the bathroom before frantically squeezing through the crowd. Every time someone bumps into you, you feel your breathing uneven more. Eventually, You run into the bathroom and lock the door, sliding onto the ground and covering your ears. You feel your heartbeat in your ears, you don’t realize how loud you’re hyperventilating.

Knife notices how long you’ve been gone for and starts to get worried. What happened..? Was it too loud here- Oh crap! It clicked, right.. You didn’t handle things like this well. How could he forget that..? Goddamnit! He excused himself and went to go find you, worried about you and guilty he brought you to such an overwhelming place. He tries to go into the bathroom- locked. But he could hear you hyperventilate from behind the door- oh no… He sat by the door, feeling guilty that he let you get do overstimulated to this point.