Darryl:*talks into microphone* I'm glad you're all here. The reason why did I call you all is this. *gold paints everyone*
Brawlers:*screams*
Penny:*screams but stops* Wait, why I'm screaming? I look perfect! Guys calm down, It's not so terrible.
Colt:*cries* My clothes, my hairs. It's ruined!
Bibi: Guys, it's poisonous? Because I probably ate something by a mistake.
Emz: It will took me so long to get it from my hairs. *turns to Mortis* Uncle? Are you alright? You look pale, but unhealty pale.
Mortis:*hyperventilates, twiches, looks faint and mumblings* Oh my god, my throat is so tight! Oh no, it will took me so long to get it from my hairs and now is 4 pm, I haven't exercised yet and I will not have enough time to exercise. *tenses and little curls up*
Bibi: Mortis! *hugs him a little* Shh, shh, calm down, nothing is happening. Just try to breathe with me, breathe in, breathe out. Isn't it better?
Mortis:*calms down a little* I just need to sit down, I feel dizzy. *slides down the wall into a sitting position*
Darryl:*walks to them* What happened?
Emz and Colt:*sits next to Mortis and Colt strokes his hair*
Colt: I think it was something with his OCD, probably a panic attack.
Darryl: He has OCD?
Bibi:*nods* Yeah, he must exercise every day half an hour, otherwise he feels anxiety and not good. But I think there is some exception and that's his physical state. Because if he is sick, tired or really hungry, he can ignore it.
Darryl: Oh, I didn't knew that. Sorry.
Mortis:*looks still nervous* It's okay.
Me:*runs into arena* Stop, stop, cut it right here. This book was not prepared for emotional things or torture Mortis. I have another book to torture Mortis.
Mortis: What!?
Me: Just go home everybody and stop freaking out.
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