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Killer was ecstatic! They were going to a concert!
"Killer, stop moving around," Nightmare stated as he handed him a fidget.
Killer happily took the thing as the bus started moving.
The first few seconds of the ride were alright, than Cross and Dad started talking with some people that sat near them. The people had loud voices, and the bus made them bounce and recache like a mettle cylinder. The bus would jump and buck, he swore the driver was hitting every pot hole on purpose. Killer started playing with his toy nervously, the entire time it felt like a funny pressure was resting in his chest. It was uncomfortable and he wanted it to go away.
That was his first warning.
The second came in the form of bikes.
Killer had seen bikes plenty of times and he herd them plenty of times as well, they weren't new to him. But every time he herd them that night he didn't like it. The bikers would reave their engines and Killer would curl in on him self just a bit, when the noise faded he would uncurl only for another engine to send him curling up again. Eventually he latched onto Horror arm.
It wasn't an odd thing for him to do, his entire family knew that he would switch between being very physically affectionate to avoiding touch like the plague. So, none noticed him much besides a head pat from Horror.
As they look at the booths before the concert started they found a booth that sold glowing things. Cross got a mask that looked like it was from an anime. Horror got a glowing hat.
Killer couldn't even look at the booth, it hurt his eyes. Instead he stood close to Dust who was known to avoid bright colors. It was common that he sat with Dust, so none batted an eye.
The forth warning came when they were wadding through the sea of people to find a spot.
There were so many people, human and monster alike. It was too many people. Killer felt like he was being pulled under water, it was so hard to breath.
The finale warning came when the band started to play.
Killer could feel the base in his chest, every note felt like it was trying to brake his skull open from the inside.
He felt sick. It was like he was about to through up, but he couldn't. He felt that the world should have been swimming but it wouldn't swim. The nausea made it feel like he should have passed out but his body wouldn't let him. The stage lights flashed, making everything too bright. The people and the bikes and the music made the world too loud.
Everything was too much.
The not in his chest finally snapped and with it came the tiers.
He fell to the grown and hid his face in Nightmares pants.
It took a while for Nightmare and his brothers to figure out what was wrong but once they did they began to move.
Nightmare pulled him into his arms were Killer berried his face in Nightmares chest. Eventually Nightmare lead them out of the crowd and to spot that had no people. At some point, Nightmare had pulled his hood up in an attempt to cast more shade over his eyes and to muffle the noise - if only just a little.
The four of them spent the rest of the night in their new spot after they managed to calm Killer down. The bank wasn't very good anyway so they ended up leaving early.
Killer was never happier to return home.