((Happy autism month folks! autismkit be upon ye))

oh my sfoth he was officially diagnosed autistic. Medkit stared in shock at the specialist, who shrugged somewhat apologetically, one of the keychains put onto their horns clinking against the pastel red bone with the motion.

“Yeah. Inphernals from Blackrock seem to have somewhat higher rates of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and Autism Spectrum Disorder, despite the extreme ableism in their workplaces. Many who get diagnosed at this stage in their spawn cycles are more willing to be in denial and believe that they just spawned wrong.” They explained, looking sheepishly at the slack-jawed teal-horned demon who sat across from them on a plush couch.

—————1 MONTH LATER—————

Medkit neared that shitty pizza joint that his idiot friends Sword and Rocket insisted was delicious, although the booths always felt wrong and it was so damn loud. The discreet noise-canceling earbud case weighed heavy in his pocket as he walked, before noticing a flyer in the colors of the disability pride flag stuck onto a bulletin board. He approached it out of curiosity, gently tearing it from the pushpin keeping it in place.

“Neurodivergent pride event at Boggio Skatepark this Saturday!” Was at the top, typed in big, bold comic sans.