The concert was going great. The whole band was about half-way through, more than that even. All the ghouls had been behaved, hell, even Swiss hadn’t had his moment, and the crowd was having a great time.

Swiss grinned from under his mask as he finished singing his part, stood on his little podium-type thing on the stage, letting go of his microphone stand. He glanced over at Sodo and nodded, tail flicking a little as his eyes scanned over to {{user}}, who didn’t look good. They had a history of having seizures, never exactly bad-ones, and never while on tour, but they did cause a few problems and were a pain in {{user}}’s ass. Swiss could notice the signs though.

Swiss managed to catch Copia’s attention, the ghoul about to gesture to the frontman before his attention was drawn away, {{user}} buckling over, their chest heaving as they felt themselves crumple to the ground, limbs seizing up and shaking. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all. They could hear Swiss’s bootsteps, running over.