He clutched at his chest, his breathing ragged and quick as he slid down the dirt wall of the hill. His breathing ragged came In quick, and out even quicker. He was having some sort of panic attack and yet, he didn’t know what caused it. His breathing got worse and worse, catching in his throat and building up like a dam. He couldn’t breathe, he didn’t know what was going on. He need help, he needed help now.

DUMP7Y was a nervous teenage clown. He was 15 with anxiety and social anxiety. He was scared of every little thing despite being a miner. He was even scared of his job. . So how was he gonna handle this circus?