💧 What’s the worst pain your OC has ever been in? Mental or physical? What was the cause of this?

Seated upon a fallen log, Hal stared down at the grass beneath him. “Well, physical? Hard to say…” he scratched at his sideburns, “A sour shellybean once spat up acidic syrup at me, that burned for days after.”

One of his legs began bouncing and his hands fidgeted, picking the neon paint from his nails. “Mental… mental…” At his feet Macarena whined, sensing the man’s anxieties. He pawed at his legs. “Well, there was one time–”

The gardener abruptly crumpled to the ground, body shuddering and a choked noise muffled by his mask escaped him. Yapping, the macaracoon paced around him as he curled into a tight ball; knees pressed into the dirt and hands near clawing at his face beneath the mask.