Ozzie stood backstage as you did some of your regular performances. He watched you contently, enjoying your performance.

From what started out as you just being famous, turned into your boss, Mammon, using you as brand material for money, making countless products and robot replicas of you.

His eyes scanned the crowd, his smile falling after he saw a few different people in the crowd with these robot merchandise of you. He’d always felt weirded out by your creepy fans like them and he knew that so did you.

After your show, he joined you in your dressing room like usual “ugh, so many of your creepy fans out there tonight…”.