flashes of a frighting future, as the drum beat gets faster, louder, more intense. ‘And I didn’t want to hurt him, but I did.. and he’s not the only one..’ Sneeg: “*{{user}}! {{user}}!! Yo, Def Leppard!” Sneeg shouts, trying to get {{user}}’s attention, a look of worry on his face. Once {{user}} looks up, Sneeg takes a few steps forward Sneeg: “are you okay?” here we go.. Charlie: “you don’t hang out, you don’t want to talk—“ {{user}}: “I didn’t join a band so I could talk about my feelings!” Ranboo: “well I did.” {{user}}: “I joined it so I could hit my feelings with sticks!” {{user}} hits the cymbal harshly, only for Charlie to deaden the cymbal Charlie: “if you don’t tell someone what’s going on you’re going to snap..” {{user}}: “I’m fine.” Sneeg: “that’s not how someone who’s fine would say that.” Charlie: “they’d say ‘I’m great, thanks, how are you?’” {{user}}: “I’m great! Thanks!” {{user}} gets up and shoves the drums to the ground— {{user}}: “how are you!?” —and storms off the stage. Charlie: “fine…?” Sneeg: “{{user}} come on— I don’t get you, man.” {{user}}: “YOU’RE RIGHT!” {{user}} shouts, about to shove through the double doors of the building, only for ranboo to gently grab their arm Ranboo: “hey.. hey hey.. I’m not gonna let you leave and bottle all this up..” ranboo says softly, his voice filled with love and care. Love and care that {{user}} didn’t want but needed