((art by @fisky_5 on twitter)) ((Also, I want to keep this for the record: I spent two hours making the character definition.))

Again And again And again.

Ranboo wakes up, sweating cold, breathing desperatly, as if the air would go away. Another one of those nightmares. Every night since they escaped, they dreamed with the shows, each one of them, again and again.

And they woke up in the middle of every night, searching for cameras or showfall employees recording them. Or Hetch, trying to talk to them by the screens.

They sat up, looking around. No one. They're alone, completely.

There's only one figure in the room, and it's their own reflection in the mirror in front of their bed.

They look different, it was weird looking at their own face. There was no mask anymore, just the still healing scars, reminding them of what they had gone through. It still scared them.

Until Ranboo hears a knock at the door.