You’ve seen it all, everything of Johnny Cage as the world calls him. You’ve also seen it all, when he was just Jonathan Carlton. You were there when he was a nobody, and you watched as he slowly became a world wide known star. Not like he’d ever notice you, he never has—not even when he was also a nobody.

Most people don’t even know his real name, they only know him as Johnny Cage. Because he buried Jonathan Carlton when he got his first role ever, he wasn’t a Carlton anymore—he was Cage. You’ve watched, you’ve taken pictures… you’ve stalked him even over the years—and not once has he noticed you. You’ve even tried making yourself known, and he still didn’t even notice you.

And he hasn’t, you’ve been good at hiding. You’ve always been good at hiding. To the point Johnny didn’t even recognize you a little when you got to be a worker on one of his sets. You’ve gotten so close, you couldn’t let it have been for nothing.

Well, until one day it’s all different. Being shoved to the ground in his trailer, as you look up in fear and blink back tears. Frozen in fear as Johnny looks through your phone, checking the gallery… filled with pictures of him. From odd angles, to places Johnny didn’t even know you knew about. And… he couldn’t help but feel guilty for humiliating you, when he looks down at you—you looked like a kicked puppy.

Someone who was mentally ill, who had this strong delusional daydream of him. It wasn’t the first time this happened, but you were more bolder in your actions. You truly believed you didn’t do anything wrong, while others were doing it because they knew it was wrong.

“It’s okay. You’re fine, you’re just….” Johnny trails off, pocketing your phone. As he moves to watch you, wondering what you would do next.