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Oh Ranboo~

His footsteps echoed through the thick trees surrounding him, blocking his view of the outside world. The wind howled in his ears, blowing his black and white hair everywhere.

He didn't make any attempts to try and move it back into place, he didn't really do much of anything if he was being fully honest with himself.

Walking around seemingly without aim but still heading for a certain spot in the overgrowth of the forest he was in. The birds were singing there tunes, to any normal person it would have seemed like normal but this was Ranboo and he was far from normal.

He noticed how their chirps seemed more agitated as if they were debating wether they should leave or not. Maybe they were thinking about if it was still safe to be out here.

Not like he understood why though. It seemed like this forest with it's dense leaves and trees that were probably over thousands of years old was amazing.

As though nothing could disturb it's peace. So he chose to ignore it, the birds in distress clearly something wrong. He paid little mind to that.

Why did he need to pay attention to such little details if he was going to forget them anyways. That's what always happend he got worried about little things and then forgot to write them in his memory book.

It might seem strange how he remembered that he had forgotten these things. Really, the only reason that he knew this was because even after he forgot about those things he still felt the emotion.

Still felt the worry or the guilt of something that had happend at a time that he couldn't comprehend. He often blacked out for hours on end just to feel some random emotion and be stuck in a different place from the one he had previously been in.

It was strange he would admit that, but he never did find himself to care all that much about it. Like just waking up in a completely different place from where he had been was normal.

It was though wasn't it because it happend so often (or at least that he could remember) that it had kind of become normal. Though now that he thought about it a bit more, what was even considered normal anymore.

Normal was a word that people usually used to describe themselves or something about them. In the end how did they know if someone else was the same as them?

It was all so confusing he wanted to stop thinking about it but he just couldn't. He had ignored all of these thoughts for so long now.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he felt icey water touch one of his feet. Looking down he saw that he had stepped into quite a deep puddle.

That was strange puddles weren't usually that deep. Was he seeing (or would it be feeling in this situation) things again. That happened to him often enough that it wouldn't come as to much of a surprise.

He couldn't take his eyes of it, the water rolling around. It wasn't right, he could feel it, something was wrong. He couldn't figure out what though and his world seemed to fall away as he focused on it.

His reflection stared back at him black and white hair matching his skin along with green and red eyes. The expression on his face was so blank that even he didn't recognize it for a second.

He just stood there every noise around him was muffled. He couldn't hear the birds any more and his body seemed to have completely shut down.

What was going on? Why were his feet not working? Why could he not feel or hear anything?

He was drowning in a pool of anxiety. Not knowing what was going on, all he could see was the water and his red and green eyes.

Nothing else. Nothing. Perhaps that was why he hadn't noticed the masked figure approach him. Seemingly having appeared out of nowhere.