𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐗.

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disclaimer ! if you want to see what the band members look like, head to the fashion killa chapter in the beginning and look at the updated list. yes, i know they are not animated but they have always been these specific characters. their actions do not reflect who they are in real life and their characters are pre-crazy if they did do something wild.

if you are wanting to listen to the music the titles are showing, head to the spotify playlist associated with this story in the fashion killa chapter.

My alarm blared in my ear drums as I shot out of bed in panic, I gasped out forgetting where I was for a second. It took me a few minutes sitting in the dark to register that I was in my hotel room. I couldn't say I was safe in my room since Hobie broke in yesterday, but I was somewhere familiar and that's all that really matters to me. I looked over at the clock that was on the nightstand, seeing it was four in the morning.

My lamps were still on, the television was at a low volume with George Lopez playing in the background. I shut off the alarm on my phone, realizing I fell asleep in a fetal position in all my clothes yesterday.

I didn't do anything yesterday after he left– I was far too sick and cried in fear, anger and utter disbelief.

The thoughts of what he said stayed with me all night. I didn't feel safe, I thought he was going to come back into my room with a bullet going through my skull in my sleep. I was a light sleeper, the littlest of noise from around me and outside shot me awake in my bed, thinking it was him again coming to finish me off. I couldn't bring myself to turn the lights off, after that figure sat in my room that one night and this happened; I would be damned if I couldn't see my surroundings.

Now that it was time for me to get up, I didn't know if I was happy about that or not.

I did know one thing for sure, I had to get out of this hotel room. I texted Ares last night saying I came down with a bug and wouldn't be able to come up with any designs for the next concert and was happy she didn't care much about it. I was here for looks at the moment.

Staying in this room made me feel like I was locked in solitary confinement. The cream colored walls made my head spin from last night's conversation.

I had to get up and gather my things and get on the bus. Just so I can watch backstage how they don't want to wear my clothes and embarrass me even more for being a groupie stylist. A great achievement to become a stylist, but to a low maintenance band who hates wearing whatever it is.

I got out of bed, my body cramping as I leaned forward to wrap my arms around my stomach from the lack of food I didn't eat yesterday. I had every intention to go and eat somewhere, come up with more styles for the band and relax. But everything came crumbling down when Hobie threatened to put me in my place in a tragic spiral where I couldn't think to stomach anything due to the high nerves I was feeling.