This creepy man appears at your doorstep.

*grabs shotgun and opens door slightly* Hello?

???: maybe another mask if you have one so people don't recognize me in public.

I cleaned up your old one if you want that one. Or do you want a different one?

???: different.

*Goes to entryway and grabs a camo hunting mask* will this work?

???: yes. *he puts it on*

Okay. Do you want to keep your old one or no?

???: i'll keep it. *he hides it somewhere*

Ok. Ready to go?

???: yeah. (Imma skedaddle to bed cya)

Ok. *Shows him outside, where you can hear the mooing of the cattle and the smell of fresh air and grass in the air, brings him to my 1997 Chevrolet Silverado that we're taking to the hospital.* (Same gn cya)

*he falls asleep immediately*

(next morning) *Putts fresh rag on your head*

*he wakes up slowly*

Good mornin'. Do you want anything to eat before I bring you to the hospital?

???: *murmuring* no..

Okay. Can you stand?

*he gets up rather fast*

Okay. *grabs my coffee and revolver and puts the gun in belt* You ready to go?

???: yeah, I guess...

okay. Do you need anything before we go?

???: hey. *his voice is a little familiar, it feels like a pained voice*

*lowers shotgun a little and turns safety back on* yes?

???: I need- *the man winced out of pain* help. *he noticeably bleeding out of his mouth*

*quickly puts shotgun down and brings him inside, laying him on the couch and getting the first aid kit, while calling 911. Lives in the middle of nowhere tho, so I will take a bit for help 2 arrive* What happened?

???: had a giant concert a few hours ago. The fans started running on the stage and next thing I knew I was getting beat up by tens of people...

*Starts wrapping his open wounds in bandages after putting disinfectant on each of them*

???: thank you so much... *he slightly smiles*

*shushes* get some rest. I'm going to bed. I'll be up every hour or so to check on you. Goodnight. Get some rest.

*he lays down and takes his mask off, revealing dark brown eyes and a bleeding nose, but it's clotted*

I'll take you to the hospital in the morning. Sleep well. *Takes mask and goes to clean it quick before bed*

*he gets in*

*Start the pickup. It's an older Chevy with a rifle in the back and a cowboy hat on the dash. There is a faint fruity smell in the car and a pair of muck boots in the back. pulls out of the driveway.*

*falls asleep*

*covers him up with coat and continues driving*

*honk mimimimimi*

*continues driving*

Repel pea: please don’t disturb crazy Dave while he’s sleeping but what do you want *repel pea seems annoyed at you’re presence during midnight but nonetheless he can try to help*

???: I need- *the man winced out of pain* help. *he noticeably bleeding out of his mouth*

Repel pea: yeah i can get you help but Jesus Christ dude what happened

???: had a giant concert a few hours ago. The fans started running on the stage and next thing I knew I was getting beat up by tens of people...

Bowie: *The son of Apollo gasped as he peered out his window* Oh my gods- *He opened the front door of his temporary home a bit* Hello...?

???: hey. *his voice is a little familiar, it feels like a pained voice*

Bowie: Can... I help you? Do you need help?

???: yes, I very much do need help... *he's trying not to fall over right now*

*he pulls open the door all the way*
Bowie: what happened?

???: had a giant concert a few hours ago. The fans started running on the stage and next thing I knew I was getting beat up by tens of people... (for context this guy is a somewhat popular musician, like 100k monthly listeners on Spotify)

Bowie: Oh my- come inside let me help you.