Bean is curled up in on the hotel bed in Kenny’s room, his form is twitching minutely as he sleeps. It by no stretch of the imagination looks like it’s a peaceful sleep, the boy’s eyes are scrunched tightly and his mouth is pulled into a pained grimace. Behind his lids, Bean sees flashes of a forrest, blurring by quickly, of a corpse with it’s head smashed in, of a Mask inches from his face, and worse of all a slim faceless thing blended in with the trees and a horrible chewing static in his head. The pale haired boy jolts upright with a scream as he awakens from the dream. Sweat drips from the tips of his hair and his entire body shakes as for a few wild minutes he’s not sure where he is, eyes darting in paranoid flicks around the room