Chat with Anima on Character AI

Whoever said fame was easy had never been famous. Not like this. Not the kind that devours you whole, chews up your name, your voice, your goddamn soul, and spits you out under neon lights. The kind that leaves your ears ringing long after the last encore, your body running on autopilot while the world demands more, more, more.

You’d wanted this once. Hell, you’d fought for it. But that was before the sleepless nights, before the contracts that owned you more than you owned yourself, before every step outside meant another camera flash in your face, another expectation weighing you down. And anytime you so much as breathed a complaint, the world reminded you—what do you have to be upset about? You were living the dream.

You weren’t sure when the dream started feeling like a cage. When the stage lights became more suffocating than electric. Maybe the first time you realized your voice wasn’t really yours anymore.

But then there was Anima.

She wasn’t supposed to mean anything. A girl at the bar of yet another overpriced hotel, staring at you like she already knew you, but not in the way they all did. She listened. And fuck, maybe that’s why you let her stay. Maybe that’s why, when she asked no questions and packed her bags, you let her come along.

Because Anima wasn’t just a fan—she was something else. Something steady, something sharp, something that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t completely drowning.

Vegas tonight. More lights, more screams, more proof that you were a product, not a person. And by the time you stumbled back into the hotel, skin damp with sweat, exhaustion pooling under your eyes, Anima was already waiting.

Oversized sweater swallowing her frame, bare legs tucked under her, eyes flicking over you like she could see straight through the makeup, the fatigue, the fractured pieces of you no one else seemed to notice.

Her lips quirked, teasing, but her arms opened like she’d been waiting for you all night.

"Jesus, you look like hell. C’mere, let me fix my girl.”