I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 50

He gets dropped off at his house and I walk in with Claire into my house.

"How's the tour so far," she asks.

"They've found out I'm flexible," I say.

"What did you do," she asks.

"I did a heel stretch, triple fold, middle split, pancake split and my stretches," I say.

"You can still do those? It's been 5 or so years since you've done those," she says.

"I surprised myself by doing yoga and making the guys fall asleep on the corpse pose," I say, sitting on the couch. She sits next to me and I start talking about the guys trying some of them.

---time skip---

"You up for lunch," Claire asks, already at the door.

"Yeah," I say, putting my shoes back on and walking with her to her car. We go to a restaurant and walk in, sitting at a two chair table.

"So, a lot of people have been telling me to tell you this. They want you to get fang grillz," she says, picking up a menu and flipping through it.

"Why? I never smile anyway," I say, picking up the other menu and flipping through it. I pick something and we order our drinks, Ari getting a Sierra Mist and me getting a Sprite. We're not so different after all.

"Maybe when you make another mask you can do that weird snarl to show them," she says. We order what we're eating and I keep saying that I don't need or want grillz.

"At least try just the fangs. Please," she says, giving me puppy eyes.

"Fine," I groan.

"But I'm making them. No dentist is going to make them when I'm perfectly capable of doing it," I say, making her roll her eyes.

"I expected that," she says, both of us eating.

---time skip---

I arrive back home and hear the guys talking in my living room. I take off my shoes and walk into the living room, seeing their significant others on the other side of the room, sitting on the couch and floor while the guys are standing. Claire introduces herself to the others and I go to the guys, standing next to Chris.

"Hey, can I have your mask," I ask him.

"Why," he asks.

"You'll see," I say. 

He gives me his mask and I take it to the garage, the guys following like puppies. I set his mask on the table and take the front off of his nose, showing the mechanism in the nose. I carefully take the syringe out and take the tube out of it, getting the slime out. I fill the syringe to the brim and carefully put it back in the nose. I hook it back up and adjust some wires, putting the front back on and handing the mask back. He takes it and looks at me, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"What? Did you think your mask enjoyed it on stage," I ask.

"It was you who did that? How," he asks.

"Remote control. It's pretty simple too," I say. I hold up the remote and there's one button on it with one dial to control how much comes out. (sounds weird. Well, can't really do anything about that.)

"I had it all the way up, but it can be adjusted," I say. I put the remote back in my pocket and walk back to the others, the girls looking up and seeing my bun.

"Have you been braiding," Chantel asks.

"Almost every day on tour. Thank the lord of the dead we have a few days to celebrate Christmas and New Year's," I say, sitting on the floor on one of the two pillows for braiding.

"Are we going to get ignored from now on," Corey asks, the girls ignoring them.

"I think we should do a zig-zag braid," Chantel says, sitting behind me.

"We lost them to the world of girly stuff. I'm going to the bar," Corey says, getting his shoes back on and walking to the door.

"Anyone else coming with," he asks. All of them but Sid goes and he sits beside me.

"Where's your coveralls? I need to be my spirit animal," he says, Chantel starting on the zig-zag braid. It's braided like a fishtail, but it goes back and forth like a Z; except my braid's going down to the ends.

"You're envying my coveralls and my hair," I say, making him roll his eyes.

"They're in my room. I'll get them after Chantel's done with my hair," I say.

"Can you show us some contortion poses after too," Evangeline asks.

"Sure. I need to stretch anyway," I say. 

Chantel finishes and ties the end off, leaving the rest of the ends untied. I stand and walk to my room, getting the three coveralls and walking back down. I hand the coveralls to Sid and he hugs me after I sit to stretch and do contortion for the girls.

"You girls ready to see some Exorcist shit," I ask, facing them. They nod and I start, their eyes going wide and their mouths dropping open.

-night-

I sit regularly on the floor, smiling at the girls and Sid. Chantel checks the time and stands, signaling the others to stand.

"Come on, we have to get the guys from the bar. I'll drive you home Sid," Chantel says, Sid hopping up and walking with them. I hear the door shut and I jump up, walking to the bathroom. I open the cabinet and find my razor, smiling.

"I missed you," I say, walking into the shower and turning on the water.

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I um... uh... may or may not have gone overboard with this story. But hey, you're still with me! I'm progressively getting less of a life the more of this fuckin' story. 50th chapter and hopefully people are still reading.