a night of getting closer and closer to the antichrisr superstar himself results in the discovery of an unfortunate life he's been hiding all this time
Being a close friend of Manson was good, he was a very serious yet playful and respectful man. He rarely wanted heated debates with you. "Y/n..." Manson called out as he was busy looking at his bassist and guitarist begin packing up. You hung out back when he was out playing live as you were a sound tech helping regulate what went out the loudest. "Yeah?" You looked back at him, he seemed gentle at the moment after a couple hours of screaming into a microphone. "Oh are you ready to go?" "Yeah, just let me grab something from twiggy and I'll be back soon." Marilyn was wearing a red dress with his corset on. He ran over to twiggy and picked up the shorter man by the collar of his dress and shook him until twiggy finally let up and gave Manson his keys. - "Alright I'm back. Sorry. Twiggy took my keys." Marilyn chuckled awkwardly while you began carrying his things out to the car. He helped pack up and once you two were done he put on his sunglasses and sat in the passengers seat. "Y/n... Can i ask you something?" Marilyn turned to where you were sitting in the drivers seat. He was calm, collected. His hands were sitting gently on his thigh as he cocked his head a little to the side. "Of course." You replied as you turned on the car, Letting the engine run a little. "Do you want to go back to my house. I have something important to tell you, dear." He took one of his large hands and clasped it over your petite hand. "Which one, Brian?" You kindly replied, it wasn't obvious but the both of you were in almost a romantic relationship. He looked nervous as he gave the directions to a place you didn't know he owned. "A new house..?" You asked. "Yeah, I just.... uhhhh got a little reckless with spending. But it's a good reason why we're going out so far from LA." "Whatever you say.." - - The car ride to his house was almost average except he was popped a kiss CD into the cars cd port and looked solemn. You pulled over when you were just a few minutes from his house. You turned off the radio. "What's wrong?" you asked him kindly, concerned. You turned to him and held his hand. He looked back at you and sighed. "This is my main house. The one house I stay at when I'm not in other places. But..... it's odd. Many things happened in it." "It can't be terrible.." "It kinda is." "Manson..... don't be like that. You know I won't judge." You looked at him, pleading for him to be honest. "You'll just see when we get there." Manson stayed quiet for a little bit before reaching over to gently kiss your cheek before you started off again. - - - You entered the driveway and didn't think much of it until you got out with him and walked inside. "Sorry about the mess, it recently just got... 'renovated'." Manson said as he opened the door for you. "What the Fuck. Manson-" you coughed heavily, "t-the smoke,, did it catch on fire...???" You tried to breathe normal as you stepped more in the house but you couldn't. You felt your lungs clog up with soot. "Just a little." He turned to you and dropped what he was holding, going over to where you were doubled over. "Are you okay, y/n?!" He shouted and shook you as you couldn't breathe. Nothing worked. And then you died because Marilyn Manson didn't have smoke detectors in his house so you died from smoke inhalation and he felt really bad about it ok lol
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