Dee Jay's insomnia [PART 1 OUT]

Dee Jay's Insomnia [PART 1 FULL]

    The van was awfully quiet.
    Too quiet. Especially at this time of night.

    Puff Puff had woken up and got up to get water in the middle of the night, but he heard nothing but himself. No typing, no page flipping, nothing. Puff was IMMEDIATELY skeptical of the lack of noise. Usually, DeeJay would be up, reading or writing something. Puff thought nothing of it though, thinking he was already asleep.
    He reached his bunk. Setting the water down on a nightstand, he slid back the curtains of DeeJay's bunk to see if he was asleep. But, when he uncovered them-

Nobody was there.

Puff started to worry a bit. What had happened to DeeJay? He was never out late! Was Puff the cause of his disappearance? "D- DeeJay?", Puff whispered, "C- C'mon dude, th- this isn't funny! You can- can come out now!"
   

No answer.

    "D- D- DeeJay?"

    There was silence. But only for a moment.

    "ACK!-" Puff yelped and fell off of his bunk. "Puff? What has you done?", a tired Axel groaned. He did not seem happy that Puff interrupted his sweet dream. "I was about to touch some titties!!". "Wh- what?" Benatar had just gotten up.

"No more sleep."
"No more sleep."
"No more sleep."

"Guys, can you hear that?" Axel questioned. "What are you talking about?" Benatar said to Axel, visibly confused as to what he was talking of.

"NO MORE SLEEP."

"AH, AH!", Axel shrieked, jumping into Benatar's bunk and hiding under the covers. "Hey, wh- what are you doing mate?" Benatar asked Axel, a bit surprised at the action. "I- I has heard DeeJay!". "You what?" Benatar asked. "D- DeeJay! I- I heard him!"

The van door flung open. In walked DeeJay, but something was off. "Uh, D- DeeJay?? Are you okay..?" Puff questioned. Dee Jay did not answer, he only looked at the floor, hanging his head.

"ACK-"

DeeJay had grabbed Puff's throat, in an attempt to choke him out. The other two looked in shock, wondering what in the hell they should do, very confused, and concerned.
"PUFF!" Benatar yelled. Axel ran to the kitchen and grabbed his pan. Puff looked at Benatar, hoping he would do something, anything. DeeJay had a forceful grip on him, not letting go in the slightest.

    There was a sudden loud metal clash.

    DeeJay was on the floor in a flash. Axel had hit him with a pan. Puff gasped for air, looking down at DeeJay, shocked, worried and confused. "*Pant* Hah... Thank you.. *pant* Axel." "I can't let the lead singer die! How would YFM be exist without you?"

    That had only upset DeeJay more. He glared at them, blood rushing a bit from his head due to how hard the pan hit.

    He slung his arm out, trying to hit one of his band members in a blind rage. He definitely had something wrong, let it be lack of sleep or something else entirely.
    
    Axel blocked with his pan. "Guys! We has to get out of here!". Puff simply glared at the other, giving a bit of an angry, yet panicked stare. "You think?! Of course. I'm not exactly willing to die today, am I?"

"Well no I-" Axel got stopped suddenly by DeeJay almost grabbing the pan off him, basically silencing whatever thing he was about to say.

Dee Jay had grabbed Axel and forcefully threw him to the side, causing Axel to shriek in pain. He glanced at Benatar, beads of sweat rolling down the Brit's head. He felt utterly panicked, having absolutely no idea what to do, other than look at his other bandmate for some sort of help and guidance.
Puff pulled Benatar into the bathroom and locked the door. DeeJay was slamming his arms onto the door, trying to knock it down. "WHAT DO WE DO!?" Benatar said, getting more panicked as time went by. "I may have an idea." Puff said, trying to stay calm. He wasn't sure it would work, but it was worth a try. "We could try tying him up, but it could be too risky, seeing we need to get near him."