Tᴏᴏ Cᴏᴏʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ// Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ Sʏʟᴠᴇsᴛᴇʀ

four

Y/N pov:

The next day Kevin and I meet at Hunter's house to find another person for the band. When I get there, I see a dungeons and dragons game set up. I decide not to play, instead I lay on the couch and take a nap. When I wake up the boys are still playing D and D with a few other boys from around school.

"And the Slippers of Spider Climbing go to Malmsteen of Gorgoroth." Says one of the boys, and Hunter's dad scoffs and laughs.

"What kind of girly name is Malmsteen of Gorgoroth?" Hunter's dad asks.

"I don't know, dad. Why don't you ask one of your real housewives when you're shoving water balloons into their tits?" Hunter answers aggressively.

"Plastic surgeon," Kevin clarifies.

"Well, Malmsteen just can't believe that a half rouge would be dumb and ungrateful enough to try and rip off a half- orc barbarian who just saved him from five ice toads," Hunter says getting back to the game. "But he thinks he'll show mercy. Until he remembers mercy is for the weak. Malmsteen pulls out Hell Slinger, his +3 great sword..."

"Hunter," Kevin tries to but in, knowing where this is going.

"...And he tells Auriac Stormhollow to shut his glory hole, before he starts his first attack." Hunter says ignoring Kevin. Then Hunter rolls the dice. "Plus ten, that's a hit."

"Hunter don't be an idiot," I say this time from the couch.

But Hunter doesn't stop. "He runs the blade between the thief's ribs. Second attack." Hunter rolls the dice again." Uh-oh, there goes the leg. And for the final attack." He rolls the dice for a final time. "Oh, shit. Head over to Dr. Sylvester's for some post-op implants, because I just chopped over your dick."

"Sure- sure. Just remember the implants are what paid for your guitar, you incel action figures, and all your dumbass Satan-worship T-shirts! I'm gonna go play tennis! And did you see my American Express?" Dr. Sylvester says yelling. Hunter just shrugs.

"Where are you going?" Hunter asks one of the guys.

"Leaving. This sucks compared to Call of Duty.  Kevin, see you in class."

"Hunter we we're going to ask him to be in the band with us, He says he's pretty good." Kevin says annoyed.

"It's for the best. We can never trust a guy like that."

~Time Skip~

Kevin and I are in Hunter's car, while Hunter drives around town. Kevin in the passenger seat and I in the back seat. "We need another person, a metal person."

"She can be metal," Kevin argues talking about Emily.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Why? Why is that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?"

"Because a Cello-playing girl is so non-metal that even thinking about it is evaporating my balls,"

"Woah, just because she plays Cello doesn't mean she can't be metal. I used to play the trumpet in middle school and look at me now," I say defending Emily.

"A lot of the time, Hunter, I don't even know what you are talking about. Metal, non-metal. Maybe I'm just not right for Skullfucker. " Kevin states. Hunter scoffs and then see's Skip by his truck.

"Okay switch places with me." Hunter says getting out of the car.

"What?"

"Just do it. Slide over, open the door but don't get out." Hunter then walks over to Skip and gives him the middle finger before saying, "Suck it, cunt." and then flicks Skip in the chops. Hunter runs back to the car and is yelling go.

"Why did you do that?" Kevin says nervously.

"Truth to power bitch, drive." Kevin then starts going. "Drive. If he gets close enough, you guys are just as fucked as I am. You slow down, you die. That's metal."

"That is a dumb Keanu Reeves movie!" Kevin says increasing his speed a little, while skip is still behind us.

"Watch out. He'll see you in the mirrors if he gets close enough."

"You're an asshole" Kevin says. Skip then tries to cut us off but there is oncoming traffic.

"Okay we can shake him. Turn left on Aspen. Don't slow down keep going straight."

"To where?" Kevin freaks out.

"There," Hunter says pointing to a skinny alleyway.

"We will not fit in there,"

"I know this car! Fucking do it!" Hunter says confidently. We all start screaming as the alleyway gets closer and closer. We fit in the alleyway without any room to spare. Skip stops knowing he won't fit, but he tries anyway and his truck crashes into the building.

"That was awesome," Kevin says.