Tᴏᴏ Cᴏᴏʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ// Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ Sʏʟᴠᴇsᴛᴇʀ

eleven

Y/N's pov: 

"Oh, fuck," we almost got away with it.  

"What? Is it not nice to see your father at his place of work?" he sarcastically questions and then turns his attention onto Hunter. "This thing," he starts out mentioning the pick, "Is fucking useless. You'll never get clean articulation at high speeds with a pick this thin," he ends but flicks the pick at Kevin. Kevin looks around to see if anyone else saw what had happened. "Well, I better get back to work, but see you at home, Y/n," and with that last sentence, he walks away. Next, we all scramble to get into my car, especially with Kevin's drum kit in the trunk. Hunter gets in the passenger seat while Kevin and Ray sit in the back. As we screech out of the wellness center, Hunter, Kevin, and I start talking. 

"You guys deserve a better boyfriend and bestfriend," Hunter apologizes. 

"Yeah probably, but you are the one we have," Kevin replies for us. 

"I'm sorry," 

"Don't say that to us," Kevin argues just as we pull up to Emily's house. Hunter and I step out of the car and wait as Kevin goes inside to fetch Emily. 

"I hope you know that I really am sorry," he explains. 

"I know, but not everyone will think the same," I dryly say. 

"Does this mean that we're still together?" he asks. 

"I don't remember breaking up." I answer. Finally, the front door opens and out comes Kevin and Emily. Hunter walks over to the pair nervously. 

"You nearly cracked my fucking skull, dude," He rudely starts. While I give him a nudge, giving him the signal to be nice. "And you put a really large dent in my guitar. Your behavior has been violent and unpredictable. You are metal beyond reproach. So will you please, please, please, please, accept my apology and come crack some fucking skulls with us at the battle of the bands?" He asks. Emily takes a moment to answer before stuttering out. 

"I-I ca-an't. I am not ready," she runs back into her house. We all look at each other for a couple seconds before retreating to the car. 

~TIME SKIP~ 

It is finally time for battle of the bands. I feel as if I am going to throw up. While Hunter and Kevin bring in the drum kit and amps. I quickly walk to the bathroom. I check under the stall doors checking for people. No one. I look at my reflection in the mirror before mustering the courage to go backstage. When I get there MollyCodle is on stage preforming a cover and Kevin and Hunter are hyping each other up. When someone comes through the doors. It is Emily! She is now dressed in all black with dark purple undertones. She approaches us, takes out her electric cello and speaks.

"Now, I am ready," she smirks. 

"Let's do this shit," Hunter says as we all put our hands in the middle. "On three," 

"One, two, three... SKULLFUCKER" we all yell as we put our hands up. Suddenly, Dean Swanson comes up behind us.

"Nope. That is not appropriate. It has to go," She states firmly.

"It can't go it's painted on the heads," Kevin argues. 

"Well, I can't let you go on stage with that," she ends. Emily hurriedly runs past Dean Swanson accidentally pushing her shoulder.   A couple minutes later, Emily runs in with art supplies and starts painting. We ended up with the name Skullflower. Dean Swanson announces our new band name into the mic as we all strut on the stage. The audience applauds for a few seconds before going to complete silence. 

"This is a little song about... the machinery of torment," Hunter yells into the mic. The crowd stays silent. Hunter starts the intro to the song, everyone else follows. The crowd is now weirded out as the song continues on, but the band does not seem to care. Just as the song speeds up some people are now bobbing their heads and dancing. Hunter sees Skip in the crowd and flips him off. The look on Skip's face turns angry and he begins to approach the stage, shoving everyone in this path. The crowd has now formed a full on mosh-pit and is wilding out. Hunter starts the solo of the song. Puts one of his legs up on the amp next to me and continues, until someone gets pushed into the amp. Hunter flies back hitting the equipment behind him that comes crashing down on his leg and my arm. Everything turns blurry, and the last thing I remember seeing was Robby holding up devil horns.