Rockstars and Ribbons ~❤(❁'◡'❁)

♥ My joker ♥ - Merlyn Manson x you

It was a morbid and dreary day outside, you put on your makeup, your favorite black hoodie and decided to visit your favorite place, the graveyard. The graveyard was peaceful and had a vibe like no other, it was dark yet felt so bright, like it was blessed with the respects given to the inhabitants, you enter the gate and take off your hoodie, using it as a blanket. You sat on it, wiggling until you got comfortable. 

All of a sudden you smell this horrible smell... like Ew! Where was that absolute coochie stank, queef in a tuna can ass smell coming from?! Are zombies real?! were you about to see a zombie?! or was it just your period?

"Hey Sexy! Uh meow! Clean up on isle my pants haha!!" The skinny twink ass white boy was flaunting his crusted black pants, his G-string peeking out from the child sized pants he was wearing. 

"Um. Who are you?" You ask, a small blush forming on your cheeks. He bites his bottom lip and scratches at one of his fake water activated horror tattoos you get from coin machines. "Better question is ehehe are you 18 OR OVER my little kitten?" 

You look terrified. Not because he's literally just a bleached tweaker, but because you may be too old for him, you know how these famous types are "I- I'm actually... 21.. conveniently aged enough to drink this sponsored chain of Buzz balls I turned into anal beads..." You say, your cheeks turning red. "Want one... Daddy?"

Manson did a little twirl "YES YES YES YESSSS I FINALLY RECORDED SOMEONE SAYING THEY ARE OF AGE MWAHAHAH!" He adds to the crust his pants are drowning in by nutting once more in them. You look confused "W- what does that mean? Mister whatever your name is?"

"The name is Merlyn Manson, Sweetheart. The beautiful people! The beautiful people! I am the real Merlyn FUCKING Manson... And now that you've said you're 18 or older... I can finally TRANCEND THIS MORTAL FLESH!"

You smile "Oh congrats! What are your pronouns now?" You smile. You. Smile. So good.

He looks blankly "Uh... Not that kind of trans sweetie." The silence is awkward as you stare face to face with this dude, whoops. "Oh sorry. um. So uh what do you mean then..." You take a sip of your butthole buzzball. "It means I'm a god now, you dumb idiot. You fucking moron, you idiot trog, and I need someone Royal like you~ every king of Halloween needs a royal spouse after all! You're a bit old for my taste but that's okay!" 

You blush again for the 400th time "W-wow Merlyn Manson... I would be honored but... I don't want a relationship at the moment... I'm working on me right now but.. I'm down to fuck!!"

He shrugs "Well, if you want this you have to rip my tampon out with you mouth baby." you drool... this guy really knows how to get you going "Okay daddy! twerk for me! yass! work it! yass! dance dance make that booty jiggle oh yeah yeah! you like this you little fruit fly? you like dis?! yeah you do" 

He looks concerned "Why are you fucking that tombstone." you look at him again..."Oh it was white like you, I mistook it for you sorry its dark out here".

He sighs and grows angel wings "You're done." He flies away spitting on your head and tossing his panties at you as he flies away. The panties have his phone number in it though. perfect. You'll get yourself a piece of that poultry someday... 

Goodbye my Joker! You wave him goodbye one last time as he flies into the fucking sun and gets disintegrated.