Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Hazing🔥

Third Person POV

   It was Chris' first day in the band after proving himself crazy enough to join. However, he needed to complete a hazing before he could call himself an actual member of Slipknot.

The hazing was pretty much just something to test his sanity and his resilience. He was tied to a chair in the storage closet of a bar, unable to move or get out.

The intention was to leave Chris there for a few hours, without food or water.

Once he was secured into the chair, the band members each left to go have a drink and relax and party in the actual bar part of the building they were in, one by one exiting through the door.

Sid was at the end of the line, and was the only one who stayed behind for a bit.

His expression was unreadable as he silently stared at the other man with his head cocked to the side, his green eyes sharply looking up and down, almost as if in a judging or admiring way. It was hard to tell.

"Can you at least untie me for a bit?" Chris asked, trying to use a gentle tone so he didn't end up making Sid angry. He also noticed the way he was looking at him, which did make him a bit worried for his own safety.

The DJ's gaze glided over Chris' appearance for a second time, before he eventually gave a response, though mot quite the one that was desired.

"Can't.

   His reply was one-worded and simple— straight to the point.

If Sid were to untie him, it'd ruin the entire hazing that had been planned, meaning the rest of the band wouldn't get any entertainment.

Chris cursed under his breath and tried to get out of the ropes but it was pointless. All he could do was sit there and watch the other male closely.

"Well, can you at least give me a little hint as to when I'll be untied?"

"When they think you're ready," Sid vaguely replied.

And as soon as he had spoken, he had turned to leave, leaving no room or time for any other question to be asked.

Not only would some of his bandmates question where he had run off to, but also he didn't want to miss out on the party outside.

Chris groaned as Sid left, leaving him alone with no form of entertainment or distractions. He tried getting free once again but was met with the same frustrating results.

Eventually after several hours of sitting there doing nothing, he let out a long, loud sigh, "How much longer are these guys gonna leave me in here?" He muttered to himself, "I'm starving and thirsty now.."

———

About two and a half hours had passed, and the muffled sound of upbeat music  was still playing outside, the other guys seemingly still partying.

However, the slight creak of the door being open broke the otherwise silent storage room, along with a pair of light footsteps walking towards Chris.

It was Sid, who seemed to be holding something behind his back.

Chris had his head laid down on the back of the chair, letting out yet another sigh before hearing the footsteps. He raised his head and looked over at the other, watching him as he approached.

"Is it time for me to get out of this place yet? My ass is killing me and I'm thirsty as hell.."

Sid only shook his head 'no', before coming to a stop in front of the tied-up man, standing quite close to him and looking downcast at him.