Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

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Heads up: a bit of voyeurism

Third Person POV

The band was staying in a crappy hotel for this area on their tour. The lights were dim and often flickered off and on, and there wasn't any hot water in the shower. Not to mentioned the amount of bugs they found in the corners of their rooms. They hadn't been able to find any other place to stay in that was near the venue they had performed at, so they were stuck in this shitty hotel for a few nights.

Sid was on the bed, sitting cross legged with his laptop in front of him, watching some random YouTube videos. He was bored out of his mind, and was just waiting for Shawn to come back, as he had been promised some food from the bar a few of their bandmates had gone out to for the night.

Eventually, he had gotten bored of watching videos. He exited out of YouTube, before audibly sighing, looking up from the screen and at the many paintings that hung from the otherwise blank walls of the room. Although they weren't particularly creepy per se, they kind of unnerved him.

Eventually, his curiosity and suspicion got the better of him.

He got off the bed, making sure as to not step on the mystery stains on the carpet floor as he approached a painting that was on the opposite side of the bed.

It was a painting of a little farm. There was a small red barn house and a few cows and chickens roaming the grassy fields, as well as some golden-yellow wheat and other various crops growing in the background. Weirdly enough, these odd paintings were the only things that were somewhat clean, a contrast to the rest of the hotel.

Something about it didn't sit right with the DJ. Was it the painting itself? Or the frame around it? Or maybe it was the placement of it, hanging in perfect view of the bed? He had no clue. But there was just something strange about them.

He slowly reached his hands out, his fingers holding onto the cold frame around it, carefully beginning to take it off the wall, only to stop as he saw a small slip of paper fall from under it.

He let go of the painting, keeping it on the wall for now, before promptly crouching down to pick up the crumpled paper.

Written in a messy, black pen was what looked like a link to something, though he didn't recognise the website.

He didn't know who left it there or how it even got there, or what it was for, but he felt extremely tempted to find out.

So, despite a small part of him feeling uncertain about this, he walked back to the bed, crawling onto the middle of it, before pulling his laptop onto his lap and entering in the link into the search bar. He paused for a second, thinking over whether or not this was a good idea.

In the end, he thought 'fuck it, I'm bored,' and entered the unknown website.

It was an otherwise blank and underwhelming website, just a blank screen. However, Sid soon scrolled down, revealing a few options;

| GUEST LIST | LOBBY MUSIC | CAMERA AND AUDIO REC. |

It seemed to be a website for the hotel staff...

After a little bit of thinking over his options, he clicked the last option, curious if he could see his bandmates that were just downstairs in the lobby. He figured it'd be kind of funny to see what antics they were up to.

As he clicked on the it, it brought him to something he hadn't quite expected. It gave him a list of places to choose from, public places like the bar, hallways, and outside... but what caught his eye was the options for the hotel rooms. His smile faltered as he scrolled down, soon finding his room, clicking on that option.