133's Antics

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by LaxTheAwesome

by LaxTheAwesome

Corey POV

Craig smacks me in the head with his god damn needles again. "Come on man! This is the 3rd time today!" He stares at me blankly. No thoughts, head empty.

All of these head injuries have culminated into an unimaginably painful headache. It's getting worse my the second. "Can someone give me a fucking Advil!!!???" Shawn peers his head around the corner.

"Okay buddy, settle down. I'll grab something from the cabinet." Shawn makes his way to the kitchen, only to be smacked by Craig again. "Dammit Craig!"

Shawn opens the cabinet. "Shit..." I can hear him mutter. "I'm sorry buddy, we're out."

I want to drop to my knees; it's like I can feel Craig's needles working their way into my skull. "OoOOO0Oo0oO0OOØọÕo0o00Oøöő⁰Oo⁰0Oo○●OOÔŒỌÓoooóö0○●¤00⁰O RAHH!!! IF THE PAIN GOES ON I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!!!!" Suddenly, Mick appears behind me.

"Jim can go to the pharmacy." Mick twists me around to look him in his soulless, devoid of life, devil within, eyes. "Mick, we're in Iowa. I'd find god faster than I'd find a pharmacy." "Then," I can see Paul turn off the television as he looks at me and Mick. "We might have to use the forbidden technique..."

"JOEY!!!" Paul screams as he gets up from his chair and points at Shawn. "#6! Get the keg!" Shawn nods and scampers off to his room. "Forbidden technique!? What the fuck is happening???" I look around to see the chaos that has commenced. Joey has arrived and he and Paul have begun ordering everyone around.

Joey tries to reassure me, "Don't worry Corey! The forbidden technique, well, it's the only thing that can stop the aches." "This seems a bit... excessive?" I struggle to find the right words as Chris lifts me up and brings me outside. I can only imagine what's going to happen next.

Joey POV

I go outside to grab a stick and I pause to watch as the sun begins to set. Corey has no idea what he's in for. I turn to see Corey's terrified face as he watches me carve a nanogram into the earth.

I can still hear Paul's screaming in the distance. The look of concern on Corey's face is only growing. "Hey dude, there's no need to be scared. The forbidden technique is something we've been doing for years. It will surely stop the aches. Anders did it too, you're fine."

"Isn't Anders dead!?" Chris drops Corey on the ground which only amplifies his look of horror.

"No no no- uh" I struggle to find the right words. I'm worried about how I'll tell him the way the ritual is done. "He's not dead! I think."

Paul's voice interjects with a shrill "Chris!!! Go wake up Sid!"

"Are we really getting the whole band for this!? What kind of ritualistic shit is going on!?" Corey stands up to try to leave but Mick grabs him by the collar.

"Nuh uh uh Corey. You're sticking with us." Mick says in a deep voice.

"I feel like this could've been avoided if Jim had remembered to go to Rite Aid last Tuesday." Corey sulks as Mick puts him back down. Corey has no clue what he's in for.

Authors Notes

Josh Brainard would be in the band instead of Jim right now, but I decided to use Jim anyways because I know more about his actual character.

I don't want to disrespect the legacies left behind by Paul or Joey either. May they both rest in peace.

Also, THIS IS PURELY FICTION I JUST THOUGHT I'D USE SILLY CARICATURES OF THEM.