Love within the shadows

Freak-Off

Tonight, the stripped club was buzzing with jorking again. The familiar neon lights bathed the stage in a seductive glow, and the thrum of music pulsed through the air. Zacky, Synyster Gates, Matt, and Johnny sat in their regular booth after stripping all over the place.

But tonight was about to take an unexpected turn.

From the shadows of the club, a figure approached their booth. At first, none of the guys paid much attention—just another night, just another passerby. But as the figure came closer, something about them demanded attention. It wasn't just the way they moved with confidence, or the electric-blue streaks in their jet-black hair. It was the presence they carried, an unapologetic aura of rebellion and intrigue.

"Holy mackerel, it's the hit band, avenged sevenfold!" the voice rang out.

The guys looked up, and there stood Lily. Dressed in tight leather pants, a ripped mesh shirt, and a choker that gleamed under the club lights, they radiated a kind of chaotic energy that couldn't be ignored. Their makeup was dramatic—thick wonky eyeliner, lips painted a bold shade of black, and piercings that glinted as they leaned closer to the table.

Matt raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

Lily smirked, sliding into the booth beside Zacky, without waiting for an invitation. "Name's Lily," they said with a lazy grin. "But you can call me the 'gay freak,' if you prefer. That's what most people seem to go with." There was no malice in the words, only a challenge, like they were daring someone to take a swing at their confidence.

Syn chuckled, intrigued. "You don't hold back, do you?"

Lily shrugged. "Why should I? Life's too short to play it safe."

Johnny, eyeing Lily with a mix of curiosity and caution, leaned forward. "So, what brings you to our table, Lily? You a fan?"

Lily's eyes flicked to Johnny, the corners of their mouth curving into a smirk. "Perchance."

"YOU CAN'T JUST SAY PERCHANCE!!" Zacky shouted.

The group shared a laugh, the tension easing as they warmed up to their unexpected visitor. Lily had a way of commanding attention, effortlessly fitting into the conversation as if they had been part of the crew all along.

"So," Syn began, leaning back in his seat, "you said you were a 'gay freak.' I'm more of a gay freak than you are!"

Lily's eyes glittered in the low light. "Kill yourself" They looked around the table, their gaze settling on Johnny for a moment, as if sensing something beneath the surface.

"Freak off. Right now." Lily continued, a wicked smile playing on her lips, "Good luck out-freaking me, Syn"

The silence lingered for a moment before Zacky broke it with a grin. "You know, you might be the weirdest person we've met in this club."

Synyster gates and Lily stand up. They prepare themselves for the freak-off to see who is worthy of the 'gay freak' title. 

Lily stares Syn straight in the eyes. She slut drops, still maintaining eye contact with Syn. 

Synyster gates turns around and twerks seductivley, trying to out-freak lily's slut drop. 

"I will out-freak you!" Syn yelled

"Yeah well, I listen to Stomach book" said Lily.

"Oh shit, you really are more of a gay freak than me..." Syn replied "You are worthy of the gay freak title"

Lily had won the freak-off simply because she listens to stomach book. She was worthy of the gay freak title. 

Lily had become such a gay freak, she dropped to the floor and passed away. God himself found Lily to be too gay and freaky to live, that he had to make her die on the spot. Synyster Gates now took the title of 'gay freak' as Lily could freak no more.