Ghost {Hollywood Undead x Reader} ON HOLD

; Chapter One - The Ghost Inside A Dream ;

Look for the guys in the masks... that thought repeated in your mind every three seconds as you searched around the backstage of Nebula Anthem Festival, which happened to be hosted in your hometown this year. You wanted to blame your best friend, Delson, for all of this. But, truly, it was your fault for complaining that you needed a job around him. Which, was going to happen at one point since you two did live together, after all.

Delson managed to land you a job as the personal assistant of some band he had met in Las Vegas during an awards show him and his co-band member were hosting. From what you could understand, today wasn't officially your first day. The band wanted to give you a trial day to see if you could handle them and to see if you clicked well with the group before they did anything rash, like bringing you back to Los Angeles. On your side of things, you were fairly happy that you had time to adjust. Plus, there was time to turn the deal down if your bosses turned out to be complete assholes.

You let a small sigh escaped your lips while tilting up to look at the bright blue sky above you to relieve the stress that had begun building in your chest after twelve minutes of searching and no masked men to be seen. At this point, you felt like the only way you were going to actually make progress was to ask one of the security guards or other bands where potential bosses were. If only you could remember their name.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your notes until you had reached where you had placed the bands information. Since you had knew nothing about this band prior to Delson telling you about the job, you had him write down important things about the band on your notepad. You took a deep breath and gazed down at the screen, hoping your friend left you with useful information.

-Their band is Hollywood Undead
-They wear masks
-They use stage names

That's it? That's all Delson deemed as important? You looked at your phone, dumfounded. That's all you had to go off on? You had hoped he had jotted down their names, or at least some tips on approaching them.

"Alright, whatever." You mumbled to yourself, putting the phone away. "Let's go ask anyone if they know where Ho-" Before you could finish your sentence, a sound from the stage caught your attention.

"Thank you guys so much! You were a fucking awesome crowd!" A different voice broadcasted throughout the area, which could have been recognized as the producer of the festival.

"Everyone put your hands together for Hollywood Undead, one more time!" Despite feeling your ears ring from the screams and claps that were coming from the other side of the stage, you fixated your attention onto the six men who had just stepped off of stage, drenched in sweat from their performance on this hot summer day. So, this was them, huh? But, you failed to see a mask anywhere in sight.

You decided to shrug off the only clue Delson had actually gave you and decided to approach the band, monologging in your brain what you would say to them. They all seemed to be crowded around a cooler at the moment, plucking up water bottles from the freezing ice water they were soaking in.

"E-excuse me?" Despite the powerful entrance your brain conjured up, your mouth manufactured meek words. You bit your lip, hoping that happened to grab one of their attentions. But, the group chatted away. This didn't surprise you, after all, you always did have a knack for blending in the background and becoming white noise to the ears of others. You opened up your mouth once again to speak, but it seems one of them had already sensed your presence looming behind them and turned around, forcing you to come face to face with calming brown eyes.

"Oh, hey. Did you need something?" His voice was surprisingly deep compared to his appearance, and you had to admit it took you off guard. The others seemed to noticed their hype man talking to someone and became interested in you as well.

"Uh, yes. I'm y/n l/n. Delson's friend?" You hoped that would be enough to convince them you weren't some awkward fan or something.

"Oh! The girl Del recommended to be our personal assistant, right?" The one with a heap of curly black hair questioned. You gave a curt nod, feeling a your muscles relax at the site of the six casting you friendly smiles.

"Nice to meet you, I'm George." The one with a three tattooed on his neck held out a hand for you to shake, which you happily did. He then gestured to the others while introducing you to them. You couldn't help but notice that tattoos were a common feature in this band as you took this time to observe them, embedding some of their features to match their names for future reference.

George has a muscular look to him, sporting a black navy blue tank top that framed his figure well. He currently had on dark tinted glasses, which made it impossible to see his eye color, and wore a backwards hat as well. You noticed that when he was pointing to the other members, he had tattoos of butterflies on his hand, which sparked some curiosity inside of you.

The first member he introduced other than himself was Danny. Danny had light brown hair at sweeper across his forehead and the oddest brown eyes that also appeared olive green depending how the light shined on them. His black v-neck shirt was overlapped by a frayed jean jacket, the blue denim texture making a tattoo of Dorothy he had from the Wizard of Oz. also pop due to the similar blue.

The one you had spoken to first with the low voice and the soothing brown eyes was named Dylan. A light gray hat that rested on his head. He seemed to be the only one in the group with facial hair at the time, with a slight mustache and some kind of a small beard on the tip of his chin. His outfit seemed to be simple light blue jeans and a gray shirt, the sweat coating the shirt allowing you to see seemly fit body.

The next person to be introduced was Jorel. He had black gauges rimming his earlobes and light brown hair peeking out under a black cap on his head. From what you could estimate, he had probably the most tattoos in the band since both of his  arms were proudly decorated in ink, which were currently exposed thanks to the black tank top that was on his form. You couldn't help but noticed when he smiled earlier, it seemed to fill the area with a light-hearted aura.

When George got the curly haired guy, he gave a short wave. George told you his name was Matty, which you could only presumed to be a nickname. For Matthew, maybe? You did your best not to shake your head to rid the previous mental statement and went on to observing his features. His arms, not surprisingly, were covered in tattoos of brightly colored ink. He seemed to be one of the taller members, which you felt slightly intimidating by now, eyes flickering over the group once more and noticing their height compared to yours before looking back at Matty. You couldn't help but notice the red and sign on his black shirt, feeling something click inside of your brain. You remembered that logo belong to Mice & Men. Maybe he was a fan?

The final person was Jordon, who just happened to have the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. His eyes really seemed to go along with his plaid shirt and the detail in his gray hat, which both were also blue. Jordon had what you could describe as a cheeky face, something that looked somewhat innocent. But, you knew if they were friends of Delson, they were anything but innocent.

"So, you're interested in being our assistant?" Jordon questioned, a small smirk on his face as he did so.

"Yes, yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." As much as you wanted to act causal like them, you had to remind yourself that these are your potential employers. 

"Well, let's get this trial day started!" Dylan beamed.

"How about your first task is getting more water? This cooler is empty." Jorel assigned you your first job, his voice sounded slightly unpleased with the lack of liquids. You nodded, feeling sense of important course through you now that you had an objective to complete.

"Yes, sir." All the boys looked at each other before looking at you, some of them snickering slightly at your words. You look at them with a perplexed face, cocking your head to the side to enhance that you were confused.

"Drop the sir, y/n. We're not professional." Danny laughed before swinging his arm out to gesture to Dylan, who was currently trying to balance an empty water bottle on his nose. "I mean, just look at Dylan." Dylan suddenly stopped, allowing the bottle to fall to the ground, looking at Danny with a semi-serious face. You decided this would be the best time to go search for staff to request more water and left the group. While you were walking, you could hear Dylan's reply to Danny.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!" Well, this would be an interesting day...