Go Die (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Go Die: So what now..

(Hottest picture of Tim ever holy shit fuck baby 💕)

Pogo's POV:

I hope Tim hasn't woken, I mean, he didn't before we left.

And boy am I glad

Ginger has vomited for the third time in the past two hours while we decided to clean up.

What we had discovered was absolutely fucked, I mean, we thought Tim was weird but honestly, this is beyond normal.

Brian had come in a few moments after I had knocked Tim clean off his feet, and helped us clean up.

We scrubbed the walls, triggering ginger one again, burned the pictures, the mattress and everything Tim used for bedding, it was honestly fucking vile.

The mattress was rotting, the pillows were just nasty, so we burned them.

Brian's out now to get new bedding and whatnot.

Ginger and I are currently sitting at a bar, skulling straight tequila, well I am.

"The fuck are we supposed to do now Stephen?!" I squinted my eyes as the alcohol burned the back of my throat harshly, and I shook my head at ginger.

"First things first we need to find out what the fuck got in to him and everything else based around the whole-um" I used my hands in a confused motion, trying to figure out the word. "...what's the word?" I asked ginger, causing him to roll his eyes.
"Situation?"

I clicked my fingers at him, taking another drink". "Yes that's it, the whole situation"

Ginger snorted. "Yeah then what"

I shrugged, "put a screwdriver in his penis" I smiled.

Ginger choked and pounded his fist into his chest, making me grin even more and take another gulp of tequila, putting my finger up to the bartender, ordering another one.

"You're actual fucked-!" Ginger choked out.

"Theeeeen we kick him out of the band pronto!" I exclaimed.

Ginger shook his hand, coughing lightly "Can we skip step two?"

I only smirked

"Dear god"

We would be worrying about Tim right now, I honestly would be freaking out if I hadn't chained him the fuck up before we left, outside the bus. To a lamppost.

He could get kidnapped, raped, shot even. But frankly, I couldn't give two shits. I hope all of that plus more happens to the vile fuck.

Ginger breathed out and he finally managed to stop choking.

"So. Why?" I looked at him.

"What? Why what?" Ginger rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think he did it?" He asked again, slowing his words just to make sure I knew what he was saying.

"No clue, you'll have to ask him" I smirked and took another chug of tequila, finally feeling a bit of a buzz.

"God.." Ginger muttered, putting his fingers on his temples in frustration.

"I'm serious Ginger, we'll get it out of him tomorrow okay?" He sighed.

"Yeah alright"

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