Slipknot Imagines

Shawn

You and Shawn sat by a fire on a nice calm evening.

The fire was crackling, snapping, and popping. Chris was roasting marshmallows along with Jim, Sid and Craig.

While on the other hand, Corey was roasting wieners. He kept dropping them on purpose into the fire.

"Corey! That's the third hotdog you dropped!" Joey whined.

"Whatever. They're gonna turn black anyways. And you'll have hotdog charcoal!" Corey said smirking.

"Fuck!" Jim said as he dropped the marshmallow on the ground and your dog (D/n) (If you don't have a dog then just give it a random name) came along and ate it.

"Nooooo!" Mick screeched.

The fire snapped. The fire crackled. The fire popped.

"You wanna know what this reminds me of?" Shawn asked you, turning his head towards you.

"A huge dildo?"

"A tent?"

"A whip?"

"Me?"

"A rabbit?"

"Nope. What the fuck. A huge dildo?" Shawn said.

"Well yeah. You have one don't you?" Paul asked. All the band members including you stared at him with serious looks. It went awkwardly quiet.

"Well?" Craig asked.

Silence.

Shawn raised his head.

"It reminds me of my friends Snap, Crackle and Pop. They now have a cereal." Shawn said.