Inspiration brought to you by: I got it from the picture. This is long, I'm sorry. Horror AU?
Music brought to you by: I don't know in all honesty.
Pairing: Matt x Jordan; Mordan? Da Scene? (Dylan: Da scene be rave poppin'! Me: Lol)
Question: How do you react to jump scares or tense situations in horror/thriller movies? It gets my adrenaline going and I love it.
The Shooting Of The Dead Bite Music Video
Jordan walked to edge of the fake bar where he had left his bandanna. He went to grab it but it slid off the edge which slightly startled him. He wouldn't admit this to anyone but, the set scared him right now. the only light was the red light bulbs that light up the edged of the room and no one was around. He could hear everything settling, squeaking from the wind moving it and every clank for the pipes. He wanted to just get his bandanna and get the hell out and it aggravated him when just as he was about to grab it, the cloth decided to let gravity pull it in, or should I say down. He let out a frustrated sigh and bent down to pick it up, not noticing the tiny lump. He let out a tiny yell and dropped the bandanna once again. He took a moment and realized the tiny object wasn't alive, or even belonged to anything living for the matter. It was a doll, a tiny rag doll. Something seemed very familiar about it but it was too dark in this room to make out any details. With a the only bit of braveness he had left, he grabbed his 'mask,' the object and bolted out of there. Once outside, he felt like he could finally breathe. He folded his bandanna and shoved it into his back pocket. He lifted up his balled up hand and relaxed his fingers, revealing the tiny object. He was more than taken back when he finally took in the details of it. A small fluff of black curls was sewn into the head. It's naked body was covered by a tiny, soft black trench coat which even had a little hood and tiny strings, even a tiny zipper. The detail was amazing on it, especially the white dove and grenade on the back of it. What really caught his attention was the tiny, clay mask covering it's cloth face. There wasn't a chip on the edges or in the paint. The white didn't slightly mix into the red and vice versa. The eyes and mouth has metal mesh just like who it was modeled after. It even had tiny straps sewn into the sides of its face.
Jordan got immediate chills after taking in everything. It was slightly creepy how detailed it was. Jordan found the mimicked doll of none other than his crush slightly disturbing and he wasn't sure why. If a fan made this for him or anyone of the guys and gave it to them in person then it would be cool, not spine chilling. Jordan thought that it was creepy most likely because where it was found. Maybe one of the background/supporting cast of the shoot made it for him and wanted it to give it to him but couldn't and accidentally dropped it. Possibly, Matt himself dropped it by accident. Jordan didn't understand why it made it him feel this way but he felt like it was left there for a reason and it wasn't a good one. He made his way back to the bus and while he walked, he pressed his fingers in the stomach then on the the sides of it's head. He didn't feel anything out of place, just fluff. The rag doll's cloth when back to it's original position. Jordan didn't know what he was hoping to find or not, but slight relief washed over him when he felt nothing but the stuffing. He began feeling like he shouldn't show Matt his clone, like something bad would happen. When the bus door opened, he made the quick decision to shove it in his hoodie, accidentally scratching the side of his thumb with one of his nails. He winced a little and looked over at the door.
"Jordan, there you are! We're about to leave dude." Danny said with relief. Jordan smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
"Sorry, but I found my bandanna." He informed. Danny nodded then grabbed his hood. He pulled him up the stairs and into the bus, Jordan closed the door as he went up.
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Hollywood Undead Boy x Boy (Discontinued)
FanfictionI started this when I was like 16. I don't write for it anymore, still religiously listen to them though, but I'm not going to take it down. I hope I can keep it published for as long as I can because it's the only book I've ever been proud of writi...