Phoenix's P.O.V.
I'm downstairs eating leftover pizza at the bar, looking through Twitter. It's midnight, pitch black, and pouring down rain outside. I'm not very paranoid anymore. I mostly forgot about Hollywood Undead being back.
Johnny's P.O.V.
Time to leave. We got our supplies. Me, Danny, and Charlie carried a backpack. I got a gun in the back of my pants, a knife, which I carried in my back pocket, an axe in my bag, tape, rope, and handcuffs. "You guys ready yet?" I ask everyone.
"Ready than ever," Charlie says.
"Yep." Funny smirks.
The others nod.
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Dead Tonight
Fanfiction"My brother would always tell me it used to happen years ago but it just stopped and no one heard of them again. Until now." - - - - What happens with Hollywood Undead, stays with Hollywood Undead. If not, you'll regret it. (edited)
