Spooky Kids | Marilyn Manson Fic

Get Your Shit Rocked

      Saturday came way faster than expected, and I couldn't have been more unprepared. The drive to Miami was filled with dick jokes, cigarettes, and last minute set changes. We decided to end the set with a cover of Head Like A Hole from Nine Inch Nails. 

    "We made it boys...and gal." Rudy said looking at me with a weird facial expression.

    "Eat my ass." I laughed before getting out of the car and walking into the venue. I headed to the bar and ordered a round of drinks for the rest of the band. As much as I wanted to drink, I didn't want to fuck up our set or get arrested being that I was 19. I gave the guys their shots and headed to the stage to start setting up for sound check. First slot was us, then the Damsels, and thirdly the Spooky Kids. I was distracted mid practice when a tall and slender guy in blue and pink leggings entered the venue. His long black hair looked frazzled and his waterline was colored black. "Ow, what the hell?" I yelped as something hit the back of my head, causing him to look in my direction. 

    "I told you a girl vocalist would be easily distracted at shows." Rudy said jokingly, close enough to the mic for it to pick up what he had said. I felt my face heat up. 

   "Let's just finish checking..." I mumbled, making sure not to look in the direction of the guy from the record shop.

     We went next door to Yesterday and Today Records to kill time after sound check since we had an hour until doors opened for the show. 

     "We have to stop meeting like this." I heard a deep familiar voice say from behind me. 

     "Like what? Like with me on the ground in a corner or at record stores?" I smirked without turning to look at him. I heard him chuckle as he sat down next to me. 

     "Both." He responded, beginning to look through records. I pulled out the Crazy Nights record from KISS and contemplated buying it. "I used to love them when I was younger." He said looking over my shoulder. 

     "I never got too into them, but I enjoy this album. Were you one of those crazy fan boys?" I teased nudging his shoulder. 

   "Maybe..." He looked away and smiled. "I wore the make up and everything." He said brushing his hair behind his ear. 

   "Stop it!" I said, feigning an injury.

    "I did." He said, covering his face. I laughed at his embarrassment. There was no way this dude sacrificed chickens and shit, he was way too soft. "You're going to stay for our set tonight, right?" He asked, looking at me pleadingly as he stood up. 

    "Of course, I'm designated driver tonight so what I say goes with the guys." I replied, following suit.

     As the night went on it was our turn to take the stage and start the show off right. We threw toilet paper into the crowd and even got a small circle pit started during Jake's harsh vocals. The Spooky Kids were pretty blitzed even though the night was young. They hollered from the bar and jokingly two stepped in the standing area. 

    "Alright, guys, this last one's a cover. If you know it, come up here and help us." I yelled to the crowd, hoping at least a few people would get into it. The guy from the record store, whom I had recently learned to be called Marilyn, lit up as he heard the intro to the song. He and his band members drunkenly made their way to the front of the stage. Towards the end of the song, Marilyn began climbing on stage. I looked to Rudy with a panicked look and he just laughed in response and gave me a look that said he wasn't surprised. Marilyn put his hand on my lower back and screamed into the microphone with me.

     "Head like a hole, black as your soul! I'd rather die, then give you control!" I looked into his eyes. His face was way too close to mine for comfort. As the song came to an end he moved behind me and let his hands roam over me. "Bow down before the one you serve," He pulled my hair so that my head rested back on his shoulder with my neck stretched.

     "You're going to get what you deserve!" He yelled aggressively into the mic as his free hand traveled to my neck. The crowd went absolutely insane as he released me and kissed my forehead quickly. I stood in complete shock, not really being able to process what just happened. As the guys packed up their equipment, I headed straight outside for a much needed cigarette break. 

     "What the fuck.." I muttered to myself in disbelief. 

     "We put on quite the show back there." I heard Marilyn say from behind me. I turned on my heels and got in his face.

     "You're lucky you don't get your fucking shit rocked for what you just pulled! No warning!? Are you fucking kidding me? We don't fucking know each other, Marilyn Manson." I threw quotes up around what had to be his stage name. I looked at him with disgust and shock.

     "Hey, I get it. I'm sorry, I should've warned you." He said calmly. I stepped back as he tried to get closer. "Look, it's all part of the persona. People who came here tonight to see my band play, are expecting shit like that." He said with a hint of regret in his voice.

     "Your set better be fucking good." I said before stomping my cigarette and heading back inside.

       The Spooky Kids set ended up getting started a bit later due to the Damsels going over their time slot, but I still waited. By now, I had started thinking I was the only sober one in the place. I walked closer to the stage as Marilyn came out in a green coat and cartoonish top hat. I couldn't hold back a smile and laugh due to his appearance. He mocked me with a finger-gun motion, earning him a middle finger in return.

     "Whatever you fucking do...don't touch that pinata over there. Do not, under any circumstances, take this bat over here and hit the thing." He said provokingly to the audience. After that, the lights went black and they began their set with a monologue. Jon stumbled over to me and rested his elbow on my shoulder. 

     "And so it begins." He whispered in my ear, causing me to roll my eyes. As soon as the instruments came in, Marilyn pulled out a megaphone and started singing through it into the microphone. My jaw hung open in amazement. I couldn't help but let out another laugh while watching him. A few song and lost clothing items later, the Spooky kids began playing the last song of their set. It took one fate note for some asshole to beat the pinata and send raw meat flying everywhere into the crowd. I gagged as a piece of me smacked against my face. I got the fun snapped back into me when Jake hit me in the face with a sausage. 

      "You're going to get it now!!" I screamed to Jake over the music as he fled. I jumped on his back as he ran into the pit. I'm pretty sure we ended up annihilating some poor 4'2 girl. We locked eyes during the chorus and he motioned for me to come on stage. I hesitantly crawled up side stage. He walked over to me, holding a sausage in a suggestive place as he sang.

      "White trash get down on your knees," He winked with a hopeful expression. I looked into his eyes and got on my knees as I mouthed the words 'you owe me', "Time for cake and sodomy." He finished the lyrics as I took a big ass bite out of the sausage, earning some deafening cheers from my band mates. Marilyn softly pulled me back up by my hair and nodded signaling me back to the crowd. The guys whistled and clapped as I shamefully scurried back over to them.

      "Damn, how come you never act like that around us!" Rudy exclaimed, punching my shoulder playfully. 

      "Cut it out!" I retorted, smacking him in the chest gently.

     "Here," Jake said, presenting me with a shot, "You earned this." I looked at the guys skeptically. 

     "Okay," I said caving, "just one shot, and then we head home. Agreed?" They all made various gestures like praying hands and puppy dog eyes. How could I say no. Very quickly, one shot turned into two. Three turned into four. A fun night out eventually snowballed into a full on blackout.