They don't know how they got there; standing in one room, glaring at each other. Their heads were still light from all the alcohol they drank and the heroin they injected. Some of them struggled to even balance themselves on their feet. Though the party was in full swing outside, only the thumping bass of the music was audible indoors.
Niall scanned the room with wide, terrified eyes. He was all jittery, wringing his shaking hands. The only man he still had an ounce of trust for, Liam, had passed out with 6 heroin needles all stuck upright in his forearm. He was likely dead but the others didn't seem to care. Zayn was incoherently mumbling to himself and Harry was too busy picking the needles from Liam's unconscious body and trying to inject whatever was left in them. As for Louis, he must have fucking evaporated as he was nowhere to be seen. Either that or he had fallen out the window and was nudely fapping in the bushes below.
Then Niall started to scream. His hallucinating eyes saw Mr Krabs wearing a strap on, slowly advancing on him,
"Niall, me boy. Come taste me secret formular. Arrr Arrr Arrr!!"
He screamed louder.
Finally, the security guards heard Niall's
pathetic wailing and carried him out on their shoulders. As for Harry, he was putting up a fight and had to be dragged out by his frizzy, dandruffy head muff.
The next morning would be a surprising one...
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North Korea: Kim x Harry x The brown kid x Niall x Louis x The other one.
PoetryAfter the group broke up they somehow found themselves in a room on heroin. None of them can even remember their names but with tensions high (both emotional and sexual) will any of them walk out with their virginity in tact? And is Mr Krabs trying...
