PURITY

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙨

(Shawn's point of view)

I have been watching him for a while now. Following him, stalking him, tracking his every move. He's so fascinating, and strange.
Currently I'm hiding in a bush, which is kind of hard to do considering I'm not the skinniest person in the world, but it's a big bush. Joey is working at Sinclair gas station; he works at the register. Honestly it seems pretty boring, he just stands there and waits for people to come in. He scrolls through his phone and plays with his long black hair. I grab out my notebook that I have dedicated to him. I flip through the pages and find a blank one. I write "Wednesday, Joey Jordison Sinclair gas station" at the top of the page. I start tallying the amount of times Joey has touched or played with his hair. One...two...three...twenty...twenty-five. After thirty tallies I stop and look up at Joey he touches his hair again, so I write another tally.
​"Holy fuck this dude loves his hair. I wonder if it's soft?" I mutter to myself. 
I grab my camera and take some pictures, when I get home I will place them into the book, I will also add some of them to my bulletin board.
A man walks into the store, he's very tall and slender. The man walks straight up to Joey and punches him in the face. I feel my fists clench, but I force myself to stay behind the bush.
Joey hold the side of his face and starts shouting things at the man, they both start yelling at each other and then Joey walks around the counter. I grab my camera and take pictures as Joey punches the guy.
After about five minutes of arguing and punching the manger comes out and pulls Joey off the man and then escorts the man out the premises. I take pictures of the man once his face comes into view, I'll have to do more research on him and see what his connection to Joey is.
I pack my things and then walk across the street to my car, I get in my car and drive down the road.
Joey is perfect, he's just what I need. He's an excellent drummer, there's no one else out there that is as good at drumming as he is or else, I would be stalking them instead.
I pull up to the large house that I share with the members of my band Slipknot. I park the car in our large garage.
Instead of going inside the house I open a door that leads to the basement, I walk down the dark and creaky steps.
I pull the string to the ceiling lamp and walk over to my bulletin board. This room is very spooky which is why it's my favorite room in the house. I start printing the pictures that I took today, and I tape some into my notebook. I grab some thumb tacks and stick the pictures on the wall. When I get to the picture of the man from the gas station, I study his facial features.
​"Who are you?" I whisper.
I pin the picture to the far right of the board. I open the bottom drawer of my desk and put my notebook in there. The drawer is labeled Jordison and it's full of notebooks and files and all my information on Joey. It has his full career from when he started making music till now, it also has every relationship his ever been in and all the people he has ever collaborated with. You could say I'm some what obsessed with Joey, how I like to think of it is he's just another project waiting for me to dissect.

​"Clown!" Someone calls from the top of the stares.
​"Yes?" I call back.
​"Get up here, Jim bought pizza!" The voice who I realize belongs to Chris says.
I turn the light off and walk up the stairs. Chris shakes his head at me.
​"You're so weird Shawn," Chris chuckles, "You still stalking that little boy?"
​"Yup," I shrug.
Chris laughs and pats me on the back, I chuckle and lock the door to the basement. I follow Chris into the kitchen, all the guys are sitting at the counter, stuffing there faces full of pizza.
​"Is there any left for me you fat fucks," I tease.
​"You're one to talk," Corey laughs through a mouth full of pizza.
I roll my eyes and sit down with them, I grab a plate and pile it with pizza.
​"So how is little Joey," Corey smirks.
​"He's good. He got punched in the face today and then he tried his best to fight the dude," I chuckle.
​"You guys need to leave Joey alone, he's a really nice guy and he doesn't deserve to be stalked," Jim sighs.
Jim is the only one who actually knows Joey and is friends with him.
​"What ever man, it's not like I'm going to kill him or anything," I grumble.
Jim just huffs and continues eating his pizza.

​"Shawn! Shawn! Shawn!" Sid screams from the backyard.
​"What!" I yell.
​"Come out here, some bird died!" Sid squeals.
I feel a smile creep onto my face, many birds have died in our backyard and I always love to preserve their bodies.
I walk out with a Jar in hand. The rest of the guys follow me and watch from the door as I walk over to Sid and look down to where he's pointing. I look down and notice a dead crow. I pick it up and place it in the jar.
The guys gag as I walk past them with it. I walk into the kitchen and fill the jar with a liquid that will preserve it but also let it decompose.
​"Dude, get that out of the kitchen!" Paul laughs.
I chuckle and bring it down to the basement, I open the closet door and put it with the rest of my dead animals. 

I walk back out and sit in the living room with the guys, they have some horror movie playing and metal music blasts through the speakers. Chris and Mick are drinking beer and playing video games.
So, I decide to do some more research on Joey. I grab my pen, notebook and laptop and continue writing information.

(A/N): Written by @7_MICK_7 (written by me)
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