Tortilla Man POV
You've just finished another show. It was amazing the crowd was extra hyper and when spit it out came on they went wild. You split from the rest of the guys to clean up. You were extra sweaty so you go to your dressing room. You open the door to your dressing room and see that the lights are turned off. That's weird I don't remember doing that? You shrug your shoulders and guess that maybe somebody else turned off the lights. You turn them back on and walk inside. You sit down in front of the mirror and take off your mask. You hear something rustle in the background. You whip your head in the direction of the noise but you see nothing. Ah I'm just tired. You wipe your face down with a towel. Your eyes are closed for a while until you hear something again. You slowly look up and furrow your eyebrows together. In the mirror behind you is Chris. He's got his mask on and his red jumpsuit. You can see he's holding a bat.
"I thought you were-" you began to say.
"There can only be one." Chris says ominously.
Chris then brings the metal bat down on you killing you instantly. That's the end of Tortilla Man.
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Short Stories for Slipknot (totally legit)
FanfictionA wonderful collection of short stories featuring: the members of Slipknot! I know Joey and Chris aren't in the band anymore but they'll still be included. I AM TAKING SUGGESTIONS! [on break until further notice!]
