Short Stories for Slipknot (totally legit)

Famacamovnachism Pt 2

(Again big thanks to Murrah5 for being the first suggestion)
Convincing Paul was easy. Paul was already part of Famacamovnachism. Sid and Paul schemed for a long time making sure they had the right plan. They waited till after the show to enact their plan. Their main target was moving quickly throughout the building towards his dressing. Sid and Paul quickly made their way towards him. Corey would look back every time at them.
"What are you guys doing?" Corey asked them.
Sid and Paul looked at each other. They then looked at Corey.
"Guys-"Corey began to say.
Sid tackled him and Paul pulled a black bag over his head. Corey had never felt that much fear in his life until that moment. Being dragged somewhere by your own band mates was another level of fear. It felt like forever before the black bag was pulled off of Coreys head. He looked around frantically. Corey was sitting under a harsh light in the middle of a empty warehouse.
"Welcome to the Famacamovnachism house." Sid said while stepping into the bright light.
He was holding some movie nachos with hot steaming cheese.
"You are our newest member." Paul said.
He stepped into the light and he was also holding some movie nachos.
"You can't convert me with your FAKE nachos." Corey said confidently.
"Oh really now?" Sid asked skeptically.
"Yeah because the guys will find me before you can do anything!" Corey shouted.
Paul and Sid looked at each other and began to laugh. Corey was silently hoping one of the other band members would burst into the warehouse and save him. "Nobody is coming to save you, they don't know where we are." Sid said.
"Now it's time for our master plan to play out." Paul added on.

Back on the tour bus, Shawn was doing his work. The bus was quiet, too quiet. Shawn looked up and notice Corey and Sid weren't on the bus.
"Hey Joey have you seen Corey and Sid?" Shawn asked.
"Nope." Joey replied.
Shawn closed his laptop and got up. He walked over to the other bus and knocked on the door nervously. Jim answered the door.
"What's up?" He asked calmly.
"Have you seen Paul?" Shawn asked.
Jim shook his head. Shawn began to ponder as to where all three of them could be. One word then came to his mind, Famacamovnachism. Shawn began to panic even more. Famacamovnachism was just some made up religion to get Sid to leave him alone. He also did that with Paul. Apparently his made up religion worked a little too well and Corey was in danger. All Shawn had to figure out was where they were. Luckily Sid was super bad at hiding his stuff so Shawn easily found his diary.
"The fucking warehouse." Shawn mumbled under his breath.
"What are you talking about?" Joey asked.
"Hey you wanna go for a ride?" Shawn asked him.

"You can't make me eat those FAKE NACHOS!" Corey shouted." You'll have to do it over my cold dead body!"
"We can arrange that." Sid said.
"Woah wait guys that's a saying I didn't mean actually kill me." Corey said quickly.
Sid and Paul slowly approached Corey.
"Hold on can I just say some last words?" Corey asked.
"I guess." Paul said.
Corey took a deep breath and opened his mouth.
"Stop right there!" Shawn shouted.
"It's the Famacamovnachism police!" Joey yelled.
Corey sighed with relief.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shawn demanded.
"We're trying to convert him." Sid answered simply.
"They're trying to kill me." Corey spoke up.
"Wait guys, Famacamovnachism is not a real religion." Shawn said defeatedly.
Sid had a look of hurt on his face and Paul just shook his head.
"How could you?" Paul asked while putting an arm around Sid.
"I just wanted you guys to leave me alone while I was doing work, I'm sorry but let's try and not kill our friends." Shawn said.
Sid and Paul looked at each other. They then looked at Joey and Shawn and slowly started walking towards them.
"Wait what are you doing?" Joey asked nervously.

THE END............. OR IS IT?