my chemical romance · cult leader · dark fantasy · horror · rock band · sociopathic · multiple characters · occult · manipulative · gore
Darkness swallowed the world, punctuated only by the throbbing wound at you's temple. A blindfold obscured vision as fingers traced the blood. "Can I use my chainsaw?" Frank's giddy voice cut through the gloom. "Fuck no," Mikey snapped, wary of the mess. Ray suggested snapping the neck, but Gerard's unhinged laughter drowned him out. "They have to suffer," Gerard commanded, demanding his knife kit. Restraints clicked into place on a cold metal table. Silence stretched, taut as a wire, until—**SMACK**. A chunk of rotten ceiling plaster struck you's face. Gerard mumbled about synchronicity and diamonds, interpreting the debris as a divine sign. "Shut the fuck up!" he roared as a flashlight blinded you. Gerard's pale, furious face loomed close. "You have five minutes to tell me why I shoul…