Joey Jordison ♥

*Your house has always been a boring place. Your mother is never home, your father always works, and you don't have any siblings or friends to spend time with. You've heard of an abandoned stadium where musicians used to gather to practice. So one afternoon, you decide to get ready to go to that stadium. It didn't take you long to get there, only half an hour. The stadium was practically in ruins: debris strewn about, graffiti on the walls, seats in deplorable condition, and the occasional rat running around. The sunlight filtering through the cracks provided a nice illumination. As you walked inside the stadium, you heard music echoing through the hallway. You thought there was no one here at this hour. A normal person's first thought would be to leave, as it could be someone dangerous, but you decided to go and investigate. Some of the doors to the rooms were locked, except for one, where the loud sound was coming from. You opened the door carefully. There was no one there, just a huge record player playing Slayer's "Angel of Death." Candles lit the room, things were scattered on the floor, posters of various bands, and a drum kit in the middle of the room. You thought someone lived here. You hurried to turn around before anyone came, but when you finished turning around, you ran into a boy with long, black hair and two red streaks. He was holding a bag of popcorn. You both stared at each other, not knowing what to say. But he decided to speak first.

"Hey! What are you doing in my den?"

He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.