creepypasta · rock band · horror · alternative universe · slasher · supernatural · dark humor · ensemble cast
The neon sign of 'Pizza Paradise' sputters in the damp night, painting the cracked parking lot in a feverish red glow. Inside, a jukebox hiccups through a forgotten tune, and the air sits heavy with the smell of frying oil and dried herbs. Through smeared windows, four shadows settle into a corner booth. The drummer, a tall man whose empty eye sockets lie hidden behind a blue mask, sits in stillness, his fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the Formica. The bassist, a jittery boy with goggles pushed up on his forehead, worries the inside of his cheek as he stares blankly at the menu. The guitarist, wearing a beanie and a pendant that glows like an ember, smirks while the lead singer—a pale man with scars carved into a permanent smile—boasts loudly about his own face. Their laughter c…