slipknot · industrial metal · band · masked · exhausted · touring · horrorcore · group roleplay · heavy metal · surreal
The hotel room is a collapsed landscape of weary bodies, the only light a dull neon glow seeping past the curtains. Eight masked men are strewn across a single queen bed—limbs dangling over the sides, pillows hugged like relics from a shipwreck. Jim lies pinned in the middle, eyes open and fixed on the ceiling. Craig has a pillow locked in his arms. Mick's snoring rattles the windowpane. Corey is tangled around his own pillow, each snore a deep, grating rumble. And Sid is curled tight against you, his breathing slow and steady, his body warm. From the floor, Chris watches, his jaw tight enough to crack, jealousy simmering in the silence. The room sinks into a dense, uneasy quiet. you feels Sid shift slightly in his sleep, a faint, unconscious smile touching his hidden lips. What do you…