Kill All Your Friends

*Suii's POV*

After the boys let us know that Jakey-Poo and Goliath would be staying with us as well, I decided to go and check out my room. I opened the door to the room between Coffin and Slaughter's and stepped inside. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. Inside was my personal heaven. In the far corner by what I assumed were the balcony doors was a huge bed, muck like D's,except mine was adorned with red and black sheer fabric. On the other side of the doors, the entire section of wall between them and the corner was covered by what appeared to be a gigantic TV screen, with a strange looking black box in front of it. Halfway between the TV and the opposing wall sat a giant L-shaped couch with one side against the wall and the other separating the TV section from what appeared to be the music section. On the wall to the right of the door was what appeared to be a huge clock but in place of the numbers were Cd's.

In the center was a screen about the sized of a composition book. There didn't seem to be any buttons on or around the device, so I pocked the screen. It blinked to life, displaying and speaking the words, "Welcome, MurderFace." at the same time as the CDs spun counter clockwise.

"Sweetness." I muttered. I'll have to play with this later. To the left of the bedroom door was an abnormally large wardrobe. That had been painted black and scribbled on with read and white. A closer look revealed that the small scribblings were actually MCR lyrics.

"There is no way my shits gonna fill this thing up," I thought aloud. Everything I had left in the world fits in a single backpack.

Just for the hell of it, I opened 2 small wooden doors, revealing a full length mirror on the inside of each door, and as many black clothes that I could ever want.

The wardrobe was packed with band t-shirts, black jeans and every color and kind of Tripp's. I didn't see any chains though...

About then I noticed a small metal ring dangling from the wardrobe's tiny ceiling on a little chain. Out of instinct, I puled on the tiny ring. Instantly what looked like a small drawer, only upright descended holding what seemed like a million chains.

"Oh..." found them. The little drawer pulled itself back into its hiding spot when I gave the ring another tug. Cool.

I closed and turned away from the wardrobe to look at my bed. Above the head of it was a poster of Jack Skellington, exactly like the one I had when I lived with Mama, in the exact same place.

Mama....

I quickly shook my head to rid my thoughts of the word. As I walked towards my bed, out of habit, I ran my fingers across the wall. It felt cool and...bumpy? I stopped to further inspect it. A closer look revealed tiny insertions and holes all over the wall, in a tiny pattern. As I looked around, I realized all 4 walls were covered in this.

Oh shit!

I looked around the room once more, and sure enough, there were no speakers to the CD-thingy or the TV-thingy.

Holy Shit! My room was one huge stereo! On the wall, er...speaker, above the side of the couch against it, I noticed a medium-sized metal door thingy with one handle. I went over to it and tried to pull it open but it didn't move.

"Gay as in stupid not homosexual..." I muttered to myself.

"It slides open retard." came Bob's voice from the door. I jumped like 5 feet in the air.

"Jesus FUCK!" I exclaimed. "Don't do that shit to me man!"

"Sorry," he replied, "And watch your fuckin language."

"Ha ha," I said sarcastically as I slid open the metal door. Inside hung 2 guitar controllers surround by a ton of games.

"Fuck yeah!" I exclaimed, "But wait where's the..." I trailed off as my gaze fell on the black box that sat on a shelf below the TV.

"A fuckin 360 Elite?! Are you fuckin for REAL?!" I yelled ecstatic. I turned to Bob who was just laughing at my elated-little-kid-like behavior.

"Yea." he said containing himself.

"Frank just kinda figured his kid would be a gamer and/or rocker." he explained gesturing towards my stereo-clocky-thingy.

"Dude, I love...!" I said stopping myself when I remembered his hurt expression when Helena and I traded counselors.

"Frank," I said all of a sudden feeling like shit.

"Its cool," replied Bob. "You can thank him in a minute. First..." he said approaching the game cabinet. He picked up the second guitar controller and handed me the first to me, which had been decorated to look like Pansy, only red and instead of the original name,

"Pansy II" was engraved into the surface of it.

"Beauty." I loved it.

"You any good?" Bob asked as he strapped the bottom corner of the TV twice. A small green light appeared where he had touched it as he leaned over and switched on the Elite. My Elite! The TV screen flickered to life, displaying the X Box symbol.

"Best chick player I've ever met." I replied.

"Prepare to have you face blown off." he said as he selected "band quick play" from the GHWT menu.

"We shall see Bobert." I said selecting 'Expert' on my side of the screen. At the same time he picked 'Medium'. I gave him an evil grin, to which he stuck his tongue out.

"Consider it on MurderFace!" he exclaimed.

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