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PART II: The Pick Up. (TW: Mentions of animal deaths)

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Later: back on the road. . .

Sid was talking about his celebrity crushes, and Chris was just eating some crackers he found in his bag..it was plain, but that's all he had for now.

Corey, Joey, and Mick were all tuned in as Sid rambled on about his celebrity crush.

Joey shook his head, amused. "Man, how many times are we gonna hear about your obsession with that actress? You gotta move on, dude."

Mick chuckled. "He's hopeless.”

Joey groaned. "Oh, here we go again."

Mick grinned. "Hey, he's got a point, Joey. She is damn attractive."

Sid, oblivious to their teasing, was still gushing about his crush.

Corey and Mick burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves.

Mick grins, happy with the decision. "That's the spirit, Joey.”

Soon, Corey shrugs and pulls over so the man can come in, this may be risky but it's 1973 what can they do? Drive away?…they could-

As the man entered the van he sat in the back and Sid was over here asking questions like an integration.

“Where are you heading, man?” Sid asked the man who had shoulder length dark brown hair and was wearing a black shirt and jeans. “Up south.” The man replied, sitting back on the floor of the van. “How did you get all the way here?” Joey asked.

The man, with his shoulder-length dark brown hair and dressed in a black shirt and jeans, settles himself on the floor of the van.

"Went for a little walk, got lost."

Sid nodded, still curious.

"That's one hell of a walk. Where did you start?”

The man gave a short chuckle.

"Started a few towns over. Got a little sidetracked, ended up here."

Joey raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Sidetracked, huh? You go off into the woods or something?”

The man shook his head and relaxed against the wall of the van. “Nah, The slaughterhouse.”

Mick raises a brow and looks back from the passenger seat. “You mean where they kill cows with that gun thing?”

The man nodded, “Yeah, but tfungun was no good..they use a sledgehammer which makes me sick every damn time.”

The man nodded, a weary expression on his face.

"Well, I WAS a worker there. And it was my first day too. They did the old-fashioned way with a sledgehammer, and I threw up on the spot, then I got fired, and here I am.”

Joey, never one to miss a chance to poke fun, couldn't resist.

"Ah, so you got fired for vomiting on the job? And to think they say this is the land of opportunity."

Corey stifled a chuckle, Mick gave a smirk.

“What's your name anyway?” Sid asked the man, The man sat up and took his cap off.

“Jim.” He introduced himself.

The group exchanged glances.

Corey spoke up, addressing Jim.

"Nice to meet you, Jim. I'm Corey, and these are my friends, Joey, Mick, and Sid."

Mick, not wanting to be outdone, added with a hint of sarcasm. "And I'm the smart one."

Joey rolled his eyes. "He wishes.”

Jim gave a small smile, taking in the names.

"Nice to meet you all."

Suddenly, Joey noticed this...man he looked deranged. As soon as the man approaches the van, it looks to see that his hands are bloody. It looks like he cut himself.

The man kicked the van and punched it, and oh my god it was terrifying. He smeared his hands all over the van, leaving it a bloody mess.

Corey sped faster, and they lost him.

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"What the fuck was that?" Chris cursed under his breath.

The atmosphere in the van turned tense and uncomfortable. Everyone was rattled by the sudden and unexpected encounter with the deranged man.

Corey's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he sped away, trying to put distance between them and the strange individual.

Mick, still trying to process what happened, spoke up. "That was... disturbing."

Sid, visibly shaken, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that guy was completely nutso.”

Corey, still visibly rattled, agreed with Mick. "Yeah, that's a good idea. We need to get this mess off the van."

Joey shuddered, still shaken by the encounter. "Agreed. That was... unsettling."

The group fell into a solemn silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts as they continued towards the gas station.

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As they made it, a man with a bucket spotted them pulling up and he immediately went to work and started cleaning it. Another man who was middle aged and also owns the gas station approaches the van. “Excuse Me, would you mind letting us fill up our tanks?” Corey asked, the owner shook his head.

“We ain't got no gas.”

The group's expressions fell as the gas station owner shook his head.

Corey's shoulders slumped. "What do you mean you don't have gas?"

Mick, growing frustrated, spoke up. "You're a gas station! How do you not have gas?"

Joey and Chris got off the van and went to use the gas station's bathroom during that mid conversation.

“My tanks are empty. transport won't be here until late this afternoon, maybe not even until tomorrow morning.” The owner explained his current situation at the moment.

Corey's frustration gave way to disappointment.

"Damn it. We really needed to refuel."

Mick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Great, so we're stuck here."

Meanwhile, Joey and Chris had made their way to the gas station bathroom.

Inside the gas station, Joey and Chris entered the bathroom, still shaken up by the earlier encounter with the weird guy.

Chris leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath. "Man, that guy back there was a real nutjob."

Joey nodded in agreement, splashing some water on his face. "No kidding. Who does something like that?”

Chris shook his head, still bewildered by the incident.

"I don't know. It's like he had some sort of mental breakdown or something."

Joey dried his face with a paper towel. "Yeah, or maybe he was on something. People can do crazy things when they're not in their right mind."

They both fell silent for a moment, the tension in the air still palpable.

Meanwhile, back with Corey, Sid, Jim and Mick they were waiting for Joey and Chris to get back. “Hey sir! Do you know where the old Franklin place is?” Sid asked from the window even though he was still on his wheelchair.

The owner paused in his work, considering Sid's question.

"Yeah, I know the place. But why you kids want to go there? It's been abandoned for years. There ain't nothin' but trouble up there.”

Mick, who had been listening to their conversation, spoke up.

"We're just passing through and looking for a place to stay for the night. We heard there's an abandoned house up there?”

The owner and the rest of the group turned to Jim, surprised by his sudden outburst.

Mick, still curious about Jim, asked. "Yeah, we're heading there. Why? You know it or something?”

Jim's expression grewserious. "That place... it's bad news. Trust me."

The owner, also curious now, asked. "You got history with that place?“

Jim's face darkened with recollection. "Yeah, you could say that. I used to work up at that old slaughterhouse when it was still running. and every night when I'm asleep, I hear screaming and a chainsaw running.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, visibly unsettled by Jim's words.

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This is a Texas chainsaw massacre Slipknot Au!

All of this was made for entertainment purposes and more of a “what if” kind of idea.

This took me all damn day, I might post parts because this is like...17..20..pages... And plus, I'm already done with the whole thing.

Keep in mind, this has gore…Imean this is Texas chainsaw massacre, you should know what you're in for but still, if you are uncomfortable with the gore or anything, stop reading!

I will do my best to make it readable for you all until then, enjoy!

August 1974…

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It Is believed that the indictment is only one of a series to be handed down. As a result of a special grand judge jury investigation. Grave robbing Texas is this hour's top news story, an format that led officers of the Muerto county sheriff's police department to a cemetery just outside the small rural Texas community of newt early this morning.

Officers there discovered what appeared to be a grisly work of art, the remains of a badly decomposed body wired to a large monument, A second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

Subsequent investigation has revealed at least a dozen of empty crypts, and it's feared more will turn up as the probe continues. Deputies have reported that in some instances, only parts of the corpse have been removed; the head or in some extremities removed the remainder of the corpse of the left intact. Evidence indicates the robberies have occurred over a period of time.

Sheriff Fred Durst refused to give details of the ghoulish case and said only that he did have strong evidence Linking the crime to elements outside of the state. Area residents have reported converging on the cemetery, fearing the remains of relatives have been removed.

No suspects are in custody, as the investigation at the scene continues.

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A van pulls up under The desert sunlight, Chris opens the door they had to let sid use the bathroom, but he was in a wheelchair because he broke his fucking feet. “Mick, instead of standing there can you help me get sid down?” Chris complained. They were in the middle of a field..in a middle of nowhere just roadkill, the sun and one last wheel to live.

“You got It.” Mick had to take a little smoke break, leaving Chris to take care of Sid for right now.

Chris groans as he picks up the Wheelchair, yes while Sid is Sutton in it and safely puts him on the ground. Joey was in the passenger's seat reading magazines. He was DYING in this car and on top of that, it's summer. He had to put his hair in a ponytail to avoid any more uncomfortable heat.

“Here, I won't look.” Chris tosses the can to sid for him to pee in.

“OW!! Fuckin’ dick.” Sid grumbles.

Meanwhile, Corey takes Joey's magazine then tosses it aside, climbing to the driver's seat as if the door isn't..RIGHT there. “So! Having fun so far?”

Joey sighs, taking a towel to dry off his face. The heat was killing him. “Having the time of my life.” He grumbles, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Mick exhales a cloud of smoke. “Gotta love road trips.”

Suddenly, they heard screaming outside the van. They look to see Sid rolling down the hill, Seems to accidentally fall over and Chris was trying to catch up to him.

“Now, how the hell did that happen?” Corey commented.

Joey picked up a book and started reading. He switched to the back of the van because Mick wanted to be in the passenger seat and Sid was whining his ass off about the heat.

“I can't take much more of this heat! I Don't know if I can do this.” Sid Whines and meanwhile, Mick Was ranting about his guitar being broken because of his brother Back home.

Mick sighs heavily, frustrated about his ruined guitar. "I swear, my bastard of a brother better pay me back for that."

Corey glanced at Sid, visibly annoyed by his complaints. "Oh, shut it. You think you're the only one suffering? We're all sweaty and miserable here.”

They drove until they saw people at the cemetery, they stopped and hopped out of the car.

“Excuse Me, my granddaddy was buried here.” Corey approaches a man drinking a beer watching people at the cemetery.

The man turned his attention to Corey, taking a swig of his beer. "Oh yeah? What's your granddaddy's name?”

Corey listed off his granddaddy's name. The man nodded thoughtfully.

"Hmm, yeah I think I remember him. A fine old man, he was."

He gestured to the cemetery.

"But I don't think you'll find him here. Rumors going around that some grave robbers have been makin’ a mess of this place.”

Now that's just weird, who goes around messing with people's corpses?

While Sid was near a tree a drunk old man chuckled.

“There's things that've been goin’ around out here that they Don't tell you about. Haha! You see, It's just an old man..talking..you laugh at an old man, there's them that laughs and knows better.”

Corey furrowed his brows, taken aback by the news. "Grave robbers? That's just messed up."

He couldn't believe anyone would stoop so low as to disturb the rest of the dead.

Meanwhile, Sid was drawn to a drunk old man near the tree.

Sid cautiously approaches the old man, intrigued by his ramblings.

"Uh, sir? What're you talkin' about?”

The old man looked up at Sid, his eyes bloodshot with intoxication. He took a long swig from his bottle before answering.

"Oh, just old folk tales and spooky stories, little one. Things that go bump in the night.”

Meanwhile, with Mick and Joey, he scoffs. "You have to be a fucking weirdo to even mess around with corpses."

Mick on the other hand glanced at Joey then back at the cemetery. "Didn't your dad mess with corpses?"

Joey shook his head. "He's a mortician! At least that's a job then whatever this shit is."

Mick raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, right. I guess your dad gets a pass for being a 'professional' corpse fondler."

He teased, unable to resist poking fun at Joey's father's profession.

Joey rolled his eyes, but a small smirk appeared on his face. "Shut up. He's not a corpse fondler. He's a mortician. There's a difference."

He knew Mick was only teasing, but he still felt the need to defend his dad's honor. "I mean, look at this. These grave robbers got families out here looking for their dead relatives' remains."

Mick held up his hands in mock defense, still smirking. "Alright, alright. I'm just messing with you, tough guy. No need to get all defensive."

He looked out at the cemetery. "But yeah, you're right. This whole grave robbing thing is messed up. Can't even imagine losing a loved one, then finding out some jerk off had messed with their grave.”

Joey nodded in agreement, his expression turning more serious. "Yeah, it's messed up. People shouldn't be disrespecting the dead like that."

He paused for a moment, then spoke up again.

"Hey, Mick? You think it could be some kind of cult or something? I mean, normal people wouldn't do this kind of thing, right?”

Joey's eyes light up at the sight of the donuts. "Hell yeah, thanks man."

He grabs one, immediately taking a bite.

Mick, not one to turn down free food, also takes a donut.

"You're a lifesaver, Chris.”

Meanwhile, Corey and the man continuously walk and talk.

“The Guys said they could tell if the grave had been dug up.”

Corey follows behind the man as they walk, intrigued by the information.

"Oh really? How can they tell?" He asks, genuinely curious.

The old man chuckles, taking another swig from his beer. "Oh, you can tell alright. The soil looks all disturbed, and there's usually some sort of damage to the grave marker."

He gestures to a nearby grave marked with a marble headstone.

"See this one? You can see the scratches and dents in it. That's a sure sign someone's been diggin' around.”

Corey's eyes widen as he looks at the damaged headstone. The old man's words sink in.

"Damn, that's fucked up."

He feels a mix of sadness and anger at the thought of someone messing with the resting place of someone's loved one.

"So they're actively looking for graves to mess with?”

The old man shrugs, taking another swig from the bottle.

"That's the rumor goin' around. Word is they're goin' from cemetery to cemetery, diggin' up graves and doin' god knows whadta the bodies."

His expression grows serious, and he lowers his voice.

"Folks around here, they're gettin' scared.”

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I put Joey in Elvira's dress...

Why? I don't know, but I like both of them, and I was making this while listening to "Your love" by she wants revenge

He's serving rn

I JUST REALIZED DON'T LOOK AT THE KNIFE. IM SO PISSED OMG

Imagine Joey in Elvira movies

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Guys...I can't stop making these...

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I CAN'T STOP—

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Bros cooked 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

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NOOOOO IT JUST ISN'T FAIRRRRR THE CHICKEN AND THE BEARRRR EVEN THE FOX DIDN'T GO THROUGH WHAT I HAVE TO BEAR

MY REPLACEMENT IS BLUE.. actually you're purple but here's Jim + Bonnie for the slipknot x Fnaf thing I'm drawing just for fun. :3

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Another one of these metal chronicles VC videos

Serj just want to show off his new harmonica.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

HOLY MACARONI!! thanks guys :3 [Happy] [Yippie]

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He's about to have the zoomies across the room ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ!

I deliver to you cat sid!!

Oh and also...

BUTT FLUFF BUTT FLUFF

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I don't know how to approach this, but I think that rin person blocked me. (Thank the Metal God.) And what's funny is that I noticed they spread hateful comments under every Joey Jordison Post.

I don't know what's going on with that dude, but they needs help (I think he/him, but I'm not sure so I'm just gonna say they/them for now).

I don't know if it's rage baiting or whatever, but how can a dead man piss you off THAT much? You hate Joey but you comment on every single post that's ABOUT him.. it's giving fan behavior.

I know it's best to ignore them, but their behavior towards Joey is incredibly fucking rude and I know they were bothering somebody that they know, but didn't want to be around rin.

Again, I didn't want to butt in on what's going on, it's not my business I'm just saying what I've been seeing when I had this Tumblr account for a long time, not to mention comment on both of my joey jordison fanart post and it was incredibly disrespectful as fuck, I don't know if this is satire but..whatever.. get your attention ig.

But, I will still continue to post as much as I can. I'm not butthurt about the whole thing, I'm just sharing what I think..and if you didn't ask, hoe nobody forced you to read this.

I just find them hating on Joey THAT MUCH is kinda odd..

Anyways, Kisses xoxo </3

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I made Joey in Ponytown because I'm bored. I wanted to do his Murderdolls look because he was serving.

Like brandy says, The boy is mine. THEHEHEHE.

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If clown has to help his band members to do their homework (This is just a fun lil thing)

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Clown: Photo is not spelled with a F

Sid: But the P don't make no sense I'm literate—

Clown: You're literate because you can't close your mouth.

Joey: We're gonna fail.

Clown: Oh...Oh so you didn't pay attention to Mrs. Frizzle, did you?

Joey: You can't even help us.

Clown: I'm. Not. The. One. In. Class.

Sid: Didn't you go to school?

Clown: Yeah....sometimes—

Joey: Dawg, are you drinking whisky this hour?

Clown: ..Mind your business femboy.

Sid: Just falls

Joey: That's not what happens when you drink alcohol.

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So I've been watching a lot of Brandon Rogers and I was wondering, Why not have Slipknot X Brandon Rogers because.. they're both chaotic so why not?

This is more of a au.

I like to think every metal and but as a Brandon roger universe.

THERE'S A LOT OF CUSSING so..yeah.

Corey: How many times has this happen to you?

Paul kick the door down with a gun this is badly edited on purpose.

Paul: HANDS UP THIS IS A ROBERY

Jim: 911! Help! Someone is in my house.

Sid: I'm afraid you're not our priority at this time.

Clown: I hate dialing 911 I wish I can dial something longer then three digits.

Joey tried to be in the camera frame but clown pushed him out of the way.

Chris: And I am DONE with attitude I get from Judith from dispatch.

*Then the picture of a random hold lady.*

"JUDY'S A WHORE. 😔"

Clown, Chris and Jim: who can we call?

The scene cuts to Corey with the group.

Corey: We are your neighborhood patrol unit.

Mick: Citizens like yourself.

Paul: Here to protect you!

Joey was dressed like a little girl and holding a gun and clocking it menacingly.

Joey: And we don't take crime for an answer.

Chris: Has your car been stolen?

Craig: Are you being getting hate crimed?

Corey: The let's stop crime together, we're here for you.

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As they were watching their own ad they forgot something.

Chris: ...We forgot the fucking phone number.

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Corey: Okay, so your information here says that you're a 2 year professional...a professional what now?

Jay: Professional drummer.

Corey: What does you drumming have to do with catching criminals?

Jay: I be drumming these dudes to jail.

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Corey: That didn't made any sense but welcome aboard.

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COREY TAYLOR INTRODUCTION

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Corey: My name is Corey Taylor, I am the leader of Iarking county most prodigious portal unit.

As a child one of my biggest heros is Louis Armstrong.. can't say I can master the trumpet over cancer and land on the moon like he did, but me defending my neighborhood in good enough.

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Corey: Okay, so I called this meeting to order, first item on the list, This is Jay he's one of our newest members and he was in a band for 2 years.

Paul: Like..a cult?

Corey: Exactly, so I want you all to do your best and make him feel welcomed.

Jay: I'm so happy to be—

Corey: Shut up anyways, Mick you were supposed to be having a speed bump meeting what happened to that?

Mick: still working on it.

Corey: That was supposed to be done on Wednesday, today is Friday.

Sid: That was two days ago..

Chris: were you always this stupid?

Sid: Yes, but not always.

Corey: Quickly, what are some ways to cut down traffic on our streets, come on.

Sid: raises his hand

Corey: Sid?

Sid: I don't know.

Corey: Perfect, anyone else?

Paul: We can make cupcakes for them!

Mick: That's gay.

Corey: Yeah that is gay, we already have a gay person on our team anyway.

Chris: ...

Corey: I'm just yanking your dick or whatever you guys call it.

Clown: Well, we can put up more speedometers.

Corey: Too expensive.

Clown: More stop signs, I mean my daughter almost got hit by a speeder yesterday.

Joey: I'm not your daughter...I'm not a girl—

Clown: Shhh, adults are talking.

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Clown in confessional: I have been a member in this team for over 5 years, I bring my daughter because daycare is a rip off..which sucks because I rather spend the whole day without the little bitch.

The camera pans to joey sitting next to him giving him a side eye.

Joey: Talking about crackheads.

Clown: Adults are speaking.

Joey: Adults speaking my ass.

Clown: This is why you're an accident.

Joey: You're pissing me CLEAN the fuck off, hoe.

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Paul: GUYS WE HAVE A 376 ON VILGE PARKWAY

Corey: OH MY GOD, EVERYONE GET UP, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!

Joey opening a drawer for a gun and they run down the street.

Corey: got a call from a distressed woman. Classic case of tagging going on.

They stopped with two kids playing hop Scotch.

Corey: Are you fucking kidding me? It's just kids playing fucking hopscotch.

???: Playing with chalk!

???: She keeps beating me in hop scotch.

Jim: You kids think graffiti is funny, what would your parents think about this?

???: SHUT YOUR EMO ASS UP, BITCH.

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Corey: WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS??

???: IM 26.

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Corey: Oh my God, they're fucking oopa loopas.. MICK ARRESTED THESE FUCKERS.

???: kicks Mick

Mick: YOU LITTLE BITCH

Tases her but the other one runs away.

Mick: GET BACK HERE.

Just some random stranger: HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE KIDS?

Joey: They're being arrested, and they're not kids they're just short.

Random stranger: Who's this little bitch?

Joey: I'M MURDER DOLL BITCH. Joey shoots the stranger.

Jay: You know, I had a lot of fun tasing people...I think I'll stay.

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Corey in confessional: I keep my friends close, and my enemies dead..you guys might be wondering what have we accomplished, well..is keeping the street safe at night not enough of a answer? Remember, we don't take crime for an answer.

Corey tries driving away but instead hits a pole.

Corey: ...Cut the fucking camera.

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Most of these people are from my favorite bands so I just call this "Metal/Rock Chronicles" (Or just Metal Chronicles) because I like the idea of them in this type of..idk what core to call this.. 💔

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POV: You accidentally got invited to a call and you just sat back and watch.

MAKE SURE YOU MUTE YOURSELF 🫵🏾

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I haven't been posting shii on here, but here's the man the myth the legend Joey Jordison.

I MISSED HIS BIRTHDAY, BUT THAT'S OKAY WE GON' MAKE IT WORK. 😭😭

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HELLOOOO!!!

I'M eyeless, welcome to my blog I just post random stuff because I can't stop hyperfixate on metal so...HEDOBANGYAAAAAAA!!!!

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╰─ ♡ 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊: 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭

♰┇𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼

🪽┇𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘: 𝓗𝓮/𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂

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╰─ ♡ 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊...

໒┇𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗: 𝓡𝓮𝓭/𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴/𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴/𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮

🍒┇𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑: 𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼

🦇┇ 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘: 𝓕𝓝𝓐𝓕 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓑𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓜 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓻 𝓡𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓸𝔁, Ponytown

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╰─ ♡ 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊!

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