DOES CONTAIN OC!! Alastor!! *SONG BELONGS TO OG ARTIST!!* ---------------------------- <1998> “One, two, three, four!” Drumsticks clicked as the words were shouted. Two guitarists started to play as a drummer sat behind them on a lifted platform. “An open world and nowhere to run, a desperate dream with a fire inside.” The lead singer leaned into the microphone as he strummed his guitar. He had dirty blond hair, a small streak up front died neon green. “No matter where I run, know they are never far behind!” The entire band sung in harmony. After a few more lines, the head singer solo-ed again. “A compass leads them back to me!” He had emerald green eyes, perfectly tanned skin, and even though he’s only 17, he’s fit. The song ended within a few minutes. Everyone was sweating and panting heavily, chests going up and down. Looking at the main floor, you’d expect a packed crowd, but there was only 5-7 people, employees. They all cheered. Their was 4 men and 2 girls. One particular person caught a bandmembers eye. “Good job guys! Gonna do great!” She said, going back to cleaning the table in front of her. The lead singer and guitarist, Clay, sighed happily. He faced the band. Bad, the drumset, ran his fingers through his hair, still trying to catch his breath. Nick or Sapnap, set his own guitar down, grinning. All of them were coated in sweat. “This place is gonna be packed with execs!” Clay said, filed to the brim with excitement. Nick walked over and put a hand on his friends shoulder, smiling. “We gonna blow their socks off, man!” They whooped and hollered. The table girl laughed. The three boys jumped down and walked over to her. “Enjoy that?” Bad asked. The girl chuckled. “Maybe or maybe not.” She said with a sly grin. Nick pulled a CD and a shirt out of nowhere and handed them to her. “A disk with our amazing songs and a shirt size gorgeous.” Bad and Clay groaned. “Sap-..” Clay said, rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. The girl giggled. “See ya’ later tonight, Man Hunters.” Walking out of the building, “I’m thinking street tacos.” Bad suggested as the 4th member ran up behind them and hugged the group. “Alastor! You missed practice!” Clay complained. “Traffic jam.” Alastor summed up. Bad chuckled. “You missed Nick flirting, so cringe.” “I’m not cringe as bad as you!” Clay laughed. “No fighting, boys. We eatin’ good tonight.” Except they weren’t. They were all shot and killed as they ate tacos. They were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. ((Death by misadventure.)) <Present Day - 2023> High school. Where kids can be so cruel. A 17 year old boy ran out of the music department. “I should’ve never tried…” He muttered to himself as his friend walked out. “George?” George sniffled. “G-Go away, W-Wilbur.” Wilbur sighed and walked over to the crying teen. “Gogs, it’s gonna be alright.” He shook his head ‘no’. “You can’t just say that Will. I blew it. I’m not in the program…” He stood straight. “I’m going to the next class..” He muttered. Wilbur hugged his friend. “I’ll see you later, right?” Will asked and George nodded in response.
~After School~ George had his earphones in, on a call with Wilbur as he walked into his front yard. “Hey man, I gotta go.” He heard Will sigh. “Fine. See you in the morning.” The call ended. He entered the main living room to see his Dad taking picture. “What-?” His dad jumped. “Oh, George….I’m taking pictures for the real estate site.” George finally remembered. “Oh yeah.” They’re selling the house. Dad put the camera down as George sat down, ready to tackle some papers. “Hey Gogs..I’ve been meaning to ask you of a favor.” George looked at his father. “Ok?” He asked confused. “Can you take care of Mom’s studio? I know it’s only been a few months but..”-He sighed-”Its need to be done, and I trust you over Eret.” “Who’s at college.” George added. His dad chuckled. “True.” He looked up at his son. “But please, try? For me?” After a long silence, “I’ll try.” Dad smiled softly. “Thanks, Gogy.” He stood and went to continues taking pictures. About 30 minutes later, George was standing at the outside studio entrance. He took a deep breath and opened the double doors. Opening the doors let anyone into an almost majestic place. Sunlight shone through the windows, a brown-black leather couch along the right wall and a few top balconies of sorts with junk piled up there and in some of the corners. A covered object sat in the middle of the room. George walked over and ran his hand gently along the surface. He then grabbed the sheet and pulled it off to reveal a piano. He gingerly touched a key but as soon as he felt it, recoiled back. He sighed and decided to start on one of the balcony things. He climbed up a set of stairs and his head popped up. He looked around to see a pair of sticks, a guitar case, and a electronic keyboard. He then noticed a never-seen CD. He picked it up. “The Man Hunters?” He read aloud as he walked over to an old music player near the couch and played the disk. ‘Manhunt’ started to play and George automatically like it. He started to jam out when he felt a gust of wind from behind him and heard new voices. He turned around to see 4 random guys in his moms’ studio. He did the natural thing. Scream and run. As he ran, the 4 boys looked around in curiosity or watched the unknown person run away. Nick turned around in a full 360’. “Is this the garage?” He asked. Clay then did the same. “I think so…” While the boys looked around, George ran into his house, hyperventilating and holding his chest. “Theres….4… dead dudes…. In-in… the loft?” He said, not believing the words flowing out of his own mouth. After 5 minutes, he was calm enough to take his aunt’s bible out there as a weapon. Entering, the boys weren’t seen. George started to slowly walk around with the book held out in front of him. For a few minutes, George didn’t see a thing and let his guard down a bit, letting his arms fall to his sides with a hand clutching the holy book. “Carry that with you everywhere?” George turned, book up in front of him. The one with green hairs and some green hair backed up, tripping over his own feet. Two of the other boys caught him. “Who and what are you?” George asked, nervously. Green-eyed boy stood up and looked at the group nervously. “Um, we are …. The Man Hunters?” George rolled his eyes and sighed. “That sounded more like a question.” He flat toned. Bad sighed. “I’m Bad Halo, that’s Alastor Brine, Clay Schlatt, and Nick Blaze.” He said pointing to each of the member. George nodded slowly. “Okay- Now what are you?” “Dead.”
