Hey!

This is my first story on here and it's gonna be about one of my favorite bands – Hollywood Undead.

It takes place in an alternative universe, so of course the whole story is made up by me.

I would love to hear what you think about it, especially because I'm not a native English speaker and I'm trying to learn by using it – so please tell me if my grammar is wrong or if I'm using a word the wrong way!

Enough talking, let's start!

He felt a strong fear when the car stopped. He didn't want to be here.

Danny was a young man in his early twenty's and still nobody thought of him as a real man – he always seemed to be the weird little kid.

Maybe he ended up like this because he was never treated as he should have been, but he didn't think so. It was only his fault.

The door was opened by Danny's mother who looked at him with a worried frown.

"Come on, Danny."

Without showing any emotion he got out of the car, not eve looking at the woman he called his mother. He didn't care about her in this moment.

The only thing Danny cared about was to hold his right arm. To cover up the bandage around his wrist.

When he looked up and saw the building, Danny wanted to turn around and run away.

It was a white building, which looked a little bit like a cube. The big entrance door seemed to say "run as long as you can" and the windows seemed to be crying eyes. But after all it was only his imagination.

In reality, the big door didn't say anything, and the windows were just normal windows with a weird looking protection.

His mom put her hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards the door and then inside – all of that with Danny feeling completely numb.

It didn't look that bad inside... But it didn't look great either.

The floor was wooden while the walls were painted in an awful color, hat resembled a dirty kind of yellow. Danny always had an eye for details.

A few pictures were on the wall with letters beneath them. One of them said "Staff members", while another one said nothing at all.

He didn't realize when his mom made him stop walking, or when she started to talk with the receptionist. The only thing he realized was when the middle aged man started to talk with him.

"So, your Daniel Murillo? It's nice to meet you and I hope we'll get along – my name's Tyler, just call me by my first name."

The guy smiled and held his hand in front of Danny – he must have stood up at some point – but Danny just shook his hand without his typical smile. Danny's smile had vanished a long time ago, and he was way to tired to fake it.

Tyler didn't seem to make a big deal out of it. Of course, if he was really working in this place, he must have been used to it.

"Oh well... I'm gonna show you around now, Danny. I'm allowed to call you that, right? Yeah? Great! Okay, Mrs Murillo, just go left here. He's waiting in the room with the number 5 on the door!"

Tyler seemed to have enough energy for five people, but it didn't make Danny uncomfortable. Everyone else would have, but Tyler was a different kind of person.

But even if everyone at this place would be as friendly as Tyler – Danny didn't belong here. He wasn't crazy.