Title: Mosh
This is: A drabble
Diclaimer: Not mine.
Rated: +13 for blood
Slash: None
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Story start!
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The blood mixed with Pickles hair as he continued to stumble though the mosh. He had been knocked in the nose and it had started to bleed like crazy. There was no end to these people. They were like festering maggots with their putrid stench of sweat and rage. They were swarming forward reaching as far as they could to even have a chance to touch the band members on stage. Pickles looked up and watched transfixed at the musicians. That would be Pickles one day. He would be famous. No matter what. If his nose wasn't broken maybe he'd be a singer…