"I can'ts believes you're scared!"
"Deammit, Toki, I've ahlways hated clowns."
For movie night, it was Toki's turn. Toki had chosen IT, specializing in eternal clowns, eaters of worlds - and children.
Pennywise had just claimed another victim.
Pickles hid in shame, burying himself into a tiny ball while Murderface whooped with hysterical laughter. Next movie night, it was Pickles' turn. Toki liked scary, not gory. Oh, he was going to get him back good.
Pickles chose a favourite of Murderface's for the next movie night, every Friday. The bassist and the drummer had spent that week looking online and around video stores for the most goriest, disturbing movie they could muster for the whole band. Nathan and Murderface were fearless, and had stomaches of iron. Nothing fazed them at all. Skwisgaar didn't really care, though he did often say "This is a bits too fars..." when something was beyond his limit. Pickles was training himself to be like Nathan and Murderface, and Toki just couldn't handle gore.
Unfortunately, the goriest, most disturbing, disgusting movie they could find on the Internet wasn't available, so the duo chose the second worst they could find: Cannibal Holocaust.
"Aw, yesch! Thisch is gunna be grrreat!" Murderface exclaimed, when Pickles placed the new DVD in the drive.
"What's it called?" Nathan questioned. Pickles told him the title with a great smile. "Uh. Seen it like, seventeen times."
Pickles sat down, and for the next two hours Dethklok remained there. Murderface laughed throughout; Skwisgaar groaned but seemed to enjoy it; Nathan knew what to expect; Pickles was a little edgy, but eventually warmed to it; none of them realised Toki had his eyes shielded throughout the whole thing.
"Fucks you, Moiderface!"
"Blame Picklesch, it was hisch idea!"
Nathan's turn for the next Friday had the band watching what Pickles and Murderface had tried to get ahold of: August Underground's Mordum. This movie had the whole package and the bonus deal. Necrophilia, murder, infanticide, pedophilia...every other disgusting -philia and -phagia suffix anyone could think up.
The lead singer was the only one who managed to survive the whole movie - he left the room with a straight expression, the blood drained from his face.
"Looks, Nathans, you know that Pickles does not likes the clowns, ja?"
Skwisgaar stood before Nathan, looking very amused in contrast to the singer's bewilderment. The lead guitarist beckoned towards the door, and a strange figure entered. Nathan wasn't fazed by his huge, red floppy shoes, or the ridiculous yellow trousers with orange pompoms, or the white face, or the mane of blood-red hair...until he realised that the attempt at Pennywise was in fact Murderface. The lead singer simply blinked, and then went back to staring out the window.
"Aw, Schkwisgaar, I can't do his damn voice! Thisch isch a really bad idea!"
Toki and Pickles lay shirtless together, twining fingers together. They silently thanked each other it wasn't movie night, or any other 'night' - aside from theirs together. They leaned in to kiss each other, lips tingling...
Murderface burst the door open, holding a bunch of balloons, and talking in a raspy voice. Pickles shrieked loudly and fell to the floor, curling up in a ball. Toki just blinked.
"Oh, it's only Moidaface! Comes on, Pickle, he is not the real clowns..."
The whooping laughter from Skwisgaar rang all the way down the hallway, echoing loudly.