I gothically stare in the crack of the door. The room was so dark and covered in blood, I smiled goth-like. I smelled the air, it smeLLS LIKE ANDY'S PERFUME LINE HE MADE THAT SMELLS LIKE BAT-CRAP, but got cancelled. I shove the door open with a large smile on my face with my eyeliner-clad eyeballs bulging out of my face. The only thing that lit up the room was a crack between the black curtains and 666 candles around the room. I stood darkly in the middle of the room wallowing in the gothic atmosphere. I faintly see a shrine next to the window it was 3 candles and a picture. I gothically shuffle my feet to it to look who –or what— the picture is of.

"I'm sorry you have to see this…" a hipster but gothic sounding woman threatened behind me.

I stepped closer and seen a still throbbing bleeding heart next to a picture of… ANDY BIERSACK!

My face became blank, like I was bring possessed by my Andy.

"You….. Love…. Andy Biersack…?" I asked deeply unemotional.

Geodonna gave an awkward poser laugh "Haha… Yeah, it's embarrassing. I created a robotic heart that pumps out blood to put next to the picture, I get carried away sometimes."

I turned around and Geodonna lunged at me and yells ungothly "LET ME SACRIFICE YOU TO MY LOVERRRRRRR!11!1"

I pushed her down and she tripped over a cadaver she had lying on the floor.

"THAT'S RIGHT I AM NOT A HIPSTER, I AM THE MOST GOTHIC PERSON OUT THERE!" Geodonna says with a snarl. She quickly grabs goth-brand eyeliner and poser-gothily puts on cateye eyeliner. "It's not a faze like you are, you disgusting loser-pleb!"

"Did… you… just… call me A POSERRRR?" I increasingly get louder and and and form my pale fingers into a fist. Streams of blood flow out of my tear ducts against my pallid face.

She notices how gothic I am and slowly backs to the doorway. I run at her.

"Hey, Rosaline…?" Ganondorf says faintly in the distance, walking closer to we are fighting.

Ganondorf accidentally trips up Geodonna.

"KYAAAAA! NO ANDY!" Geodonna screams her last words as she falls down to the first floor.

"Oy that's some bad luck there. She needed to invest in railings and not robotics!" Gandalf says.

We all laugh.

We walk down the flight of stairs and look at her carcass. My gothic body swoops down to hers.

"I CAN'T LET THIS BLOOD BE WASTED!" I have a big grin on my face and my eyeliner starts to run as I put my face into her wounds and lick the blood off the floor.

"Oy Roseline, get off the floor and stop drinking hippy blood." Gandalf scolded me.

"You're not my mother!" I respond hastily.

He picks me up by my fishnets and brings me to the room we are staying in. I start crying tears of blood as I sulk in the corner of the room with the dead plant.

"Hey Rosaline, yer goin' awfley mess up arr trip to get rid of da ring, mate."

"What's the point… there's just going to be wasted blood that I can't consume…" I gothically mope to him.

Gandalf walks over to me and touches my shoulder. "I know what will cheer you up~" Gandalf seductively raps to me. I gothically stand up and seductively hold his beard and bring his mouth to mine.

We jump on the bed as light drops of blood hit us.

"We have a cloyster and a DNA gun this time~~~"

"Hohohohoho yesssss" Gandalf responds professionally.

I climb up into his robe and up to his neck.

"Sensei…. What is this~?" I cutely say gothically.

"Mmmmhmmm~~ we'll just have to find out now won't we~" Gandalf reaches down and touches my nether regions. "I found the cloyster~~~"

"So I must have found the DNA gun~" I respond seductively.

"You get an A+, Rosaline~"

Gandalf pushes the DNA gun to the cloyster.

We lay in the mattress and blankets that Geodonna gave us before her untimely demise.

"See what happens when there's a DNA gun~" Gandalf says.

I gothically fix my wings on my eyes. "Oh yes~ Too bad the maid is now not with us, there's a huge mess now~"

Gandalf shoves his wet mouth appendage into my mouth.

"At this rate we will never get this ring to the place!" I laugh.

Gandalf looks into my black soulless eyes and I feel his beard tickle my body. "Maybe we won't have to…"

My gothic heart recognises what he is asking.

"YOU'RE NOT ANDY, SO NO. I AM NOT GOING TO MARRY YOU WITH SOME STUPID PREP RING! "

Gandalf silently sobs into his beard. "We should probably leave soon. It's almost dawn; we have to get this thing to its rightful place." Gandalf clutches the ring and places it into his pocket.

I gothically agree. I get up and put on my dark black clothing and go over to the now decaying body of Geodonna and lick up the remaining blood. Gandalf walks by me and leaves the building, to the car, I would presume. I get up and almost leave the building, but I gothically sprint up to the second floor to retrieve the picture of my love. I grab my razorblade to cut open the glass and grab the picture of the most amazing person to ever exist. My eyes get wider as well as my smile, as I decide to knock over all of the candles. I walk down the stairs and notice that Geodonna's corpse is no longer there and is now dirt. I gothically laugh as I walk out the building. I slam open the car door.

"Let's get out of here." I say full of passionate emotion, kissing the picture of Andy 3.

I happen to glance in the side view mirror and see a van with Korean decals on it. I see only brown curly hair, glasses, and the face of a woman. The van slowly rolls behind us.

"Gandalf, do you see that?" I ask.

"Oyyy mate, I do!" he responds.

The van starts to honk its horn.