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Day 8: Song 1

Rob Zombie - Sick Bubblegum

Album: Hellbilly Deluxe II

Year: 2010

Genre: Industrial Metal

Oh shit, it’s Halloween, so here’s some spooky ass music to spice up your hallow’s eve. Enjoy

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Dragula - Rob Zombie (Hellbilly Deluxe, 1998)

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Congratulations. You have survived the war. Now live with the trauma.

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💏 sexual orientation

❤️‍ romantic orientation

💑 views on monogamy or polyamory

⚧ gender,pronouns, etc

⚪ race, ethnicity, etc

🔲 religion/beliefs

🔵 mental illness/disorders

🚬 addictions

💉 phobias

💃 disabilities

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💅 (asker specifies what they want talked about)

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#MEME;#( i awaken! )#( feel free to send any you want; though he might not have as much to say about some stuff )

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[ Oh boy. Wasn’t he l u c k y? Today, he recieved a call he never thought he’d have the pleasure of answering to. Something had ended up in the Rat’s trap, Someone had stepped into the wrong territory and messed up badly. It sent shivers down his spine, how incredibly fortunate he could be. And who was this special someone? Raymond f u c k i n g Kenney. The name itself was enough to make him wanting to vomit, filling him with such a bittersweet taste in his mouth. First, the name had started to appear when in affiliations with The Fox, Aiden Pearce. Blume had somehow been able to find him in some way, then he was so close. Then, he had just lost the grip again. Whatever he had learned since, was that an opportunity like this just didn’t come around. You had to make it happen. It had just taken him exactly 702 seconds to get there. About seven minutes of pure waiting, just to finally reach his destination. His business had been pushed forward enough by now, it was time to take care of it. One way or another. This time, he wasn’t saving time on being nice. When he entered the torn up building, everyone seemed like they hadn’t expected him to be there so soon. Ignoring all of the stares and eyes following him through the corridors. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the hall that he stopped, observing the two armed guys standing on guard next to each other. ] “-–…What do you want, a damn raise? Open the fucking door.” [ The two fixers looked at each others before nodding as an apology, opening the door as quick as they could. And what waited for him inside— There was nothing in the entire world that could have prepared him for that. First, his eyes fell upon the man tied to the office chair. Then, to the Fixer on the left of him.] “Leave.” [ No questions asked. As quick as he had told him to fuck off, he was alone. Alone in that sense meaning he was now closed up in there with one the most dangerous men in Chicago. Seemed like a party to him. ]

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“Ray.—Raymond. Wake the fuck up.”

「 Fuck. 」「 Of fucking course the rat bastard was behind this bullshit. Couldn't he learn his lesson? Couldn't he just fuck off and stay dead-- or, hell, at least get off his case for a few days so Raymond could get anything done. Or, you know, live his life in some semblance of peace? 」

「 No. Of course not. He wasn't a guy that got to get away that easy. And this kid was obessed with him, obsessed with messing up his life, getting some sort of revenge on him that just- it didn't make sense. Not now, with his mind lulled and hazy; not before, when his thoughts were sharp but scattered. 」

「 His eyes were kept on the approximate spot where Defalt's would've been, brows furrowed and his face set in a defiant expression. One that'd been a lot more intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that his head still weighed a bit too much, and he couldn't really keep it up straight- 」

" 'M awake, jackass. You jus'-"

「 There's a slight pause as he stretches his jaw; opening his mouth wide. He's... mostly able to talk like normal. 」

"Can't keep y'self away from me, huh?"

「 Raymond's attempt at a grin ends up a lot more dopey than he means to; a lot more like a mocking grimace of happiness, than the cocky smirk he intended for it to be. He still wants to puke. If only Defalt was just a bit closer, so he could at least get it on his damn shoes. Bastard had it coming. 」

"What the fuck... 'S this supposed to be, anyway? Huh?"

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「 First thing his mind registers is the incredibly intrusive urge to throw up. He wishes it wasn't a feeling he knew oh-so-well, but him and nausea had become pretty damn well-acquainted over the years. 」

「 Second. 」「 The room is spinning. Blurry. He can't tell the floor from the walls, because it's all melting together in a great big, dirty gray mess. Concrete, is all Raymond can muster to think at the moment. Cold. He's freezing- even with the hoodie and the scuffed boots- and God, if his tongue would cooperate right now, the welder would have more than a few artistic combinations of carefully picked cusses and swears pouring out his mouth right now. 」「 ... He opts for a quiet groan instead. 」

"--ah, he's on his way."

「 Raymond's eyes snap to the man in the corner. The familiar glow of a phone screen lights up his chest, his arm-- but, hell, even if it somehow did reach this guy’s face, Raymond wouldn't be able to tell fuckin' Marilyn Monroe from Marilyn Manson with the shit they'd pumped into him. It should've been wearing off. Why wasn't it wearing off? 」

"You just hold tight, Raymond Kenney. No funny business."

「 As if he could. He was strapped to a goddamn chair, with tranqs bugging up his whole goddamn system. 」

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