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gib-mir-gift · 5 years ago

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DUDE the members of slapnuts playing Twister,,,

im not sure if this is what you meant but heres a one-shot for it because i fucking love this idea lol (also og lineup because i dont know the new guys well enough to properly write them)

"Hey, guys, let's play a game." Chris suggested, earning several exasperated groans from his bandmates. They knew all too well how the percussionist got while playing games. Chris made a face. "Please?"

"Fine. Which one? We have Uno, Monopoly, checkers, some Japanese thing, and... well fuck me." Corey mumbled, picking up a dusty old box with the bright, exuberant letters spelling out one of the worst words on the planet. 'Twister'. The vocalist felt himself more then let himself groan. Even the name of the game made him uncomfortable. It sent shivers of dread all along his spine and arms, making him tremble.

Of fucking course Chris smiled and stole the box from Corey's grasp.

"Twister it is, fellas!" He yelled happily as he put the mat out on the bare concrete floor. Corey sighed, took his shoes off, and stretched carefully. Jim looked up from his conversation with Paul when Corey's spine made a noise close to breaking glass.

"What in the unholy fuck was that?" He asked, looking mildly concerned. Paul just smirked, loving the awkwardness of the whole situation. The bassist hated Twister as much as the rest of them seemed to, but he loved other people's discomfort much more. "Was that your fucking back?"

"Possibly. Hurry the fuck up and get over here. We're playin' Twister." The vocalist responded, still stretching. Jim moved like he was going to retaliate, thought better of it, and walked over to Corey and Chris, who was reading the directions out loud. Paul joined the three of them, silently chuckling. "Sid, Joey, Clown, Mick, Craigy! Get the hell over here!"

"There is no way in hell I'm playing fuckin' Twister!" Mick yelled in response, sitting quite still on a couch in the next room over. Joey and Sid bounced over, Clown not too far behind them. Craig materialized behind Chris and Paul, scaring them both. The sampler only laughed.

"I-... Are you guys for real? Where the hell did you get this?" Joey asked as he sat beside Chris, scanning over the page. "Are we really gonna play Twister of all things?"

"Yes." Came a gruff reply. Sid was already excitedly jumping from one coloured dot to the other by the time everyone else was ready. Corey, Mick (somehow?), Clown, Jim, Chris, Paul, Joey, and Sid all stood by the side of the mat, waiting for Craig to tell them what to do. There was no way in hell he was playing. It's fucking Twister. What do you expect him to do, make a fool of himself? No, thank you. That job belongs to the others.

"Sid, right hand on yellow." Craig ordered, adjusting his glasses. Sid obeyed, making a show of leaning over and smirking when Chris wolf-whistled. Mick rolled his eyes. He was not looking forward to this. "Just play the game like a normal human being, you inconvenient shrimp."

"I- I'm sorry, you what?" Paul could barely get through his sentence. He was used to everyone else ruining each other's will to live via insulting nicknames, but Craig never did that. He usually just sat silently and nodded along.

"Joey, left foot on blue."

Less than ten minutes later, Mick and Clown were out. Jim had managed a spread-eagle with Corey, Sid, and Joey practically sitting on him. Chris looked close to fallling, in his own corner, balancing on his tip-toes. Paul stood innocently between Jim's legs.

"Uh... Jim, left hand yellow." Craig sounded too happy about this. He was entirely too amused about the situation, Jim thought, to be normal. Jim groaned. He couldn't reach any open yellow spots. Everyone was in his way. That, and yellow was on his right, not his left.

"I can't. I'm gonna fall."

"Then fall." Craig stated. Jim made a face and somehow managed to balance himself as he reached between himself and three of his bandmates all the way to the yellow. "Well then... Corey."

"Oh, no."

"Right hand yellow."

"Dammit." Corey could only reach the yellow that Jim's hands were on, so he carefully placed his as close to the guitarist's without touching. "What next?"

"Sid, right hand green." Sid fell.

"Joey, right foot blue." The tiny acrobat stayed up.

"Paul, left foot red." The bassist threw in the towel without even giving it an attempt. Red was under Jim and his face would end up in the taller man's crotch. There was no way in hell he was doing that.

"Pussy." Mick mumbled as Paul walked away and put his shoes back on.

"Fuck yeah, I am."

"You didn't seem to care when Joey was crouched in front of you like he was about to suck you off." Paul was beginning to get flustered.

"That's different."

"Chris!" Craig interrupted suddenly and loudly. "Right hand yellow!" Chris went down, taking Joey with him. Corey made a noise of pure joy when he realised that he had a solid chance of wining. Jim twitched uncomfortably as the reality of how vulnerable his position was suddenly hit him. Corey didn't seem to notice nor care. Everyone else did, though, and began to chuckle.

"What?" The vocalist huffed.

"Dude, it looks like you two are about to fuck!" Paul laughed, leaning on the back of Craig's chair so he didn't fall from laughing so hard. Corey turned red and immediately leaned over so he fell on the floor. "Aw, you ruined it."

"Jim wins." Craig shrugged, put the spinner in the box, and got up and left the room. The guitarist stood up, brushed his hair out of his face, and stared at nothing in particular as he spoke.

"If I ever get roped into playing Twister again I will immediately shoot myself dead."

#kurlys rants #slipknot #ask #ghosttiiits #this is really long but it made me laugh #i was loosing my shit while writing this i swear #i make myself laugh more than i make other people laugh and you know what??#im okay with it

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