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The room was exactly what one would expect from a bunch of hard druggies- some even prostitutes. The room consisted of Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids along with some of their friends... and complete strangers. The room was pretty small for the amount of teenagers laying in there, it had two worn-out couches with questionable stains on them and the generic grandma flower print on it. A small table stood in the corner of the room full of items. The room was scattered with teens, most of them skin and bones and in their underwear. People slept huddled together or even on top of each other, that only causing the stench of sweat and heavy, dirty, and hot drugs to fill your nostrils. People shoved and groaned for their own blanket though some just didn't really care; Marilyn Manson and Twiggy Ramirez being apart of the few that didn't care. They were lazily cuddled together, it may have looked cuter if they weren't in the setting they were in and if Twiggy didn't have white powder staining his nose and some on his lip. He was hugging an empty bottle of alcohol while Marilyn let his lanky arm rest around his shoulder.

Twiggy woke up first, that may be a surprise to some. His eyes struggled to open though when he did, he groaned from the sight of blood on Manson's chest. "Disgusting." He mumbled to himself, sitting up with little care that Marilyn's arm was on him. He threw the empty bottle over his shoulder, hitting someone, though of course he still didn't care. Peoples' reactions were the last thing to come to mind, everything else was the first thing. The boy stood up and staggered to the kitchen. Grabbing a jug of water, he took long gulps, and swayed around to head to the cupboard, pulling out gummy Scooby Doo snacks. Once he had them in his hands he dropped abruptly on the ground, groaning from the fall. He felt like absolute sh*t and yet he still was in his own world away from the house full of disgusting people and things they messed around with for a good time. He plopped an artificially flavored and sh*ttily shaped Scooby Doo gummy in his mouth, just barley chewing it with any energy as he stared off into the distance. Not too long passed until he saw Marilyn enter the room. "Hey man.." Said the Antichrist as he sat down next to the smaller male on the floor.

Twiggy didn't respond, but that was normal. Marilyn blinked and held out his hand, the other glancing over at it before dropping two gummies into his palm. Marilyn thanked him before taking the jug of water. "So was this party successful to you or?" He asked, chewing. "Mph. Yeah." The pair looked at each other before slowly smiling and chuckling together for who knows what reason.
"You don't have your f***in' tights."
"You don't have your shirt."
"Do I ever anymore?"
"Heh..." The green-dressed male stood up after the small laugh, walking back into the disastrous room to grab his pink tights and slip them back on. "I feel artifical." He muttered, walking back to Marilyn.
"Like those gummies?"
"Yeah... I'm just a Scooby Doo snack in a world full of apples and oranges." It wasn't a joke, though Marilyn laughed, Twiggy kept a straight face.

// May upd8 this drabble laterrr