Øystein Aarseth... My evil older brother, he started a band. "Mayhem" was looking for a new vocalist. Oystein starts running up the stairs into my room in the cabin and starts violently rearranging crap
Z(Zoella/You): Oi fucker what are you doing?
O(Oystein): We got a new vocalist!
Z: Okay? Get your big paws off my shit
O: He's moving in here!
Z: Okay? So move YOU'RE crap around
O: You'll get along more!
Before I can argue his annoyingness runs out... great now i'm gonna have to share my room AND bed? God I hate being the youngest. He yells down for me so me, Oystein, Varg, And Jorn to meet and talk about this over McDonalds, though I didn't pay attention other then the fact his name was Pelle Ohlin and he liked the smell of death. All night I was up drawing until dawn
A/N: for anyone struggling (cutting/suicidal thoughts) it brought to my attention you might read this, so here's a suicide hotline.
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