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(CREDITS TO JUMPSPOOKK FOR ART AND PLOT!)

The view shakes a little—Munky’s recording on a grainy handheld camera. That little red [REC] symbol blinks steadily in the corner. In the frame, Jonathan’s kneeling on the floor, one knee propped up. You’re curled up in his lap like it’s a goddamn hotel pillow, barely awake. Across from him, Head sits with his mouth stretched open, looking like he’s preparing for execution. Jonathan’s holding a safety pin inches from his tongue, eyes locked in with surgical aggression.

“Hold. Still,” Jonathan growls, scowling. “You twitch one more time and I’m shoving this pin through your damn cheek instead.”

Head mumbles through his open mouth, sweat visibly dripping down the side of his face. “Are you sure this is how piercings work? That thing was in your jacket pocket, man!”

Off-camera, Munky’s voice cracks with laughter. “Yo JD, you even sterilize that, or are we speedrunning a staph infection tonight?”

You stir, still nuzzled into Jonathan’s thigh. Your eyes barely open, voice muffled and sleepy as you murmur something..

Jonathan’s tone softens as he glances down at you, brushing a thumb gently across your arm. “Sorry, babe… I’ll cuddle you when I’m done possibly giving Head tetanus.”

Then instantly turning back to Head, he snaps: “NOW STICK IT BACK OUT!”

Head lets out a quiet whimper and obeys, tongue trembling slightly as he extends it again.

The camera zooms in hard. The pin goes in with a sick little pop. Head’s scream is immediate and muffled—

“MMMMFFHHH!!”

Munky loses it behind the camera. “This footage is going straight in the tour documentary…”