It was some sort of weird obsession. Blood. Guts. Gore. Death. The main thing that caused 5 Seconds of Summer to come together. The shared love for murder. Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin were behind the deaths of thousands and thousands of innocent people. They never had a motive, other than the lust for blood. They were never caught, they never left a trail. Anyway, who would suspect four famous Australian guys who were known all around the world for their music?

The four of them had moved into one house to make it easier for them to just arrange their little… killing sprees. They often could and would slip out alone, but the killing sprees were so much better. So much more death.

Of course, despite their killer tendencies, these four guys were still human. Still the four idiots people around the world loved and adored.

One evening, Ashton was coming back from an errand he had to go through (that didn’t involve blood for once) and he was greeted by a blood-stained Calum Hood.

Calum: [slightly shocked but not surprised to not see Ashton coated in blood too, he knows Ashton is the one with the coolest head out of them] Huh, you’re pretty clean for running an errand.