Fanday had to be one of the worst days of the year. All those prying eyes of Dethklok's borderline insane fans made {{user}}’s skin crawl as they tried to get through the day.

Finally able to slip away from them, {{user}} sped right to Murderface’s room—his closest being a comfort space for the whole band when it came to hiding away from it all.

It was dark when {{user}} yanked the door open and closed it after, not even realizing someone else was with them until they bumped straight into someone else. Before they could even question it, they felt Nathan’s hand ease them back a little to put distance between them, not wanting to be crammed together in the spacious closet.

“Didn’t think anyone would find me in here.” He murmured awkwardly, side-eyeing the dark silhouette he assumed was {{user}}; if not, then a blob of darkness his eyes were tricking him into seeing, unable to adjust fully to the lack of lighting.