Cold Pickles

Twiggerz had never been exceptional when it came to handling emotions. Especially those involving joy or happiness or glee or...well...you get the picture. He tended to act a little violently when it came to anything that should be expressed with affection. Maybe it was because his brain was nothing more then a jar of pickles, which never had the lid on tight enough and occasionally leaked pickle juice from his mouth and nose. Or perhaps it was because he religiously drank and did things which lead to the jar of pickles cracking and leaking out of miscellaneous holes on his head. Either way, everyone treated him like a child and tried hard not to get mad when he'd throw inanimate objects at their heads as a sign of love.

That is, until he killed Fiverz. It hadn't been on purpose. They had been walking to the store to get some items of a shady nature, and Fiverz had said or done something nice. Something that probably deserved a hug. Instead, Twiggerz found a nearly empty bottle of whisky and hit Fiverz hard with it. In the movies, glass bottles shatter and no one's seriously hurt. In real life, or as close as one can get to real life, when a glass bottle hits your head and it's half filled with alcohol, it tends to not break.

Now, Twiggerz was in a bit of a panic after killing his companion. It really hadn't been on purpose. And the only thing he could think to do, after dragging Fiverz lifeless corpse back to the tour bus, was to tell Manny. Manny was clever and an expert when it came to arts that one might call dark and others might call hocus pocus. Either way, Manny saw the only solution to their problem was to bring Fiverz back to life using ancient voodoo techniques. Of course, by bringing Fiverz back, he meant turn him into a zombie.

One would think a zombie, such as Fiverz would crave human flesh. But not this undead corpse. No, he ignored Manny and went straight to Twiggerz to attack him. And not for his skin either. But for his brains. And as we all know, Twiggerz did not have a normal brain like you or I, but one made of pickles. Twiggerz, though emotionally unstable, knew a threat when he saw one and ran from the bus, screaming with his bass in hand.

Whether Manny knew Fiverz would come back as a pickle eating zombie, no one really knows.

A/N: I actually wrote this for class...it was the end of my Novel Analysis and I was supposed to write like the author of the book I was analyzing. In this case, it happened to be Neil Gaiman. I spent an hour trying to come up with an idea, but couldn't, so I decided to try my best to re-write the tale of a joke/picture between myself and my friends. The characters are pretty much our (male) alter-egos, who are loosely based off Marilyn Manson and members of his band. Once more, due to a joke and a lot of sugar. We're weird kids.