Monday, December 8, 2008

Fan Fiction.

Hi everybody. Tonight I have something to share with all of you, and it's called "fan fiction". I've tried to steer clear of nin my band's fans on the Internet, so I didn't know about Nine Inch Nails fan fiction, but it does actually exist. I'm as shocked as you!

You see, I stumbled across it quite accidentally. I was reading some of my favorite LJs about Twilight, when I realized that one of the LJs in question had a link to something called "Wretched Fiction". I was curious, and curiosity always gets the best of me, so I went. HUGE. MISTAKE.

The title, I assume, comes from the fact that you puke violently while reading, so you are "wretching", but could also be the fact that I have a song called "The Wretched." I prefer the former.

If you look through the page, you'll see various disgusting, vile stories involving me and my bandmembers doing nasty, disgusting, vile things to each other. Absolutely disgusting. That word cannot be used too much when referring to this "Wretched Fiction".

Let me find some examples for you.

This is from a "fanfic" called "Revenge" by helikitteh:
Sandro put one hand onto Trent's back. It felt very warm, so his hand must have felt quite cold to Trent. His other hand slowly ran over Trent's bottom, caressing it lightly. He could feel the anticipation, but decided to tease him some more, just for fun. The first quite hard spank hit Trent unexpectedly. He did not deserve any warm-ups, not now. Maybe at some other occasion. Having paused a few seconds, he went on smacking Trent's backside harder and harder, the noise and some barely suppressed whimpers were filling the room. As Alessandro's hand started to hurt after some fifteen strokes and Trent's ass being dark pink by then, he leaned over to bite Trent's neck and scratching his back hard, leaving dark red marks all over it, causing Trent to scream out loud.
Me and Alessandro? My fucking keyboardist?! And he's spanking me?!?!?! It's stories like these that make me want to just live in a cave and never ever come out.

I'd had just about enough of this "Wretched Fiction", so I quickly left that place. And then I started thinking. What if there are MORE of these out there?! More things to humiliate me! More stories that have me gagged and bound and spanked, or have me doing the gagging and binding and spanking?! So I looked further, and found I found a few stories there pertaining to me, but one of them left me shocked, near tears, wondering why my so-called "fans" would write this nasty spew about me. It's called "Lower Your Head And Take It In The Body" by Twiggysrabies. I'll post the highlights here.

There was no way he could move, even if he'd wanted to. Jeordie stood on tiptoes, his hands bound above his head, his raised arms accentuating his ribs. Trent traced the outline of Jeordie's ribcage, gently, with the tip of his coarse finger. Jeordie bit down on the gag, pulling on his restraints, "Nnngh..."

Trent grinned, "Mmm, you like that, don't you...."

Oh great. I'm just a sadistic fuck now, apparently. With Jeordie, of all people! Ew! Marilyn Manson can have him, I don't want him.

Jeordie twitched in real fear, as he felt a rope being wound around his throat. Trent had never gone this far before...and he could only feel it getting tighter. He bit down on the gag, trying to talk around it, making muffled protests. The chains were being raised again, Jeordie on his tiptoes, the rope against his throat getting tighter and tighter. Jeordie struggled fruitlessly, afraid to move his head, afraid to balance on anything less than tiptoes. He could hear Trent breathing heavily, stalking around him, his footfalls echoing on the tiled floor. Jeordie kept struggling, pulling at his bonds, trying to lift himself higher, trying to get the pressure off his throat.
Okay sure, I'm not too fond of the guy, but I don't want to hurt him!

Trent growled, wrapping his hand loosely around Jeordie's dick. He watched as Jeordie tensed, gasping painfully for air. Trent ran his hand languidly over Jeordie's cock, watching his throat work at pulling air into his lungs.

Oh god! I don't want to touch that! Who knows where that dick has been!

Jeordie screamed, the warmth of Trent's ejaculation sending him right over the edge himself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his breath becoming more ragged. He felt his stomach doing somersaults as his hot come dripped down his legs onto the floor. He shivered, breathing heavily, "Fuck..."

Trent came around the front of Jeordie again, his pants returned to his figure. He grabbed Jeordie's chin, pulling him up, roughly. Trent leaned forward and kissed Jeordie, his tongue ravaging Jeordie's mouth, his teeth biting at Jeordie's bottom lip. Trent pulled back, grinning, "You're hot when you're covered in cum, you know that?"

Ewww...... I can't even talk about it...

So, I had already lost all faith in humanity, and especially my fans, when I found this little gem in a pastebin. And apparently it was written by my ballsack. How sweet.

The beginning of the story, and throughout most of it, isn't really all that bad, I guess, compared to the majority of the stories I had been reading. It's cute, if you dig gay man love, I guess. I don't act like that at all, though. I don't know where they are getting the idea that I am just some little wimpy emo kid. The bit about JMJ's fro bouncing made me chuckle.

But then, oh then, it takes a turn for the worst.

After JMJ finishes fucking me, which I didn't want, I vow revenge on him.

I roll over, my dead eyes staring into his. I hope he takes that as a warning and gets the fuck out soon. I get up and go to my bedroom in the bus, to find My Box. He's dead. I get back, with My Box, and he's still sitting there. Staring at me looking worried. He should be. He should've left while he had the chance. Now there's no escaping me.

Uh oh, I know that when the real me gets angry, there's nothing anybody can do, but I can't even imagine what it's like for fanfic me.

“Trent, what are you..” is all he manages to get out before I grab my new knife, brand new, never used, out of My Box. I grab him by the throat and pull him up to meet me.

I really like JMJ. He's a great bassist, and I don't want to hurt him...

“Nobody ever fucks with me like that. Nobody. Ever wonder why I go through band members so fast? And why you never hear from them again after they “quit”? Yeah. Get ready to say hi.” And then I slit his throat. And then he's dead. His blood spurting out, and running down my arm, coating his body and mine.

HOW DARE THEY!?! HOW DARE THIS PERSON SAY THIS BILE ABOUT ME!? Claiming that I kill my former bandmembers... they have NO RIGHT to say this. NO RIGHT.

Ahh yes, my body. I can't forget about my body. And it's betrayal. I drop Justin, and cut my wrists. Just for dramatic effect, really. That wont do anything to me. So I find the gun I keep also in My Box, for security reasons. But this time, all my anger is directed at me. I need to die. And I hope whoever finds me and Justin blames Canada and it's inferior bacon for this.

And then I kill myself! Wow! What a GREAT author you are! I can't believe a so-called "fan" would write something as disgusting as this. My fans are disgusting, I am disgusting for allowing this, god damn it more blood on my MacBook. I hope my fans realize that I shed this blood right here because of disgusting fan fiction like this. And then to drag my lyrics into it!

he couldn't believe how easy it was
he put the gun into his face
(so much blood from such a tiny little hole)

problems have solutions
a lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash

everything's blue
in this world
the deepest shade of mushroom blue
all fuzzy
spilling out of my head

Disgusting! That's not what The Downward Spiral is about!

My previously perfectly white MacBook is now even more terribly stained. I hope my fans realize that I BLEED because of shit like this. Stop writing fan fiction. Now.

For all of you that don't write this insanity, I thank you from the bottom of my black, violent heart.



1 comment:

  1. omg you mean all those stories aren't true!!?!?1!