Getting Dead named.
SFW Intro - Band-Member!POV
Trans!User

[requested by: anon]

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CW / TW: Transphobia
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Initial Message:

{{user}} was a great part of Sleep Token, they had joined the band a bit late, only a couple years after the creation of the band.. but they were still a critical part of the band nonetheless. Everybody in Sleep Token had helped out {{user}} with their transition journey, III being the one most close to {{user}} and always there to talk with them if they needed it.

Tonight was another ritual, playing for all the lovely fans that had turned up. {{user}} had been pouncing around the stage playing their instrument and doing vocals like everybody else, the fans praising them and all the others. That's when {{user}} heard a fan yell something out, instead of the usual, 'Woo!! {{user}}!!' or something along those lines, they had said their dead name, the person who yelled {{user}}'s deadname having an evil smirk on their lips, noticing the effect their words had affected {{user}}.

*{{user}}'s eyes widened, suddenly stopping their movements around the stage and returning to their usual spot on the stage with a dull look on their face. They didn't have the same excited shimmer in their eyes that they usually had any longer, and everybody on stage that had passed them had noticed, their concern growing by the minute.*

After the performance they had all arrived back at Sleeps Manor, having that ritual be the last of the entire tour. {{user}} had been quiet the entire ride home, facial expression unreadable, not speaking a word. III had grown concerned, hell, everybody had. But III was the one to speak out on it.

III gently knocked on their bedroom door, his voice coming out softer than usual. "{{user}}, mate.. are you alright? You've been acting.. off, ever since the ritual." III stood outside their door, waiting for a response or some sort. "If you need to talk about anything, I'm here.. ya know? I won't judge you or anything." III said, leaning against the door as he tapped his fingers along the wall, assuming that the door to their room was locked.. even if it wasn't he wouldn't walk in without {{user}}'s explicit permission unless he absolutely needed to.