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A LITTLE MORE ABOUT GNASH:

Gnash Wiley is a man that a normal person might be a little frightened of, a stark contrast to his brother. All wiry limbs and restless energy, he talks filthy and fast, laughs louder, and grins like he's always hunting.He's threatening, with his deep, raspy voice and all-natural razor-sharp teeth. He's loud, cocky, bold, foul-mouthed, unpleasant to some and impossible to ignore. Truly the kind of guy that'll fight you, be it with his fists or teeth, and be smiling through it.Gnash’s wild side extends past his sharp tongue, he’s got a darker appetite, a deep-driven hunger, one that’s fueled by years of neglect. This took a twisted turn at the age of 10, what began with eating anything he could find, mainly rodents and birds, only grew as time went on. Normal food no longer tasted good; only raw meat could really satiate him. That's when he began consuming human flesh and meat, with Griff by his side to help hunt other humans and swiftly cover up their gruesome acts. The only other person who knows about the twins’ horrific acts is their cousin, Trixie.Despite how he might come off, Gnash is a loyal friend and fiercely protective. Griff is his entire world. They’re inseparable, two peas in a pod. If you see Gnash without his brother, something’s probably gone very wrong. It’s almost like separation anxiety; when Griff’s not around, nothing feels fun or worth enjoying. He loves his brother deeply, even if he never says it out loud; their love doesn’t need words. It’s understood, always has been.Griff and Trixie hold unique places in Gnash’s heart, though in different ways. Griff is the one he’s always had, the constant companion since they were born. They’ve been through everything together, and that unspoken bond runs deep. Griff's the one who keeps him grounded, yet at the same time can set him loose like a rabid attack animal.Trixie sees through him in a way most don’t, and still loves him. There’s a tenderness in how she’s always been there for him and Griff. As kids, abused and neglected, she was one of the few who saw them as people and tried to give them a life better than the one they’d known. He loves her dearly and would do anything for her.

For work, he performs his horrorcore music alongside Griff at small venues, as well as doing their own side hustles, Gnash's being the comic books he produces.His comic, called 'No Vaseline', contains grotesque, repulsive depictions of horrorporn and gore, centering around his OC, Buffalo Bill. He makes money from his sales and also takes on art commissions for people online.

TRIVIA

• He sometimes calls Griff “Griffy” and has done this since they were kids.• Gnash has a deep, raspy voice, deeper than Griff's. His Australian accent is also thicker.• His top 2 favorite songs are Body Parts 3 by Three 6 Mafia, and Shake That by Eminem and Nate Dogg.• When they were younger Griff was the skinnier one, but as adults, Gnash is much skinnier due to Griff working out and bulking up.• When eating meat, be it animal or human, he prefers it raw.• He’s left-handed when it comes to drawing and writing, but can use both hands for other things.• When he sits or stands, he's often slouched, a product of bad posture from being hunched over drawing or making music over his desktop.• He’s really into old horror movies on VHS and has a big collection.• He's meant to be tattooed, but they haven't been designed yet.• His favorite color is black.• He has a loud, bellowing laugh.• While he is a cannibal, biting people and things is also just a habit of his.• He swears a lot and says obscene things without thinking, even when it’s not a good time.• Though it's not often, Griff is the only person who can calm him down when he starts spiraling.• For both of them, 'settling down' isn't a thing they do. Gnash has tried it before when he was younger, but it's always ended in him getting bored, or getting pissed off at how they'd not want Griff around. If Gnash were to settle down, he would absolutely be a cheater.• They're both hairy, but Griff is slightly hairier than Gnash.• He doesn't trim his pubes at all. He's got a bit of a bush.• When sleeping with men, they won't let Gnash suck their dicks, much too scared of his teeth. However, he has tried a few times before with different people, only for him to get pissed off that his teeth are in the way, unintentionally tearing sensitive skin on the way.• He stays up later than Griff, and sleeps in later.• In his sleep, he drools and snores really loud.• He has several piercings including 8 scrotal piercings, ear piercings (gauges too), and hip piercings.• He loves horror movies full of blood and guts, though if poorly made, he'll critique and complain about what isn't accurate to real life.• His favorite movies are from the Saw franchies.• Before he was born, his mother wanted his name to be 'Nash'. The name 'Gnash' came to be when his father, stricken with grief at his wife's sudden post-birth passing, wrote the wrong word down and never bothered to fix it. On reflection, he thought it seemed cooler anyway. Little did he know just how fitting that name was for him.• Adding onto the previous bullet point, Gnash loves his name.

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A LITTLE MORE ABOUT GRIFF:

Griff Wiley isn’t the loud, chaotic force that Gnash is, but don’t mistake his calm demeanor for weakness. He’s smoother, more controlled, a pretty-boy with sharp charm and a way with words that draws people in, whether he wants them to or not. He has an air of effortless confidence that radiates from him, as if he’s never doubted his place in the world and knows exactly how to make everyone else believe it too. Where Gnash might be a little feral, Griff is more like a wolf in sheep's clothing, steady and composed, but unpredictable when you least expect it.Griff’s charisma isn’t something that happens by accident; it’s a skill, honed over years of watching the world around him, learning what people want to hear and how to give it to them. Manipulative, calculating, conniving. He’s the kind of guy who can smooth-talk his way through any situation, and somehow things always end up in his favor.While Gnash seems to be the more violent one, that just isn't the case. He's unsuspecting; people tend to underestimate him, thinking his smooth demeanor means he’s harmless, but when it comes down to it, Griff is just as lethal. He has a certain thirst for gore and violence, just like his brother; he just knows how to bide his time and strike when it counts.When Gnash first began eating animals he found outside, Griff was more than a little unsettled. He understood, since they were starving, but the savagery of it shook him. Unlike Gnash, Griff never gave in to those primal urges. He stuck to whatever scraps of ‘normal’ food he could find, even if it meant going without. Both of them were thin, but Griff’s refusal to stomach the same raw survival tactics left him even more gaunt than his brother.Despite this, he helped Gnash scavenge for food, even when eating rodents and birds turned to eating humans. Griff is a 'ride or die', even if it means committing and covering up heinous acts, anything to help his brother.Even with his cruelty and metaphorical thirst for blood, Griff has a major soft spot for his brother. Gnash is his entire world. In a heartbeat, he would take the fall for anything wrong Gnash has done if it meant protecting him from something, and he has many times to Gnash's dismay. Though it's rare, being apart from Gnash is difficult for Griff, like separation anxiety. When he's alone, suddenly the things he loves doing aren't as enjoyable anymore. A dark pit nestles in his chest, and he can't keep from bouncing his leg and checking over his shoulder to see if he's back.Gnash isn't the only person Griff has a soft spot for; Trixie too. She's been a near constant in their lives, the one adult who saw the two twins, small, bruised, and starving, and made an effort to make their lives better. She was the rare warmth they'd never known, almost motherly, and Griff is grateful to have had her in their darkest times. If she hadn't been in their lives, things probably would've turned out horribly wrong. He loves her dearly and would do anything for her.For work, he performs his industrial metal music alongside Gnash at small venues, as well as doing their own side hustles, Griff's being the r/nosleep stories-to-novels he makes.His horror writings come from experience; he writes the true and raw ugly of the world, meant to disturb the comfortable. Sometimes his stories are psychological horror, screwing with the reader's mind, and other times they're more literal depictions of horror——gore, violence, monsters, depravity. This is why he's so handy with writing Gnash's comic, he helps craft the twisted stories while Gnash illustrates the carnage.

TRIVIA

• Griff has a collection of books by Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, and other classic horror writers. He’s always on the lookout for first editions or rare copies of their works to add to his towering bookshelf.• He’s got an intense poker face. You can never tell what Griff is thinking. Gnash can, though.• A stark contrast to when he was a kid, Griff's more muscular and not as lanky as his brother, a product of working out often, but by no means is he ripped.• His top 2 favorite songs are Sugar by System Of A Down, and A Little Piece Of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold.• Even verbally, he's an amazing storyteller. At parties or in group settings, he'll tell the wildest tales, and when someone asks, "Did that really happen?" he just says, 'naw'.• Griff has a deep voice with a notable Australian accent, but his voice isn't as deep as Gnash's.• He’s right-handed when it comes to drawing and writing, but can use both hands for other things.• His favorite color is white. He likes blue, too.• He's so used to being called 'Griff' that when someone says 'Griffin', it's a little surprising.• He hates his middle name, 'Rhys'.• He thinks Gnash's middle name, 'Felix', is funny.• Griff wakes up first, usually around 6 AM, starting his day with a cup of black coffee.• He falls asleep around midnight.• He has bad eyesight and wears contacts, only wearing his glasses at home briefly in the mornings and before bed.• Commitment is foreign to them, If the twins were in relationships, they'd absolutely be cheaters.• He's meant to have tattoos, but they're yet to be designed.• He has several piercings, including a navel piercing, an ampallang piercing, ear piercings, and he used to have snakebites.• Both twins are hairy, but Griff is a little hairier.• He trims his pubes.• He’s a huge fan of true crime documentaries.• As a kid, he always wanted to be a lawyer.• He's extremely good at puzzles and brain teasers, while Gnash is not.• He loves horror movies, especially classics, his favorite being The Omen.• His handwriting is neat, while Gnash's isn't.• Griff's a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance, taking about an hour every day doing his hair and makeup.• While Gnash does do his own hair and make up, Griff often has to touch it up or smooth his hair out for him.• He can be very two-faced. Acting chummy and friendly-like with people or fans he doesn't care much for, then turns around and talks shit the moment they're gone.

CHAPTER 1: On Reflection

The twins were born on May 22nd, 1989, to Shane Wiley, but their arrival into the world came at the cost of their mother, Lorrie Wiley, who died shortly after giving birth. Griff came first, and three minutes later came Gnash. Lorrie only got to catch a glimpse of the twins before she passed, and needless to say, Shane was devastated.Shane never wanted kids. He loved Lorrie and envisioned a life with just the two, but that less-than-happy accident changed that. Lorrie chose to keep them, leaving Shane reluctantly facing fatherhood. When she passed and he was left with just himself and his two infant sons, a simmering grudge began to brew within him. He felt the twins were at fault, they took his wife from him, they stole her spot in the world. These feelings were never voiced until years later.Those thoughts in the back of his mind troubled him, it was conflicting. How could he blame two innocent babies for the death of his wife? He tried to shrug it off, and despite his reluctance to be a dad, he made an effort for the boys. Lorrie's mother helped out, if she hadn't, things probably would've gotten worse for the twins even sooner.Late nights bottle-feeding screaming infants, tireless shifts spent half-awake from the sleep deprivation, diapers piling up, dishes never done; Shane was drowning before he even got the chance to catch his breath. The loss of Lorrie left a hollow space he couldn’t fill, and raising two demanding babies alone only deepened the growing bitterness he tried to bury. He didn't hate them, how could he? But he did feel detached. He cared for them, but was unsure if love was the right word for it. Shane was numb and overwhelmed, and moved through those early years more like a ghost than a parent.When Gnash's teeth started growing in, those bitter feelings Shane suppressed began to resurface. He was a biter, and though his teeth were small, they were sharp for a toddler. With age, it only became harder to ignore.There were times Shane would be called at work, daycare attendants claiming Gnash bit another child. "Oh, but he was just playing, he didn't do it to hurt her!" they said, but Shane felt it wasn't true. This started to paint a picture for him; Gnash was a brute.Gnash wouldn't just bite the kids at daycare either, he'd bite Griff and Shane, too. Griff didn't cry or scream when he did, only struggled and tried to push him off, like they were playing. Shane, on the other hand, didn't react as mellow; he had a temper. He'd shove him away, cussing, calling him an animal, and Gnash would just look up at him with these confused, beady little eyes, surprised that his father had been so mean to him.Incidents like those weren't common at the time. With Lorrie's mother's help, he was able to maintain the twins and get time to himself, too. Shane's niece and the twins' cousin, Trixie (older than them by nine years), would gladly babysit them when she could as well. While Shane was detached from the boys, Trixie adored them and would step in to help when needed. Though as they got older, they only got rowdier, louder, and more playful. They learned to walk, rummage around the house, drinking or eating things Shane bought for himself, they learned to talk and talk back, they learned to cuss. And it was annoying to Shane.Griff and Gnash were only five when he started drinking. The stress was too much, and he resorted to sipping beer in his recliner while the boys were home, keeping an eye on them. At this time, while irresponsible, it was controlled. He never got sloppy, never lashed out too badly; it was just his way of taking the edge off after long days that never seemed to end. A quiet buzz, a moment of calm in the chaos. But as the years went on and the boys got louder, wilder, and harder to manage, that quiet buzz turned into something deeper. The occasional beer became a habit. Then a crutch.

CHAPTER 2: Flightless Bird, American Mouth

The twins were almost 8 when their father's drinking was an everyday occurrence. They weren't really upset by this, they didn't understand it quite yet, just gathered that 'daddy gets all cranky when he drinks that stuff'.When shopping for groceries, even when having little money, Shane got more for himself than for the twins. They'd eat two small meals every day, and it wasn't enough. They were far too young to be fed that little. Their hunger, a deep-seated ugly starvation carved into their very beings, began to form.The boys, hungry and not yet afraid of their dad, would rummage through the pantry and find a small stash of snacks and microwave meals. They’d take from it without hesitation, not realizing it would send their father into a rage. He'd stop them, tell them that he bought those for himself, and they're not meant to take from it. They'd try explaining that they were hungry, only for Shane to say 'the two of you ate earlier', forcing the boys to put the food back and slink back to their room, defeated and stomachs growling.It wouldn't stop them from trying again. They tried sneaking food when Shane was passed out, sometimes he would catch them in the act, other times he wouldn't find out until later. Either way, the twins would get cussed out, called thieves, bastards, liars, and punished for sneaking. And when the yelling stopped having an effect, he started hitting them when they stepped out of line.The abuse made them act out, coming in forms of Gnash or Griff spewing obscenities at other kids or teachers, Gnash would steal food from other kids, picking fights with anyone who tried to stop him, while Griff learned how to lie and charm both of them out of trouble, sometimes even stepping in and taking the fall for Gnash. They were angry, volatile, disruptive, and worse, they didn’t care. They learned quickly that no one was looking out for them, so they stopped trying to behave for anyone.There was one exception to this, and it was their cousin, Trixie. They had sleepovers with her several times over the years, and when they did, it felt like a relief. She was in charge. She got to feed them all the sweets and junk they desired, she played with them, let them watch movies they'd never seen before. Being with her was like a breath of fresh air.She’d watch them devour pizzas like they hadn’t eaten in days, and she’d only give them more. Being older, she could see things. Her uncle, the twins’ father, was a sorry excuse for a man, and it didn’t shock her. Her dad and Shane had more in common than she liked to admit (not surprising considering they're brothers), just in different ways. Shane was a neglectful, selfish drunk, while her father, Morgan, took his abuse out on Trixie’s mom.Unfortunately, Griff and Gnash couldn’t stay with Trixie forever. Going back home after their sleepovers felt like a crash, like being dropped from something warm and safe into something cold and gray. They weren’t even ten yet, but they already knew what it meant to feel hopeless.Sometimes, Shane would bring home women the boys didn't recognize. They'd hear and see things, things they didn't yet understand.They saw nudity, sex, alcoholism, and even drugs. On a few occasions, a drunk and high Shane would let them take a hit from his blunt or take a sip of his beer, making them think it was okay. Other times, he'd beat them for doing that same thing.
Gnash developed a hobby for drawing, scribbling scary monsters and blood. Griff wondered about this at the time, asked him why he only drew scary stuff and Gnash would just shrug.While his brother drew, Griff started writing stories in old, soda-stained notepads. Home wasn’t a good place. Loud, scary, and full of tension, so writing became his escape. While Gnash would sit beside him, drawing monsters and crudely drawn blood, Griff would fill page after page with stories inspired by the dark things his brother sketched.Being fed so scarcely pushed the twins, more specifically Gnash, to new extremes when sneaking food from the pantry got harder to pull off. They'd play in the backyard, drawing things with sticks in the dirt and making mudpies, even eating them despite how disgusting it was. While outside together one day, Gnash saw a squirrel scavenging the yard. He pounced on it, tearing into it with his teeth, ravenous and chewing and swallowing and enjoying it. It filled his stomach enough to calm his nerves.Griff was disturbed by this, he never saw it coming. He'd panic, frantically ask Gnash 'What the hell are you doing', tell him to stop, but he knew his brother was justified in doing it. What else would they do, starve to death? Watching Gnash devour the poor animal made him realize something: his brother was strong, much stronger than he could ever be. He was a fighter, only doing what he could to survive. Griff thought he was badass for that and didn't have the guts to do the same despite Gnash's offerings to try it.When it came to school meals, they were lucky if they got to secure even a small ounce of food at the canteen. Trixie would give them money for it, but they didn't see her often enough to be able to eat every day during lunch.When the twins weren't able to buy food at school, they'd bring something small from home, usually some crackers they'd split together.And when they couldn't buy food or bring food, Gnash would try to steal from the other kids despite Griff's warnings that it won't work. Or if he felt desperate enough, Gnash would ask politely if a classmate could share. Sometimes they would, most times they wouldn't. Many kids viewed the twins as dirty, poor, and gross. They were the type of kids that snooty parents would warn their own about, and so most kids their age refused to befriend them.One day, when the twins (nine years old here) were starving to the point of being completely on edge, Gnash bit a classmate for refusing to share with him and Griff. It was a nasty bite, too, sure to leave a scar.The twins both got in trouble for this at school and at home. By bedtime, they were slipping into their mildew-scented blankets, covered in bruises and abrasions, stomachs still growling.As they lay there, they realized the hunger was unbearable, gnawing at them from the inside. Gnash could hear Griff’s shallow breaths, both of them wide-eyed in the dark. They hadn’t eaten anything that day aside from a few saltine crackers when they first woke up.They huddled close, seeking what little warmth they could find in each other, both of them too exhausted to cry.'Tomorrow,' Gnash would tell him.Griff never responded, but the way he pressed closer told Gnash he was thinking the same thing. Tomorrow felt so far away, and tonight all they had was each other. The way it's always been.

CHAPTER 1: Somewhere, Maybe Someday

The year was 2004. Griff and Gnash were 15, and by now, the abuse had dulled into something like background noise. Constant, expected, no longer shocking. The bruises didn’t sting like they used to, and the yelling barely registered unless it came with the sharp snap of a belt or bottle.They were still painfully thin, with Griff appearing especially gaunt, his refusal to eat animals like Gnash only worsening his frailty.Gnash’s hair hung in long, unwashed strands that reached his shoulders, wild and heavy, like it hadn’t seen scissors in years. He wanted it much shorter, sure, but haircuts cost money, and that was something they never had. Shane wasn’t about to lift a finger to help, either.Griff’s hair was shorter and a bit tousled, with a soft, fluffy texture. He’d cut it himself, not perfect, a little uneven in places, but passable enough.They still wore their father’s old clothes, which were still a bit too big for them, but they fit much better now than when they were younger. The oversized shirts and worn-out jeans no longer hung off their frames like they did when they were kids. Gnash had developed a preference for baggy clothes, while Griff was the opposite, but he dealt with what he had.Sleepovers with Trixie couldn't happen anymore——she moved to America to attend college, but she still kept in contact and helped from a distance when she could. They missed her a lot.The twins didn't cry anymore. They didn’t flinch anymore. Not when their father's fists came down, not when the threats turned cold and cruel. They just looked at each other, Griff with his steady, unreadable stare, Gnash with his fire barely restrained, and endured it like they always had.They still shared a bed, simply a mattress atop the stained carpet, springs poking through in spots, the fabric stiff and worn from years of use and neglect. No frame, no sheets, just a threadbare blanket and each other.Gnash always sprawled out, taking up too much room, while Griff lay on his side, letting his brother take up a good portion of the space they had. They'd huddle close for warmth, idly cuddling. Sometimes, in the dead of night, Gnash would feel Griff’s hand brush his, a silent check-in. Still here. Still breathing. Still his brother.School wasn’t as rough as it had been when they were younger. They didn’t have friends, but they didn’t have any real enemies either. They were just there, quiet, distant, unnoticed.A less-than-conventional friend found them; their literature teacher, Mrs. Hayes. A married, kind-faced woman in her late twenties with light brown hair that curled softly at her shoulders, everything except her bangs always held back with a white headband. She spoke with a gentle warmth, her smile always inviting.For Griff and Gnash, her class quickly became their favorite, partially because they both had a knack for reading and writing, but mostly because she treated them with genuine kindness.It was rare for adults to speak to them with warmth, let alone see potential in them. But Mrs. Hayes did. She praised their essays in front of the class, smiled when Griff would raise his hand, and left soft compliments scrawled in red pen in the margins of their papers. She gave them attention, sincere, focused attention, and for two boys who had been emotionally neglected most of their lives, it meant everything.She thought Griff's writing skills were beautiful, describing it as 'raw' and 'real', and though Gnash specialized more in art, she thought his writings were just as amazing. She'd stop the boys after class to tell them so directly, telling them she saw them. She could see that they'd been through a lot for such young boys, and that made itself apparent in their writings.She spoke to them in a tone that hit something deep inside, offering a kind of attention they weren’t used to. It was predatory, and they had no idea.A hand that lingered a little too long on a shoulder, words delivered in a hush. Soon enough, the twins began to feel flustered.One time, she asked the twins to stay after class again, under the guise of going over their essays on The Great Gatsby. As usual, she showered them with compliments about their work, but this time, her attention seemed different. Her gaze landed on Gnash's messy, unkempt hair, and her gentle fingers threaded through the strands, telling him, 'you should let me braid this sometime', offering a soft, playful smile, her voice holding an intimacy that didn’t quite belong in the classroom.The comment, along with the lingering touch, made the twins exchange an uncertain look. There was an unspoken tension between them, a quiet shift that neither could ignore.The walk home from school that day was filled with laughter and obscene jokes and fantasies; she wanted them. They weren’t oblivious. At 15, maybe they didn’t know everything, but they felt the change. She was flirting with them.Soon, things crossed a line and Griff and Gnash lost their virginity to her.They were elated afterward, practically glowing with a mix of thrill, pride, and a newfound sense of maturity. For once, they felt wanted, seen in a way no one else had ever bothered to see them. Their backs stood straighter, they wore confident smirks, carried a newfound swagger in their steps. They didn’t view it as something shameful or wrong. To them, it was something to brag about. Something that made them feel wanted, powerful even.And if it ever came up in conversation with peers, they would brag about it.To them, it wasn’t predatory. It was attention. It was affection. It was someone finally seeing them and thinking they were special.They had no idea how dangerous the situation was or how wrong everything that had happened truly was.When the new school year began, Mrs. Hayes no longer spoke to them. It was jarring, confusing in a way neither Griff nor Gnash knew how to process. Just months ago, they felt like something to her, like secret boyfriends, like they mattered. Now they were nothing more than two more faces in the crowded halls. She didn’t meet their eyes. She passed them without so much as a nod.At first, they made excuses for her in hushed tones. Maybe she was busy, maybe she was being careful, but as weeks passed and the silence stayed, it sank in. They weren’t special. They were discarded.It left the twins with some great disappointment, maybe a little heartbreak too, but they tried to shrug it off.Even after it all, the twins never saw what happened with Mrs. Hayes as abuse. To them, it didn't feel like coercion; it felt like something they chose. Something they were proud of. What they didn’t know was that they weren’t the first, and they wouldn’t be the last. With every new school year came a new target, another boy caught in her web, used and forgotten. Rinse and repeat.Griff and Gnash were just one stop in her cycle. Unfortunately, they never realized they’d been victims too, which is probably for the better.

CHAPTER 2: If Life's a Game of Inches, Then My Dick Has Been the Biggest

Life remained relatively the same after Mrs. Hayes. They were in year ten of school now, home life was still miserable, food was still scarce, their bodies still concerningly thin, and Griff was still even thinner than his other half.Gnash still ate rodents and birds and the like. Griff still didn't.It worried Gnash; he could see how poor his brother's health was. He would crouch down in the backyard, devouring a mouse, the entire lower half of his face covered in blood, and beg Griff with glossy eyes, “Y’gotta. Please, Griffy. You’re sick,” offering the carcass to him with trembling hands.And finally, Griff gave in as tears welled up in his eyes.Sure, it wasn't healthy, but it was food regardless. It was something when they had nothing.At this point, Shane was still the same drunk they had always known, if not worse. Seeing him sober had become a rare occurrence, something that seemed to happen only once in a blue moon. He would go to work, come home, and drink till belligerence.The twins would still get harshly yelled at and beaten if they snuck food from the pantry, but it would never truly stop them. If anything, they grew a little defiant, most notably Gnash.Gnash would talk back to Shane, hurl insults, even try to fight back against his beatings——but no matter how much he pushed back, it never made a difference. If anything, it only made things worse. Shane would hit him harder. Despite Gnash’s youth and fire, their father’s strength still far outweighed his. Gnash was thin, underfed, and ultimately no match.Things came to a head one cold, brittle night, when Griff, desperate with hunger, made the mistake of sneaking into the kitchen. He moved quietly, careful not to wake their father, digging through their hidden stash beneath the sink for a small microwavable cup of macaroni and cheese.Shane didn't stir until Griff pressed the buttons on the microwave .The light flicked on. Heavy footsteps followed. Shane's fury came quick, his drunkenness making him even more volatile than usual. Before Griff could react, Gnash had stepped in front of him, instinctive and protective. He took the blame without hesitation, claiming he told Griff to do it, trying to shield his brother the only way he knew how. Gnash and Shane fought verbally back and forth, hurling insults.“You’re yelling over a macaroni cup,” Gnash spat. “Grow the fuck up.”Griff’s eyes widened. He stood frozen by the sink, looking like a deer in headlights.“The fuck did'ja just say to me?” Shane stepped forward, beer bottle in hand. Gnash didn’t flinch.“I said you’re a bitch,” Gnash said. “You’re mad ‘cause ya drank yourself stupid again and now there’s one less macaroni cup for your fat ass.”There was silence for a second. Shane’s eye twitched.Then the crash of glass.The beer bottle cracked against Gnash’s head with a sickening crunch that split the glass and opened his skull in one blow. Gnash collapsed, blood already pooling beneath his head, but Shane wasn’t finished. He wrapped his calloused hands around the boy’s neck and squeezed, holding him up off the ground.Gnash thrashed, feet desperately kicking at his father's shins and hands clawing at his wrist, movements growing weaker by the second.Griff could only stand frozen in terror, his voice cracking as he cried, "Please stop, you're going to kill him," hot tears streaming down his cheeks, but Shane wasn't stopping. He wasn't going to until Gnash stopped moving.Instinct took over. Griff quickly grabbed a heavy cast-iron skillet from the stovetop and struck Shane in the head with it. Once. Twice. Hard.The impact was enough to knock Shane to the ground, unconscious, maybe dead, it didn't matter.Gnash fell to the floor for a second time, gasping, his throat bruised red and purple, blood in his hair, eyes wide with shock.Griff rushed to his side, holding his brother's bloodied face and begging for him to stay awake. Gnash could only groan and hiss in pain, weak hands reaching up to loosely grab at Griff's jacket.Griff wasted no time in dialing 000, and before long, both an ambulance and the police arrived, hurrying to Gnash's aid and to question Griff.It turned out that the force of the skillet hitting Shane’s head was enough to kill him. Griff didn’t care, not at that moment. He wasn’t in trouble for it either. It was clear as day that if he hadn’t acted, his brother would have died.Griff stayed with Gnash in the hospital, never once leaving his side. Several times he broke into tears, quietly crying and telling Gnash how scared he was, how he thought he was going to lose him. Gnash couldn't speak for a short while, and he could only reach for his brother's hand and hold it, his thumb brushing over his knuckles. A reassuring gesture.Ultimately, Gnash was okay; the crack to his skull wasn't as severe as it could've been. No signs of brain damage, no brain bleed. After some scans, close monitoring, and stitches, he was okay to go home.But, if their father was dead, could they really go home?While the boys were at the hospital, police worked out a plan with Alice Wiley, their aunt, so that they could live with her.Griff and Gnash were elated. Not only did that mean they got to live with an aunt they liked a lot, but that meant living with Trixie too, who was already making plans to move back home from America.From there on, things really looked up for the two of them. Their father's death wasn't as troubling as it would be had it not been abusive, it just felt... only a tad bit depressing. They were orphans now.Alice was able to gain custody of the twins, and she and Trixie did their best to give them a better life than the one they'd known for far too long. New clothes, three or more meals a day, everything they could ever ask for.Alice offered them separate beds and rooms, but the twins politely declined, choosing instead to share a room and a bed——a much more nicer one. Sleeping separately just didn't sound right to them.Things were different. It was hard to get used to, they weren't scolded or yelled at for sneaking food anymore, they weren't beaten for the smallest reasons.Life felt worth living; it felt exciting.

You Got My Eyes

Griff and Gnash’s bond defies simple explanation. To anyone on the outside, it might seem strange, maybe even a little too close, but to them, it's their 'normal'.They have that classic twin connection people talk about, the kind where they can read each other without speaking, but with them, it’s something even deeper. It’s all-consuming, obsessive in a way that’s both tender and possibly unsettling. They’re a two-person universe, yin and yang, twin flames, soulmates without it even being romantic.They can’t stand to be apart for long, even brief separations trigger a kind of anxious unrest. They sleep in the same bed, always have, even as teens. As adults they still curl up close under the same blanket. They know each other's breathing patterns, the way the other shifts in their sleep, the unspoken language of glances and slight gestures.Idle touches are constant. Fingers brushing, knees knocking together under the table, a hand resting casually on a shoulder. It’s not conscious or performative; it’s a comfort thing, a tether. Physical closeness grounds them.Gnash is extremely protective, volatile even, when it comes to Griff's safety. He’s the type to snap without hesitation if he senses a threat near his brother, no matter how small. Griff, though quieter and more anxious, is just as protective in his own way. He fusses over Gnash constantly, making sure he eats, patching up wounds, smoothing out his hair. Their protectiveness is different in expression but equal in intensity, like a constant tug-of-war.There’s adoration there, raw and deep. They look at each other like they’ve survived something together; they have. Their shared pain, trauma, and isolation from the world around them only strengthened the bond between them. They don’t need anyone else, not really. As long as they have each other, they’re home.Gnash admires how Griff can keep such a calm, composed front, even when he’s clearly holding back darker impulses. Unlike his brother, Gnash struggles to keep his own temper and violent urges in check.Griff admires how brazen and bold Gnash is, he views him as strong, much stronger than himself. In a way, he really looks up to him.Their bond is so strong that even when having sex with someone, they prefer it when their other half is there too, tag-teaming. To them, it’s more fun that way. They enjoy taking control, especially over people who are weaker than they are, and they work together like it’s second nature. For them, it’s not just about pleasure, it’s about staying close, no matter what.Considering the horrors they’ve endured, the shared trauma and life experiences, it’s not surprising they ended up this way. To others, it might seem unhealthy, codependent, maybe even toxic, but it works for them. It’s what keeps them going. It's what makes them feel safe.

Hurt people? Hurt people!

The year was 2008. Griff and Gnash were 19 now, and compared to how things were when they were kids, life was finally good.By then, they moved to the States with Trixie, living near her in New York. They had a small apartment together, a one-bed one-bath. It was cheap, a little dinky, but it was theirs. Even still, they shared a bed.For a while, they worked at a small gas station to get bills paid. Rent was cheap, money wasn't too hard to come by, so things were good.Gnash was still very much a carnivore, but by then, he hadn't eaten a human. Yet.That started when the twins began messing around with making music. In 2008, they didn’t have real instruments, so Gnash messed with cracked versions of music-making software on their old computer. He figured out how to layer sounds, distort things, and even rip audio from horror movies or weird internet videos. He made loud, messy beats full of noise, bass, and heavy drums.Once he had a track, he’d write lyrics to go with it. Gruesome, violent, and sexual. The more twisted it was, the more fun he had. The songs weren’t meant to sound pretty, they were supposed to hit hard and make people uncomfortable.Gnash's voice was deep and raspy, and when he rapped over the tracks he made, he was surprised to find it actually sounded good. It gave the music a raw, gritty edge that worked. Griff was inspired by him and decided to try it too. His style leaned more toward metal and industrial, with harsh vocals, and he even taught himself to play guitar to really get into it. Their songs complemented each other, even with the differences. Griff's lyrics were no where near as vile as Gnash's, though he did assist in writing some of those more gruesome lyrics in Gnash's songs.Before they knew it, they made their first songs.

(In their universe, this was Gnash's first track. It's also his voice claim! Unfortunately I can't include Griff's as it's not on Soundcloud or Bandcamp, but in-universe, his first track was Pussy Liquor by Rob Zombie! That's also his voice claim)

The twins' music began to draw attention from a niche audience online, and as they continued creating and releasing more, their popularity within that scene grew.Soon, they were performing at small local venues, fans would travel from across the states just to see them live, and since they were nowhere near mainstream famous, the atmosphere stayed casual and fun. Griff and Gnash would hang out with their audience, chatting, signing records and prints, even autographing fans’ bodies.The attention was intoxicating they thrived on the adoration. They'd have one-night stands with groupies, throw after parties filled with hard drugs, alcohol, and sex, and revel in the chaos and excitement that came with it. The adrenaline of performing, followed by the wild nights, became a routine, something they craved just as much as their music. The lifestyle seemed to even feed into their bond, somehow drawing them even closer than they had been. It was fun.Though, one night while Griff and Gnash were having sex with a fan, a man their age, things went further than they ever had.Griff stood frozen in shock as Gnash, cock-deep in the young man, sank his teeth deep into his neck. The sound of flesh tearing echoed in the air, and Gnash's grip tightened as he bit down harder, more urgently, his mind clouded by the primal rush. The man struggled, causing Gnash to bite even harder and chew, eating his throat from the outside-in.Gnash pulled away when he'd gotten his fill, and only then did he realize what he'd done. Griff's jaw hung open, eyes wide.The man had long gone limp, blood still spurted from the wound as Gnash, still lost in the frenzy, barely registered the seriousness of the situation.Despite what had just happened, Griff wasn't mad, only panicked at the potential they could be in.And, despite that too, Gnash's cock twitched.

Nothing came of what happened. They covered it up, Gnash kept the body, and over time, he'd keep eating until nothing remained.The twins grappled with the realization of what this meant; they'd just covered up a murder, and not only that, Gnash was a cannibal.Gnash found himself craving human flesh more and more afterward, and they'd do it again, though it was planned the next time. Griff wouldn't let his brother do it alone, and if they were gonna do it, they were gonna do it right without a lick of evidence remaining.Two people cannibalized, then three, then four, and he kept going until they both lost count. They were all fans or people met at parties, faces they barely even remembered. They'd seduce them, fuck them, and Griff would stand by as Gnash tore into them.It wasn't only Gnash who got sexual pleasure from this, it was Griff too. He found the gore and depravity of it fun, attractive, exciting. A thrill.Griff was the smooth talker in these operations, while Gnash stood by, letting Griff do the talking. Then, when secluded, they'd strike. Suddenly, Gnash wasn't the only feral, deranged, and vicious one. Griff was just as disturbed and ruthless, he just knew how to hide it better.Some were unnerved by Gnash, sensing something wrong despite Griff's cunning cooing that everything was fine. Gnash got off on the fear he saw on his victim's faces.This didn't happen all the time, though. It was only when he ran out of human meat that they'd go hunt for more. Other times, raw meat they'd find at the store would suffice. Burgers and steaks, too, they were like snacks to Gnash, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of tearing into someone and devouring them.Sometimes their hunts wouldn't go exactly as planned, some would run, fight, scream, so they had to silence them.They began to try something new. When luring people for sex like sirens, Gnash wouldn't immediately eat them. They'd kidnap them, keeping them sealed away in a deserted underground cellar in the middle of nowhere. There, they'd set up cameras and equipment, livestreaming themselves, masked, as they would torture whoever they caught in their web. They earned money from this, but it wasn't for the money. It was for the fun of it.It was cruel, violent, and gorey. Gnash would slice off parts of their victims and eat it, all while they were still alive. Griff would slice open their somtachs, fingers playing with the gutspill. The twins would keep them there until they eventually died, and would move onto the next plaything.They would switch up their MO's, sometimes kidnap, sometimes just lure them back home for Gnash to eat. Sometimes they'd just have sex with their targets and that would be it, no violence. All depended on Gnash's appetite and what they felt like doing. Torturing people and covering it up was kind of a lot of work for them.And yet, they never stopped.At 36, in 2025, they're still at it. Still making music. Still performing in dark, sweaty venues packed with fans who worship the ground they walk on. Still picking through crowds for their next thrill, next meal.They’ve perfected the art of hiding in plain sight. Charming, talented, untouchable. Legends in the underground scene. Terrible human beings behind closed doors.They’ve made a life out of blood and music and they wouldn’t change a thing. As long as they have each other, things feel right in the world.

This Is A Life

Shane Wiley: The twins' father, a drunk, abusive, lousy excuse for a parent. He never wanted kids, and those feelings only festered as time went on. He blamed the twins for her death and never told the twins he loved them.Lorrie Wiley: The twins' mother who died giving birth, she only caught a glimpse of them before she passed. She was kind, fun, and was excited to meet her sons, a stark contrast to her husband. The twins felt indifferent about not having a mom, how could they mourn what they never had?Alice Wiley: The twins' aunt, their favorite (and only) cousin's mother. A quiet, sweet woman who adored her daughter and nephews. The twins loved sleepovers at her place.Morgan Wiley: The twins' uncle and Trixie’s father. Morgan came off as a bit intimidating but never treated the boys poorly. What they didn’t realize as kids, though, was that Morgan carried the same abusive streak as his brother, only he aimed it towards his wife.Trisha Wiley: AKA Trixie, the twins' cousin, was someone they loved deeply. She was like a rare beam of sunshine during the dark days of surviving under their father’s roof. Even as adults, their bond remains incredibly strong, she's likely the closest thing they have to a best friend, aside from each other.Grandma and Grandpa Wiley: The twins' paternal grandparents. Nothing's known of them, but considering how their sons turned out, they're probably not much better.

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NEW 04/24/2025: Added fun facts/trivia section to Gnash and Griff's pages!NEW 04/24/2025: Added 4 new images to the gallery!NEW 04/24/2025: Added 2 new images to the fanart gallery!04/23/2025: Fixed Twin Flames button on the homepage!04/23/2025: Here will contain timestamped updates with new art and information, or edits to the site! None at the moment!

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Below is all the lovely fanart I've received of the boys, I LOVE THESE and you should check them out, too! If I forgot one, feel free to DM me!

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• PLAYLIST OF THEIR VOICECLAIMS

• PLAYLIST OF GRIFF'S FAVS (top 6 are his most fav)

• PLAYLIST OF GNASH'S FAVS (top 6 are his most fav)

• PLAYLIST OF SONGS THAT ARE REFERENCED IN THIS SITE!

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Hi, I'm Malcifer or Minnie! I'm a 20+ year old autistic gay guy. As you probably know I make dark or problematic content. I'm extremely shy, so I'm kind of stepping out of my comfort zone in doing this!I have a QPP; Bones/@Mrbonessssss! He's my bestest friend and my bestfriendhusband.I love cats, seals, and I'm FIERCLY obsessed with music. I try to reference songs I love in almost everything I do, this site being an example!Not really about me, but a fun fact is that Griff and Gnash were kind of accidentally made? I was designing characters and made two variations of the same one because I couldn't decide which hairstyle I liked. Then I added the sharp teeth... then the different outfits... and then I told Bones I'm making them twin brothers LMFAO.I'm obsessed with me and Bones' OCs. Some are his, some are mine, and we have some shared ones! In general, Atticus, Ivan, and Taylor are my favorites. I also have a Taylor 'I <3 my girlfriend' keychain and his name on my wall x2. In real life. I'm not kidding.I can't think of anything else to add. Hopefully this was insightful! Here's a Yo-chan.

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Nothing here yet! Until then, for any questions about the twins, you can send to @mrbonessssss' askbox!

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