He was supposed to be okay. Gerard thought sadly to himself as he watched Frank pull the trigger.
He was supposed to come out alright.
The bullet shot past him.
He was always a bad shot.
Gerard cursed himself for letting himself get his hopes up. For thinking that he'd come back and Frank would be totally himself, still the goofy, loving, passionate, boy Gerard had fallen deeply in love with. Instead he saw a cold, unyielding, slightly confused, robot that BLi was controlling. Even Mikey seemed slightly different. Of course he was, it had been 12 years since they last saw each other. Gerard would be a fool to think that everything would still be the same. Frank continued firing, and continued missing.
"WHY CANT I KILL YOU ASSHOLE?!" Frank screamed at Gerard.
"Oh uh you're a horrible shot." Gerard said miserably. That's exactly what he was. Misreable. Frank had become a robot, he had become something that a Fun Ghoul would have killed on the spot.
I'm so sorry Fun... I failed you.
Mikey looked shocked at Frank.
"o-oh." Mikey said, confusion and sadness filling his voice. Mikey pointed his ray gun at Frank and shot the gun out of his hands. Frank yelped and jumped back. Frank was terrified.
How did these guys survive?!.....AND WHERE IS THE DAMN BACK UP?!
These were Franks last thoughts before he felt something heavy hit the back of his head and he blacked out.
"Sorry Frankie." Bob said apologetically as Frank crumpled to the desert floor. Gerard stared at the unconscious Frank and felt millions of emotions rip through his body like knives.
Do you miss me? Cause I miss you.
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My Chemical Ferard
RandomFrank Iero is a crow for BLi (proudly so) bad his lives couldn't get any better. Having no memory of ever being with the killjoys, he adapts well to civilian life. At least, until Party Poison crashes back into his life riding on a spaceship with a...
