Green Day one shots (Discontinued)

Some backstory :0

I only briefly explained to you what Nick and Austin are, so I thought I'd elaborate on Nick with this one. This one is set in ✨21st Century Breakdown era.✨ It's told from his point of view.

Imagine a glass ball. Now imagine that radiating a pink light. It's pretty beautiful, isn't it? Yes, it is. Now, imagine it forming into a spirit of a person. That is how I was 'born.' I was inside someone--quite literally. The man was named Billie Joe Armstrong. The reason I was here was to cause him hell. No other reason. I observed his life from an angle, delighting in his emotional, physical, and mental pain. He had guilty pleasures, however. He dabbled in alcohol excessively, and took one too many of those pills. I swear, he was also a major slut. 

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I decided one day to take over the body. For just a few moments. It was hard to walk, since spirits move like those worms on a string. Once I gained my balance, I decided to explore the home. It looked very complex, yet very simple. There was a shed in the backyard, which I assumed held lawn tools.

I could hide things in there, and place the blame on him. I stared at his finger, noticing a ring. Oh. I forgot he had a fish for a wife. And those disgraceful dwarf clones of himself. The smaller clone approached me with a smile. He looked like he had something to say. "Hi." He waved at me.

"Hello, small clone." I greeted. He giggled and hugged my leg. I frown, "If you're trying to duplex me, you're not doing it right." He raised a brow. "Carry me!" I figured I should do as the child said, carrying him like a sack of potatoes down the stairs.

"I have to...go shopping. Tell your mother that." He ran off, and I searched the shoe rack for boots. No fancy boots?? The fuck? I just substituted his brand-new flats, putting on that top hat, and the black jacket. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, humming as I made my way outside. 

Was it sunset? Yes, it was. But I didn't care. I was out for that sweet, dark red substance. I hid the knife in my pocket, hiding the handle under my jacket. It took me awhile, but I reached the town. Perfect. I looked around, observing the people from afar. Would be a shame if someone were to...get murdered. Billie begged and begged me not to do it, but I would. No matter what! But I couldn't do it out here. I risked blowing my cover! So I just decided to go to the park. Since the sun went down, not many people were here.

I eventually got to murder a young woman. I'd say she was in her early twenties. Once I had my little fun and hid the body, I made my way back home. Of course, like most husbands, he had a fucking curfew. And I surpassed it by two hours. I came in the door, leaning up against it. I then relinquished control to Billie. He got scolded at by his rat---I mean, wife---for staying out too late and the blood on his hands. 

Billie was upset--I could tell. He wasn't allowed to sleep on the ginormous bed I wanted to have to myself. He was banished to the couch. He was vulnerable now. He could think of himself as some sort of murderer, and he would be too afraid to show his face to the world. He'd probably quit his little band and hide from the law. This was paradise. After the fight between those two, Billie started seeing Mike, then filed for divorce from the witch. I remember taking over for three seconds just to flip her the bird from the rearview. 

I would torment this new boyfriend as well, I decided, and tear them apart. I'd manipulate him into doing so. But, in doing that, I created something much more...

Austin.

Did you like it? I most certainly hope so. There! Are you less confused about Nick? No? Too bad. Anyway, bye. -Spazz

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