MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS

ghost (part six)

(trigger warning for violence, death/mentions of death, ghosts/demons, and mentions of demon summoning)

(i'm sorry for making a dumb story about the pocky challenge but fruity instead of doing this more)

(final chapter? idk. but this note will stay if it is)

(requested by everyone but especially I_is_madness)

Okay, so I don't even have to reminisce or delve too deep into the situation to know that everything leading up to this point was a very stupid idea. I never had a plan, and I didn't have one now; how I was supposed to find Frank was beyond me. I went into everything headfirst, because what else is someone being haunted by demons and ghosts supposed to do? When written, it makes me sound like an idiot, but you try dealing with the supernatural with little to no prior knowledge.

First, I thought I could try to have an epic battle with the demons by summoning them somehow, then finding out what was so wrong with me that they felt the need to entrap me in my own bedroom, which was now becoming a personal hell. While I'd already tried a Ouija board, I didn't want to become any more associated with evil than I probably already was.

Then I thought of just sleeping and seeing where that took me. I tried it, but I didn't dream. I just woke up like normal.

I did some research after that, attempting to find the best possible way to find the demons in your house. Before I'd thought anyone who wrote about this kind of thing would have to be completely nuts, but now I wasn't so sure.

After reading for a while, I came to a conclusion — and at last had a plan (for once in my life).

I went into the kitchen and got a knife, then ran back up the stairs. I locked the door. Ray and Mikey couldn't come in.

I turned off the lights. I really felt like I was going to throw up, and it felt like something was dragging its gnarly, wretched claws down my back. The room looked fuzzy, and there were patterns on the ceiling. The demons were catching on. I rubbed my eye with my free hand, then stepped into the bathroom. I grabbed the handles on the bathtub and cranked them. It felt difficult, rusty, which was unusual, because my house was not that old or broken. The water came out like sludge, black and hot and evil. The ghosts swirled around me, scratching me and making me feel itchy. They became more visible, and I had never seen such ugly faces before.

This was my first face-to-face meeting with their ringmaster, whose teeth were jagged and slotted into each other like a terrifying machine. His tongue was sharp and forked, and deep, baggy wrinkles gathered around his eyes and fleshy throat. I had to stop myself from gagging. I couldn't even look him in the eyes; his glare made my heart lurch and bleed.

His wide mouth extended up his cheeks, then near his forehead. He grinned as I brought the knife closer to my neck. This would be the end. One slash deep into my neck and I'd be done. A living, breathing organism: a human, with a mom and dad and brother and friends, and an unorthodox situation. It would really end just like that, through a horrifying lump of skin that could just be a hallucination... and a shiny white blade.

The water couldn't possibly be getting darker, but it did, and from it rose the person I'd wanted to see.

Frank's hands were fists that shook with rage as he collected all of the black water and shot it at the monster in front of me, who recoiled and shrieked like a banshee. Frank yelled in anger and I took the knife in my hand and delved it deep into the demon's chest and kissed the literal hell out of Frank.

I had slain a demon.

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When I got back, Mikey hugged me so hard I thought he might pop my eyes out. Ray was just confused, and immensely concerned, and hugged me too just as Mikey was about to pull away. I'd never seen either of them so emotional — never. I didn't know what to do with myself; I don't even know how to describe what I was feeling. Insanely proud of myself, and scared to death, with adrenaline running through my veins and shocking me. I felt like I was buzzing with energy. All the energy went into my emotions, and I nearly cried when Mikey hugged me, and then I'm pretty sure a tear slid out when Ray joined in, too. I sat with them on the couch for a while, just being there with them. I'd missed having a decently normal moment with them.

When I went to my room, Frank was just standing there, staring. I guessed he probably had some questions.

"Hey," I swallowed. I put my hands in my pockets. I never really know why I do that — habit, maybe? This time I think it was because I was awkward, and didn't want them to just hang by my sides. Or maybe because I didn't want to do anything dumb... I don't think simply hiding my hands somewhere stops that.

"Hey," he repeated. He stepped forward, wraithlike, pale. A reminder of our endeavor. He'd helped me so much, but in the end, I'd saved him. I felt accomplished beyond belief, and that took some of the weight off my shoulders. "So. The, uh, kiss."

That brought all that weight back. "Oh. Yeah." I inhaled deeply. "I think the demons were mad because they had a... moral code. I thought it would be triumphant."

"Demons have a moral code?" Frank laughed.

My face heated up embarrassedly. I internally chastised myself for being so stupid. "You know."

"Kind of," he said, and stepped forward again. Why did he like walking closer? It was freaking me out. "So you think the demons were homophobic, in essence," he said.

I shrugged. "I haven't done anything else particularly bad."

"So no strings attached, or...?"

I'd been waiting for that sentence, but I didn't want it now that it was coming out (pun unintended). "I guess— guess that... uh, what," I was really struggling here, "...whatever you want."

Frank looked at me wistfully, like he'd made a decision. "Could we do it again, then?"

Because I'm an imbecile, I nearly said, "What, the fighting demons part?" but instead just grabbed him and kissed him again, hard.

I'd probably have quite the array of mental disorders by the end of this, but I'd say this was a satisfying ending.

(was it?)

(THANKS FOR READING YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE)