I believe in haunted supremacy anyways enjoy this chapter I'll try to make it a bit longer
Tw: fight song
Patrick looked up to see the strange boy offering his hand to him as he lay helpless on the ground. He had unwashed blonde hair and glassy blue eyes with patched jeans and a yellow cardigan. Patrick gratefully accepted his hand and stood up. He noticed that he was only a few inches taller than him.
"Hey! Name's Kurt" he said.
"Patrick" he sniffled , wiping tears off of his flushed cheeks.
"Let's get you to the bathroom to clean you up" Kurt said leading him to the bathroom. The two boys walked into the bathroom and Kurt offered Patrick a hit from his Juul.
"No thank you, I like to keep myself healthy" Patrick said as he washed the running mascara off his face. "And my dad would kill me." Kurt shrugged and continued to vape.
"Why were you on the floor" He asked after a long moment of silence.
"B-b-b-b-b-b-bo Burnham" Patrick said solemnly.
"That guys a fucking asshole" Kurt giggled blowing out more vapor. The scent of menthol filled the boy's bathroom.
"Whose a fucking asshole??" A random voice shouted. Kurt rolled his glass blue orbs and let out an annoyed sigh. Patrick guessed he was sick of dealing with Bo's shit too.
"Oh my god, Bo get the fuck out" Kurt groaned.
"I run this bathroom you fucking emo" Bo retorted. He stomped over to Kurt and stood over him. Kurt did not seem to be phased by Bo's menacing stature.
"You don't run shit, piss boy" he said blowing vapor in his face.
"Is that my fucking Juul" Bo roared angrily as the realization hit him.
"Sure is" Kurt taunted.
"Give it back"
"Or what"
Those might as well been Kurt's last words. Bo chased Kurt through the bathroom, screaming obesities and throwing thing at him. The situation was terrible. Patrick ran out of the bathroom, slamming into the girl from earlier on his way out.
"Dude what the fuck" she groaned throwing her cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with her Mary Jane heel.
Patrick bolted away from her, feeling that he had moved from one bad situation to another. He hid out in an abandoned classroom. This school had many of these because it offers a convenient place for the characters to bang or have an angst moment. His small body curled up in the corner of the room. He began to cry softly. He heard the door open and slam shut. Dammit he thought Not fucking Bo.
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down at a graffitied desk. He had finally gotten away from Bo. And with his juul at that. Speaking of his juul he reached into his cardigan pocket to grasp for it only to come back empty handed.
"FUCK MY JUUL" Kurt screamed a bit too loudly. Looks like he was going to have to hatch a plan to get it back from the tall piano playing bastard.
"What happened?" Patrick sniffled meekly.
"The fucker stole my goddamn juul" Kurt steamed angrily.
"Oh no" Patrick said playing with his lacy socks.
"And your gonna help me get it back" Kurt said with a devilish smirk.
Patrick silently cursed himself for getting involved with this little shit who was obviously up to no good.
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