(trigger warning for language, violence, religious themes [although this is a xmas story so i guess that's unavoidable], mentions of death, and the supernatural)
(honestly fuck fanfic. anyway here's the third part)
{{what frank looks like in this fic above ^ if you'd rather imagine him 4 urself, don't look i guess :D}}
Mikey
A rotisserie chicken will have to do. While I was at the supermarket, I also bought a pie. I'm taking quite the fucking leap doing this, you know. I'm honestly surprised I haven't broken down yet, but what'll be even better is if Gerard and Mom don't break down when I bring back Christmassy shit.
I pay for my things and drive back home. As much as I'd love for this to be a surprise, we all share one fridge. I can either rip off the bandaid and tell them now about my plan or have them notice the food and be ten times depressed and also maybe confused. I choose the latter.
"...Thaaaat doesn't look like cigs, Mikey," Gerard notes as soon as I walk back in. He must've been waiting for me. Damnit.
"Uh, yeah," I cough, placing the food down on the counter. I scratch the back of my head even though it isn't itchy. "I just thought... we could, uh... bring back some old family traditions. Y'know?"
My mom is a great mom, but she obviously isn't ready for this confrontation, and whispers some excuse to leave the kitchen while ditching us two.
Gerard, who is sitting on a stool by the counter, crosses his foot onto his knee. He cranes his neck back awkwardly and watches Mom go to her room. He looks worried. Then he turns to me.
Oh boy.
"I get that," came Gerard's reply, sounding pained. "I miss Christmas too." He lowers his voice, "But Mom clearly isn't ready to try that again. Not since Dad. We can bring this over to Frank and Ray's place and have our own... friend Christmas."
I exhale out all my worry. "Okay. Alright." I smile a little. "Thanks, Gerard."
He smiles back.
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Ray
I haven't slept. Or eaten. Or done anything other than stare at this godforsaken computer screen. I think the images of Donald Way's corpse are permanently burned into my retinas. I already have shit eyesight. So why do this to myself?
Because I'm going to save Christmas. Well, for Mikey and Gerard, anyway.
Though I doubt it, this non-stop researching could all be a wild goose chase. This could be a totally different Way, unrelated to Gerard and Mikey at all. Or... it could be a distant relative. Someone they don't really know at all that just happened to have died on Christmas Eve, the day they hate the most (tied with Christmas Day). I doubt it, but you never know.
Something weird I've noticed about these files, records, articles, etc., is that they fail to mention any further investigation of the... "accident." That's normal for basic news articles. Those who are not detectives (or in my case, detective in training [this is starting to sound like Nancy Drew]) aren't going to care if the police checked for fingerprints or anything. They just wanna know if it was an accident or not.
But I'm a detective, and other detectives, police officers, etc. are gonna wanna document that sort of thing. So why do the case files not include that necessary information?
Another suspicious tidbit: there's these photos of papers attached to the electronic files. They look to be at least a decade old. Most of it is blacked out, except for a location... Frank's old private school. That seems like the best place to go for more info.
This sounds to me like a major government conspiracy, and I won't rest until I've solved the puzzle.
"Hey, Frank?" I call. My voice is hoarse. That's not a good sign.
"Yeah?" his voice yells back semi-distantly.
"D'you remember where your old school is?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. The Catholic school?"
"Yup!"
He gave me the address. Then there was silence. "Why?"
"I'm gonna solve a case," I said proudly.
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Gerard
As promised, I'm driving Mikey over to Frank and Ray's apartment for Christmas dinner. They seemed really surprised when I called them and told them my idea. They didn't ask why we couldn't do it our house.
Something's up.
Whatever's going on, Mikey still has his chicken and his pie in his arms and we are still driving to their apartment. It'll be nice to finally enjoy the holidays again. Conflicting, but nice.
We arrive at the building and knock on their door. Frank welcomes us wearing a stupid Santa hat that's too big for his head. Cute dweeb.
Ray has a shit ton of stuff cooking and a fuck ton of food already on the table. He's the best cook I know. I look over to see Mikey feeling embarrassed about his store-bought food. Ray assured him it was okay.
We sit down to eat, smiles on our faces. Nothing could go wrong!
It went horribly wrong.
Fucking demons spawn from the ground and terrorize our Christmas dinner.
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I am writing this before I am sacrificed by the cult for treachery. I will never see my wife or kids again. I will never see the light of day. If you're reading this, close the case immediately. Blot out everything I've written here. They are too powerful for an army. They are too powerful for a military. They are too powerful for the US government and any other government combined.
This cult is taking over the world with a base that lies right under our feet. You can't stop them. Only avoid them.
I am never coming home.
(hey did u know frank's catholic school closed in 2017? me neither!!!! fun)
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