(trigger warning for caps lock, language, religious themes [including an exorcism], the supernatural, violence, mentions of death, trauma/therapy stuff)
(great hoogly moogly it's all gone to shit!! now they're gonna fight some demons. bye)
(oh btw SOOOO many issues with tense changes, yeow. oh well)
{{what ray looks like in this fic above ^ if you'd rather imagine him 4 urself, don't look i guess :D}}
Frank
What the shit turds?!
Oh god. Oh fuck. This can't be happening. This is a dream! I'm asleep. If I just try to open my eyes really hard...
Nope. Perfectly conscious. Okay. Okay. Fuck.
So how the hell did this happen?! No idea. I finally got Christmas gifts for Gerard and Mikey, plus they're over for Christmas dinner. Everything seemed fine until motherfucking demons arrive. That's gotta be what they are, right? Whatever. This is crazy.
Weakly, being as loud as I can over the screeching and hissing of demon people, I ask, "Does anyone here know how to perform an exorcism?"
"No?" Gerard replied, though it sounded more like a question.
"Okay!" I try to be positive. We're gonna die. "Ray? You're the man of wisdom. What the fuck is going on here?"
"It's a cult!" Ray shouted back. "They used to meet under Frank's Catholic high school in secret before every member but one was given the death penalty. The dead ones have been reincarnated as demons and the living one has summoned them back to the world."
Everyone looked at him like he grew a third limb. "How do you know that?!" Mikey yelled.
"Research!"
As we talked (like morons), the demons began closing in on us. Some broke things: ripped up paper, broke fragile items, and paid special attention to our Christmas decorations. They destroyed almost all of them. So much for Christmas spirit.
"Hey," Ray noticed, "they're not breaking anything with a Christian symbol on it. Go get a cross. Maybe that scares them off."
Suddenly determined and sounding like a battle-numbed warrior, Gerard muttered, "I got this," and bolted for an ornament on our newly de-leafed tree.
He held up an ornament with a cross on it and said something in Latin: "Exsúrgat Deus et dissipéntur inimíci ejus: et fúgiant qui odérunt eum a fácie ejus. Sicut déficit fumus defíciant; sicut fluit cera a fácie ígnis, sic péreant peccatóres a fácie Dei!"
A demon that was about to snatch the Santa hat off my head (bastard) dissolved. So did the rest of them.
That was cool as fuck.
❆
Gerard
Okay, so I have no idea what the hell just happened.
It was like an out of body experience... like I was watching myself. Like I was possessed.
YOU ARE READING
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ONESHOTS
Fanfiction!!!! complete, no longer taking requests / eeeenjoy the depths of my mind (:
