Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Three A Crappy Rope

It's moments like this in a story where our character comes to a 'fork in the road' when either one thing or a bazillion other things could happen. This, however, is not one of those things, it's more like a knife in the road, or a churro. Mm, churros. Because I'm the author of this shitty fan fiction, and what I say goes, and you are going to meet Francis of the Filth and probably at one point have a really weird sexual experience with him.

Anyway.

On with the story.

After a couple of seconds, you saw the silhouette of a couple of heads. The ones on peoples necks of course! You couldn't really make out the faces at all. Then one of them looked to the other and said "b0ss, it a pUssi!" Somehow you could tell they were saying something completely different, but still could not make it out.

"Holy shit of the sun! Do you need to get out of there? Pink guy, get the rope!"

     You heard a grunt, then what seemed to be a rope was tossed you a rope being weighed down by a sack of dildos. This sack hit you in the head, and like every Fanfiction ever, this minor head trauma knocked you out cold.

Although your memory was spotty from the events that took place after that, you do remember being carried away, but your eyes hurting from so much light that you closed your eyes where everything went black again. You then remember hearing screeches and the smell of something really good. But finally, you woke up in a clean linen bed in a dim room. The walls were white, the floor was tile, all there was was your bed, a bathroom, and a desk with a tablet on it. You walked over to the tablet, and noticed you wore clean white cotton pants, unlike the burlap you usually wore to cover your exposed human parts. You touched the tablet, and suddenly the screen lit up, and a voice began to speak.

"Welcome to the Realm 6.2 initiation program, where we teach you about everything you need to know to not die a horrible death in this realm, now, this program caters to your situation, so we are fully aware of what you may or may not know about the new, awful world around you. Now, get comfortable, and let's begin."

To put it simply, the whole process was agonizing, it told you a bunch of stuff you had already known, books and shit, because aren't you just SO clever. But, you were still able to learn a couple tidbits about the dimensions of the realm you were in as well as the other dimensions. You were especially excited about the internet and stuff, because you were so fucking done with books. After spending a day in the program, you were given a sackful of your belongings and a few thousand chromosomes to get you started in the real world.

You were able to land a job in a mini-mart, even though the only thing you were able to put on your resume was "Good in dark places" "Afraid of falling objects" and "Good with small flying mammals". With the money you were able to rent a one room apartment. It was a bit small, but you enjoyed that. Unfortunately, the reason the apartment so so fucking cheap was the fact that the neighbors were so agonizingly noisy, and the smell in the hallway always smelled of curry.

Despite this, you had managed to make it through a whole month in this new life without breaking down into insanity. You were able to bring Lucaz with you, but he usually slept all day and then leave through the window at nightfall. It was your day off, and you decided to check out the dimension, since you had hardly stepped out of your apartment other than work-related stuff.

The moment you stepped out of your apartment however, so did one of your your neighbors, he was yelling, and almost immediately you recognized the gravely, throat cancerous voice.

"Fuck."