Chapter 7: Arachnophobe

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~Gerard/Party Poison's POV~

I wasn't really appalled that Ghoul was gay. I'd sort of hoped/inferred that he was from the way that he carried himself. Not like an obvious one, but more the way that he just... was. I know that most people wouldn't have understood it, but being one myself, I knew that he just was.

Of course, it had to be bad luck that the moment he tells me, I see a huge fuckin' spider crawling on the wall right near his head, right around the same level as his eyes. I can see that he's tearing up, but I can't say anything. I'm not deathly afraid of spiders, but they're just... kinda gross at a close range.

"S-Sorry, Poison." His head hangs and the thing moves again. I hear a high-pitched whine and realize it's coming from me. Ghoul looks up and, seeing my pale face, realizes it's no longer him that I'm looking at, but the spider that he now sees. I can visibly see the blood drain from his already pale face as he freezes. I then remember seeing the scorpion tattoo on his neck. Also, there were various ones on his arms and hands and back, but I'll get to those later, trust me.

"Poison." His voice is tight and just like that, he's on his feet and he's run to the other side of the room, dragging me with him. I realize then that he must have arachnophobia- he's afraid of spiders and scorpions. He's crying, but I don't think that it's because he thought I thought he was a freak or anything. I think now it's because of the spider. He's got a hold on my arm and I wrap an arm around his shoulders, calling out for Jet-Star, who comes in.

"Yeah, Poison? Whoa, what's wrong with Fun Ghoul?" He looks at the trembling person in my arms as I quickly explain. Really, I don't explain at all.

"Spider. He's an arachnophobe." Jet nods slowly, his mouth forming into a silent O. He asks where the spider is and I point to the far wall while Ghoul cowers behind me. It's adorable, really, and with my arm around him, it seems as though the past events didn't even happen. I really was okay with Ghoul being gay. Hopefully, that upped my chances. Then again, I think while looking at him, maybe not.

"Hey, Ghoul?" I'd been holding him for a few hours. He was visibly shaken. Hopefully he would be able to overcome the fear sooner or later, because out here in the desert, spiders were... well, they weren't common, but you found them a bit more often than at a proper house.

"Y-Yeah, Poison?" I tilt his chin up and look into his green eyes. I'd never really noticed them before now, I hadn't really had a proper chance to look at them. He blinks a few times before I lean in to whisper in his ear,

"I am, too."

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