*Bully maguire voice* I'M BAAAAAAACK-
Anyhoo, this is for SleepInPeaceBruh because she asked for this a longgg time ago and I failed to deliver but not this time hope you like it darling <3 It is inspired by A, character ai and the madness it brings as well as a lovely pfp MIKESW1GGLUE once had 😌 This is very much a crack chapter literally and story wise UMMMM ANYWAY LET'S BEGIN-
1980
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, getting into bed beside the love of your life as he held you gently with a smile on his face.
"I love you so much," You whispered as you stroked his jet black hair gently.
"I love you too, more than you could ever know darling." Freddie kissed your head, holding you gently as you held him close.
"That was some party, wasn't it?" You rubbed your eyes, feeling exhausted from the long and certainly rambunctious party Roger had hosted the two of you got back from.
Freddie hummed and nodded with a tired grin, he was slightly drunk though he was definitely acting calmer than he usually did when he was intoxicated.
"You can say that again, I bet Rog is going to feel like death in the morning." He chuckled, burying his face in your neck.
"I know, really-"
You were cut off by a sudden squeak, you and Freddie both exchanging a glance.
"W-we never had a rat get in before have we?" You gulped.
"No, but Tom and Jerry will probably get it...Let's go see just in case." Freddie frowned, getting up and tip toeing downstairs with you right behind him.
You heard more squeaking, and as you followed the sound you nearly screamed at what you saw.
A rat, as you predicted, though this was no ordinary rat. There were sprinkles of blonde hair atop its head, it had almost humanlike blue eyes and there was white powder on its nose. How could a mouse take drugs-
"Wh-what kind of rat is that?!" You exclaimed.
Maybe you had drank more than you thought at the party, you couldn't just be tipsy, this had to be some disturbing hallucination you were having...
"Who are you calling a rat?!"
Freddie screamed in shock, clinging onto you in terror.
"D-D-Did that rat just...TALK!?" The singer shrieked, the two of you scared out of your minds at what must have been the shared nightmare you were having.
"Stop calling me a fucking rat! I just wanted crack!" The petulant high voice squawked, and a familiar petulant high voice it was...
"...Roger?" You croaked, you barely heard your incredulous laugh whilst your head spun trying to make sense of this hysteria.
"Yeah! Now get me some crack, boy girl."
"Who the FUCK are you calling boygirl?!" You blinked.
"Alright, alright. This is just some shared nightmare, it isn't real Y/N it can't be!" Freddie chuckled nervously.
"No one asked you carrot! Do YOU have any crack?" Roger or the rat or ratger turned his attention to your lover.
"CARROT!? Do I look like a fucking carrot to you?" Freddie scowled, looking like he wanted to stomp on the rodent that was somehow your drummer friend.
"Listen carrot, I don't care what you look like but I do care about me needing crack! I'm starting to lick the carpet I'm so desperate!" Ratger huffed.
This could NOT be real.
"This is insane, it isn't happening, I don't know what our minds are envisioning but it ISN'T THIS!" You snapped.
"I-it's just Roger..." Freddie said weakly.
"Even worse!" You facepalmed.
"Y/N do you think I like this? I have no fucking clue what's happening and honestly things could be worse! We could be stuck with Hitler junior or that bitch who couldn't accept my sexuality-"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE GAY, FREDDIE! YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND SHOULD KNOW THAT!" Mary yelled from her window, her voice laced with disgust.
"I'M BISEXUAL THANK YOU VERY MUCH, AND WE'RE PERFECTLY HAPPY TOGETHER SO FUCK OFF." Freddie glared as he led you away from the window and pushed the curtains to hide the window.
"Either way, we could be stuck with worse so Roger here is the least of our problems...sober anyway." Freddie swallowed, just as Ratger interjected.
"God, stop yelling and get me a fix, carrot! It's like that song of ours, stone cold crazy...but no, I've gone stone CRACK crazy!" Ratger whined.
"You're not getting any crack you little bitch, how can a rat even do that-" Freddie blinked.
"STOP CALLING ME A RAT CARROT! I MIGHT JUST DIE FROM THE LACK OF CRACK! IF I DO, I WANT A CRACKSTONE INSTEAD OF A HEADSTONE. CRACK IS WHAT WILL CARRY ME TO THE AFTERLIFE, YES! CRAAAAAAAACKCKCKCKCKCKCKCKCK!" Ratger screamed higher than he did on any of the falsettos he did for their previous albums.
"Oh NO." You croaked.
"OH YES, BOYGIRL! I WILL HAVE MY FIX! ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, YOU WILL GET ME MY CRACK! MY CRACCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
It was then that you awoke in a cold sweat, Freddie fast asleep next to you and Tom and Jerry by your feet.
Was...that real...?
You debated phoning Roger to check on him and see how he was holding up after the party, but decided that was the least of your concerns. For now, you needed sleep.
The end.
I'll start writing more- school has been torture life has been torture just torture really- Buttt here you go darling as promised sorry the wait took longer than hoped for 😌 I would put the picture this whole thing is inspired by but it's 1:08 and idk where I'd find that so ima go to bed whilst you all read this...thing. Ta ta lovies 😭😈
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Freddie Mercury imagines
FanfictionImagines and one shots about the legend himself who we all still love so much, (And with whom I have an incurable infatuation with,) Freddie Mercury :) Anyways, enjoy my dears! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!
