Patrick Stump Imagines

Wait, This Isn't The Street Where We Began

A/N: The last record holder of most puns in a chapter is 'Lost It To Trying', and I'm trying to beat that record. This is going to be the weirdest chapter, too, so yeah. Also, enjoy that picture up there of baby FOB.

You'll have to watch a LOT of FOB/MCR/P!ATD to be able to get this chapter, and I put some other references in there wherein they belong to other bands or a lead singer's solo career.

So, here's a dare. Comment everything/the song title I made a reference to! Have fun!

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• Your POV •

I woke up next to the man which I suppose is my love, but something felt pretty odd. There was something different, different from my love for him yesterday.

His eyes fluttered open and smiled at me, and I, forcing a smile back at him. "Hey baby. Good morning."

"Good morning, Patrick." His former-happy facial expression scrunched into a sad one as he heard his name come out of my mouth and not some stupid pet name.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I sighed and told him my answer even if it was highly against my will. I know that what I'll say was bad news.

"I don't love you like I did yesterday," I finally said. He sighed as well and laid back down on the head.

"If that's the case, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday." He stood up from the bed and went to go brush his teeth, then going downstairs, me following shortly. I strolled down the stairs, seeing Patrick opening the door to the spare room we have perplexedly while the door casted a purple aura. I went to check what it was, but a huge forehead came behind us and pushed us into the Wonderland-like world.

"Next time, learn how to close the goddamn door!" the figure said as it heavily closed the door, leaving Patrick and I alone together as we breathed in the succulent smell of food lingering around the city. What was this place anyway?

I read the nearest sign. Hollywoodland.

Well, that's a weird name to give your city. I raised my eyebrow at the scene. There was an arms race going on in front of the hotel that, according to the sign, was called 'Hotel In NYC'.

There were blue rabbits wandering around, and some were even--no. Just. No.

Besides the rabbits, some guy was walking around with antlers on his head.

Patrick took my hand and whispered "I'm a nervous wreck" in my ear. I looked at him and further explored the city, until a huge parade caught our attention. Everything was black, and some familiar piano piece was playing.

We ran from the eerie parade and ended up in front of a palace which seemed to belong to Queens Brendon and Gerard. We entered the guard-less palace and saw some forehead guy, shaking hands with a guy named Esteban, according to his nametag. "Thank you, may God bless you," forehead guy said.

He reminded me of Brendon, Patrick's friend. He faced us with a scowl on his face, and asked rudely what we were doing there.

"We're here to ask what we're doing here, too." Patrick grinned. Forehead guy didn't seem to like it, so he commanded one of his goons to send us both into the coliseum, where we will face some enemies and try to kill them.

We both sighed as the crowd cheered, with me and Patrick tied up and pushed into the huge arena with three other guys in gladiator outfits. Patrick, however, was given this tool by an unknown man in a hoodie.

The huge enemy emerged from the other entrance of the stadium, sending waves of anxiety throughout my body. The four tried to attack him, but due to their shortness, got knocked out easily. Their comeback was when they used their tools to create some kind of weapon that shot the enemy's head. They did a victorious dance as a look of dismay spread across the face of the queen, but soon turned into a smirk. Another enemy walked in, obviously stronger than the last. The four looked at each other in unison and ran out of the coliseum as fast as they could, me following Patrick.

"Woah, we're like lions free of the coliseums," the blond guy said, the four of us breathing out heavily.

"Literally. I've gone through so much that the only thing I probably haven't done yet is die," Patrick said.

A guard ran to us which caused Patrick and I to run farther, leaving the three others to be eaten or whatever. That blond guy looked like pizza, anyway.

We ended up in front of a merry-go-round, with four odd-looking guys playing instruments on top. We approached the yellow one who oddly looked a lot like Patrick.

"Well, hello there! Welcome to Hollywoodland! I'm Dr. Benzedrine, selling some medicines for only $20, but side effects cause nosebleeding. I hope you enjoy your stay!" I thanked him for the welcome, but I couldn't help not staring at the bright yellow hat on his head and the lipstick on his plump lips. He pulled us to meet his three friends, namely Horse Shoe Crab, Mr. Sandman and Donnie the Catcher.

I was in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Sandman who never lost his smile when a monkey appeared at my back, one tackling Patrick and the other, taking Patrick's fedora and bringing it to who-knows-where. I gasped at all the monkeys and planned to have fun with them, but three figures emerged from nowhere, looking oddly satanic.

One was red and had wings and looked like Satan with huge horns, one had a hook for a hand and blood smeared over his face as if he was trying to save rock and roll for the past century or so and the last one was an emo vampire.

Once again, Patrick and I ran from the horror and ended up in an ice cream shop with an eye on one of the flavors. We both looked at it in disgust as four chipmunks entered, looking just like 2007 Fall Out Boy. They were murdered shortly after some psychopath blue deer pulled the whole restaurant, but luckily, Patrick and I ran away from the scene, saving ourselves.

Some guy that had red hair and looked a lot like that guy from the Black Parade walked up to you, saying you had until 11 in the afternoon to get out of here or get stuck here forever.

"What time is it?" I asked Patrick. He looked down at his watch weirdly then at me.

"Nine in the afternoon. We're falling apart to half time, let's go!" he announced as my eyes widened to possibly the size of the moon. I pulled his hand and ran for like, the fifth time today and ended up in a maze where some kid that had an American flag painted on his left part of his face and some ballerina girl dancing to a beat on her mini jewelry musical thingy. We tried walking out of the maze, but I thought that it was hopeless. We were probably going to be dead!

I closed my eyes and opened them, revealing a street where our journey began, like nothing changed at all.

"We're back," I breathed. Patrick sighed a frustrated moan as we walked on the right way, since there were two. There were a bunch of aliens who seemed hesitant on this street, and a basketball court with four dorks desperately trying to shoot a ball with this pug.

A water balloon came out of nowhere, along with a naked guy showing his you-know. Patrick and I ran, then tripped on something.

Patrick and I woke up in our beds, out of breath.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked, checking his body if anything happened to him.

"We went to Hollywoodland in our dreams." I sighed.

"I guess that's enough coffee for now," he said. I chuckled at him, and also at the fact that a dream we had was weird enough to be made into a Patrick Stump Imagine.

"Yeah. After all, coffee's for closers."