Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Thirty Five Hallways Something

            You didn't say anything to anyone after punching Frank in the face. No one seemed to really be affected by this, and said bye to you as you left. You felt numb as you walked down the familiar sidewalk, as if your brain was on hold, the only thing you could really manage was walking down the pathway to go home. The only thought that did flicker through your mind, however, was how fucking impressive you must punch! Like jesus christ! One punch was all it took to knock him out, you should get into boxing or something. As you had guessed, it only took you a half an hour after slow walking to get back to your apartment. You closed the door as you entered the somehow freezing room, slumping against the door.

   As you the reader are probably a bit confused, or perhaps you aren't, or something, either way if you've managed to get through all these chapter of this shitty story, as the 'author' I'll try to explain it to you through EXPEDITION.

....

Exposition.

I MEANT EXPOSITION ALRIGHT?!

DON'T JUDGE ME LIKE MY PARENTS DO.

Anyway-

   Why did he do all this? This whole thing of making up a trip, playing with your emotions just enough with the hand thing and the gun in his mouth so he could take advantage of you? A grand ruse it was. That train ride probably wasn't overnight, but actually a few hours, and went to whatever place and back. You wanted to cry a bit. But why? You had known this guy was an asshole from the start. And this wasn't the first time you had punched him in the face. But then the wanting to cry was replaced with a need to distract yourself.

    You rummage through your porn, only to realize you've read all this stuff. Wow. It only took about two month and already the one shelf full was now read. You'd go on your iPad to find some new material, but you didn't have any wifi, and you hadn't been able to copy n paste any fan fiction onto your notes. You slipped into a fresh pair of hoodie and jeans, effectively hiding your lycra, grabbed your wallet to go down to Tj's store. You saw that the sign said that they were out for a lunch break, but you just know that meant Tj had ordered some Papa john's and was just in the back playing Warframe or some shit. So you opened it, regretting what you saw.

     You seemed to have walked in a little show Salamander Man was putting on for your friend, who was currently cladded in what appeared to be a German solider uniform, trench coat and all. Upon seeing you Salamander Man jumped off of Tj, running into the corner to make little panicked salamander noises. Tj remained seated in the large armchair, letting a deep sigh out and then clasping their hands together.

  " Welp, my boner's gone, so much for that."

" Good to see you too, Trevor you don't even have a dick, don't get me started on lost boners," you said, gesturing to the flaccid object in your pants, and I'm not talking about your emergency cucumber that your had in case you got hungry.

  " Hold up hold up, aren't you like supposed to be on a trip with Frank or... Something?" He asked, but seeing the darkened expression of your face made him try to change the subject.

" Hey, do you... Do you wanna go out and watch a movie or something? Buddy night out?" And that suggestion actually sounded really great to you, due to the fractured ribs you hadn't bee able to go out and hang with Tj as much as you wanted to, and it'd be great to be spend time someone you weren't attracted to.

   "Absolutely, and how much will these... What is it- 25 videos cost?" You said, getting out a bundle of paper bills you had found scavenging in a laundry mat.

     Trevor scanned them, bringing up a price of about 108 dollars, but gave you the family and friends discount, making the price about 75 dollars. Him and you planned to meet at around 6:30 to go to a screening of Star Wars episodes 4-7. You could never remember anything about star wars, other than everyone hating the prequels, probably explaining the absence of the said films in the screening tonight. You walked out of the comic, not forgetting to say bye to Salamander Man who remained on the corner in his fetal position. Remembering you were all out of food as you walked down the sidewalk, you were too lazy to raid a homeless shelter, so you went down to a little Mexican grocery store to buy a lot of suspiciously cheap food.

    You walked up the steps, telling yourself that everything was going to go back to normal, but was it really? The first thing you had to do tomorrow was to make sure you hadn't been fired from your shitty job for missing nearly two days. Next you would have to figure out how to change back into a girl, probably would need to make some deal with some ancient corrupt entity, so nothing too complicated. After that, you would just need to about Frank for the rest of your life.

   Maybe you could move? No, where else were you going to get an apartment that cheap? Especially in this realm, are you kidding me? New York didn't tend to have apartments that cheap, and you were already barely getting by by not having any insurance. You could get a second job, or at least a job that pays better. Geez these groceries were heavy, you switched them to your other arm that was carrying the bag of videos.

     You saw that someone had left a pack of top ramen in front of your door, you didn't have to guess who, definitely wasn't Jeff Dunham, so you kicked the stuff down the hallway, going back into your apartment.