Filthy Frank x Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

Chapter 2: You Can Call Me Papa Franku

Kyary slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times in a row, unsure of where she was. The last thing the girl remembered was she was about to go on...then...well, for the time being, she was a little dizzy, and that distance memory was fuzzy. She sat up from the dusty bed she was laying on, and decided to take a look around. Surprisingly, she wasn't tied down with rope or any of that stalker shit.

The brown haired girl patted her head, realizing that her blonde wig was no longer there. 'Maybe Emi got a new apartment and didn't tell me...?' Kyary thought, looking at some banners that said rather strange things... More like something an insane person high on coke thought would look 'nice'. 'No, Emi would tell me. I think...' She questioned once more, before going to rub the back of her head.

"B-Blood!" She gasped, some dried up blood almost staining her hand. She remembered it all, she heard a male voice right before passing out for good. There was no doubt that the man was her kidnapper. "Damn!" She cussed under her breath, although she wasn't a big fan of it.

Kyary's mind went to the worst place. 'What if this guy is a crazy fan?' Just then, she heard the door creak open. Of course, where the kidnapper lived wasn't the nicest place, but they needed to get the door fixed. God damn. 'Oh no, I shouldn't have messed around! He's back now!' She turned around, tears about to pour down her puffy, pink cheeks.

"L-Listen..." She looked at the man who did this horrible thing to her, hoping to make a peace offering. He had greasy, slicked back black hair, a dirty light blue shirt that looked like it had tomato sauce(?) stained on the pocket, a pair of glasses, and acne scars from when he was a teenager. Aw, he probably got bullied back in school. "If you let me go, I can take a picture with you, or-" She feared he wanted much more than that, and when he interrupted the almost shaking girl, her heart stopped.

"No, I don't want any of that." He said, crossing his arms. "I wasn't even the one that hit you."

"So..." She asked, confused. "Are you here to help me, then...? And who hit me...?"

"Pink Guy hit you." He flat out told her. Kyary's face grew to a puzzled look. Some man named Pink Guy did this to her? Huh? Way too many questions swirled around her head. This isn't just some crazy fan, is it? Something stranger is going on here. "But he did it too hard and knocked you out. Worthless little bitch!" He yelled the last part, scaring Kyary a lot.

"S-So!" She threw her hands up in one of those girly 'oh my god' moves. "Pink Guy did this? Shouldn't we call the police?" Although this man was acting crazy, she should not judge a book by its cover. There was still hope that she could go home, so it was a must to be kind and understanding.

There was a moment of silence. Kyary didn't know why, but maybe something was getting through his head. The weirded out girl was going to say something, but was cut off with an answer. 'Finally...' She thought. Little did she know, it wasn't one she wanted.

"...Of course not! He's just a boy!" He said, almost gleefully. Kyary's face probably couldn't get anymore shocked than it was already. "Well, anyways, I'm Frank. You can call me Papa Franku though, you fine piece of ass." He muttered, hugging her close.

"I-I'm Kyary..." She stuttered, feeling the same feeling from when Emi hugged her; except this time, it was from some old ass man who sort of smelled like ravioli.

"So, Kyary...wanna get some ramen?" The freak suggested causally.

...Let's get this straight. Some dude who sounds like he has throat cancer had his friend (maybe?) hit Kyary so he can kidnap her? And now he wants to go get food with her? You know, like this is just a normal date? This some Christian Mingle shit.

"S-Sure..." The girl mumbled. Kyary definitely didn't know what came over her. At first she was weirded out, but now this Frank guy is kind of charming. Hey, he was (hopefully) going to pay for dinner, and his looks were something to Kyary. Turned her on a tiny bit~ He smiled with his teeth that reminded her of a fresh glass of lemonade, as she tried to make up her mind on what to think of the situation.

Kyary slowly went to stick her hand out like the kawaii tsundere she is, and he gladly took it. "Off we go, sugar tits!" He winked, as they ran out of the low budget home together, Kyary-chan having a slight blush the whole time.