-Patrick's POV-
This Brendon guy was really weird. He had an unusually large forehead and quiff of fluffy hair atop his head. He knew all this voodoo shit with candles and blood.
He did all this stuff that I can't remember, it was a long process.
"That should do it," Brendon said wiping some of his voodoo witch herb stuff off the floor.
"Thanks Brendo." Pete said giving the him a hug before Brendon left. "Well, Patrick, lets go give Thomas a little visit to see if it worked."
"Do we have to? He won't intentionally do anything to himself. We can just stay here. And, besides, if it didn't work, Thomas might be feeling some strange pains," I told wiggling my eyebrows.
"You're disgusting, Patrick." Pete said laughing.
"But you love me anyways." I said.
"I guess that's true," He answered smiling.
-time skip-
-Pete's POV-
I woke up to see a sleeping Patrick, and smiled remembering last night. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I know Gerard and Thomas won't be a problem anymore. All they wanted was to ruin my life, but knowing them, they're far too lazy to do much more than they already have.
This is really short but idc. Just thank you guys so much for 100 votes!
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FanfictionPete meets Patrick who is a splitting image of his nineteenth century boyfriend, Thomas Stewart. How will they get along, and what happens when your dead loved ones weren't who they said they were. doppelgänger ˈdɒp(ə)lˌɡaŋə,-ˌɡɛŋə/ noun noun: dopp...
