Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Grace.

(Raindrop’s point of view)

“Where have you been?!” Jet frowned as Methane and Synyster stumbled into the house after being gone a day and a half, alcohol clouding their senses and brains. Dissonant sprinted right over to them and pulled them into a violent but caring embrace. They were both giggling and chuckling like crazy, enough to send your brain into craziness. Not that mine already wasn’t.

“Weee… we’ve been…” Methane giggled, clutching onto Dissonant’s shoulder for support, “driiiinkin’!”

“Oh we guessed,” Poison rolled his eyes and folded his arms in anger, switching all his weight onto the left side of his body. “Anything could’ve happened to you! For all we know you could’ve both been kidnapped!”

Synyster shook his head and hiccupped, stumbling over to Zacky and the Rev. Zacky sighed in annoyance but placed his arm around his waist to support him, “c’mon” he nodded and brought him towards the living room as it was clear that he wasn’t going to make it upstairs to the bedrooms.

Methane frowned as her drinking buddy was led off into the other room she went to follow but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ghoul emerge from the kitchen.

“No!” she gasped and almost ran towards the stairs, she probably would’ve sprinted if it weren’t for the fact that she was unbelievably wasted. Dissonant and I, as her two best friends followed her, making sure she didn’t fall backwards and damage her skull or break her neck. When we reached the top of the stairs, she made her way towards our bedroom but as her hand reached for the handle, she rested her head against the door and burst into tears.

“Methane!” Dissonant and I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug, “Methane, what’s wrong?!”

“I-I-” she sniffed and turned the handle of the door, pushing it the whole way open. She wriggled out of our arms and made her way over to her bed, collapsing on it.

Her new short purple hair was sprawled all over the pillow as her body shook with tears. Dissonant immediately went to hug her but I help up my hand, stopping her. I sat down on the side of the bed and tucked a lock of my own, sea-green hair behind my ear. Placing a hand on her back, I whispered, “Methane, sweetie what’s wrong?”

I didn’t know whether it was just the alcohol sending her into hysterics or whether she was genuinely upset. I hoped for the alcohol, but somehow I didn’t think that was going to happen knowing my luck. Dissonant joined me on the bed, at the other side of Methane and took her right hand in both of hers, she kissed her fingertips in an act of friendship and sympathy, “Methane please tell us,” her voice cracked, emotions threatening to break through completely.

“It-” she said to the tear-stained pillow below her, “it’s Fun Ghoul.”

I nodded, finally starting to see how it all made sense. The last two days, Ghoul had certainly not been himself, he wasn’t lively or jumpy or happy. He didn’t have that gleam in his eye, or that little spec of sadistic that he had lodged in his brain. He just moped around the house, not going anywhere, not saying anything. Just staring into space, deep in thought.

“W-want my hair to eat him?” Dissonant smiled through the tears now streaming down her face.

Methane turned around so she now faced the ceiling and looked at the both of us. “Don’t you dare cry,” she threatened and sat up, pulling Dissonant in for a hug. She then let go and turned to me, wiping the tears from her cheeks and sighing, “I‘ll…get Vortex to rape him.” I grinned, desperately looking for something to say that might cheer her up. But it appeared to have failed because she just cried more, lifting the teddy bear from beside the pillow and burying her face in it.