Rusty Disguise (Jojian)*Frank

Siamese cats

Making two possibilities a reality
predicting the future of things we all know
fighting off the diseased programming
of centuries, centuries, centuries, centuries
Science fails to recognize the single most
potent element of human existence
letting the reigns go to the unfolding
is faith, faith, faith, faith
Science has failed our world

 Silent steady winds graced Frank's apartment while noticing hurricane warnings pop up on his phone as if it were the end of the entire realm. he was scheduled to meet up a happy guy lookin' ass known as Ian, they were all great friends with him and they were like a new generation of 'Jackass' it really did help knock the crippling depression out of their heads while getting tortured in the most retarded of ways.

 A nervous knock quickly snapped Frank out of his mindless thoughts he figured Pink-Guy would answer the door for him but nope, there's a good chance he's just sick with bird disease again. "Hey Frank could you open the door, you're neighbors are giving me homicide eyes." yup that was Ian no doubt "Ignore them and they fuck off like mice." Frank assured walking over to the door, unlocking it and opening it halfly. "Ah thanks." Ian said  before he squeezed through the door away from danger "So what collab did you have in mind exactly?" Ian asked sweating slightly  "oh shiit let me get something first." Frank said closing the door and leaving to the kitchen that reeked of raw chicken hearts. Ian sighed then decided to sit on the couch to wait, truthfully he was contemplating to pop the question to Frank after sometime of sexual tension and love atmosphere between the two he grew to the decision of possibly marrying the filthy individual.

 "b0ss" a voice whispered to Ian grabbing his attention, the figure was Pink-Guy on all fours slowly crawling to him the more the more he got closer, the more the pink man's features looked sickly and a obvious rope burn on the neck of his morph suit. "Heyyy... bitch boy." Ian said awkwardly  "b0ss pls" Pink-guy said his voice more scratchy and nauseously reaching up to touch Ian's pant leg "Uhh.." Ian said slightly grossed out by Pink-Guy's hand on him to be honest he didn't even understand his speech in the least unless he was rapping or spoke broken English.

 "...Frank a..fake b0ss." Pink-Guy spoke trying his best to form a sentence "Pardon me?" Ian said confused maybe Frank didn't feed him yet and got pissed at him or something. Pink-guy grunted then hopped onto the couch giving Ian a dead stare making Ian more uncomfortable and a bit claustrophobic  "b0ss lie to you mang." Pink-guy spoke visible lines of dried tears glistened his face, Ian just became more confused and mortified "PINK-GUY I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING STAY OFF THE COUCH!" Frank yelled holding a briefcase moving rapidly leaning on the wall. Pink-Guy let out a screech jumping down off the couch then scurrying off to the bathroom.