Patrick Stump Imagines

30 - Psychos

A/N: So, this part came in my mind after seeing a screen cap between the joker and Harley from Suicide Squad; I haven't seen the movie yet.

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On your first year as a psychiatrist, you felt that you were unfortunate. In case of normal psychiatric wards, you were directed to the one where the hardcore maniacs are and speaking of maniacs, the former vocalist of Fall Out Boy, Patrick Stump, got contained in the facility after he 'unconsciously' killed his band mates as they were trying to save rock and roll.

When you came in his cell, an ear shattering sound welcomed you as you found him marking the walls.

The guards closed the door, making you flinch as it shut close. But then, Patrick continued to mark the wall.

"You're not gonna last here, mi lady." He said, then chuckled.

You pursed your lips, doing your best as you try not to be creeped out by everything.

"It's either they'll fire you or..." he trails off and turns around to look at you, your E/C meeting his yellows.

"You might be one of us." He continued, walking to the table that nestled permanently in the room.

"How are you, Mr. Stump?" You asked as you sat down. Your patient smiled wickedly at you and started laughing.

"I see. You're just new here..." he squints his eyes, reading your name plate that was pinned on the pocket on your lab gown. "Miss Y/LN?"

"Um...yeah." you murmured. "I was here to check on you, Mr. Stump."

He hits the table with the hook on his left hand. "How would I feel alright after I failed to save rock and roll?!" He barked at you and from the tiny communicator in your ear, you heard the guns clicking.

"Is everything under control, maam?" The commander asked.

"Yes. Everything's alright." You murmured.

"So calm," Patrick said. "Do you have any friends?"

"Uhh...my friends and I we got a lot of problems." You whispered.

"Then, if you became my friend, we wouldn't have any problems." He said. "You probably became my favorite person in this place." He said.

You smiled at him. "Maybe you're not really crazy just like what they think."

"If I would go crazy, it'll be just because of one thing, my dear doctor."

"What is this one thing?"

"You." He said and winked.

The timer that rested underneath the table pinged and you know what's about to happen.

"Are you going back to see me?" He asked.

"Yeah. Tomorrow." As the door opened, you immediately felt worried as he started screaming while tranquilizer gas was now sprayed in his cell.

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"You've got Y/N-ed, baby!" You shouted after taking down one of Courtney's vixens. Wiping off the blood from your face, you met Patrick's gaze.

"Thanks." He acquiesces.

"You're very welco--oh nice shoes." You said as you pried off the vixen's shoes.

He shook his head in disbelief. "We're trying to save rock and roll again not your fashion sense, Y/N."

"Booyah, emphasis on the boo." You said. When you're about to approach the other vixens, you felt someone grab your ass.

Your head spun around and found Patrick poking out his tongue at you.

"I always wanted to know if it's soft." He said.

You just rolled your eyes at him and started to attack the vixens that killed his other self and his friends.