Patrick Stump Imagines

70 - Versus (feat. Brendon Urie)

I really wanted to do this. So hate me if I ever crapped this up. 😜

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Despite of the various warning posters about two hideous creatures, you and your friends still continued to crash and get wasted in a bar.

Of course, who wouldn't want to be wasted? After a week full of thesis-writing, examinations and the likes, this day is blessed.

As if everything wasn't enough, right after your friends left, you stayed in the bar and now, thrifting the glass of margarita you've ordered.

"Why settle for a margarita if you could do something better than that?" Somebody suddenly said, trailing next to you. "I'm Brendon, by the way." He offered his hand and you hesitantly shook it as you found him wriggling and massaging his arm in an odd way.

"Y/N," you murmured anf shook his hand.

"I had too much of lifting." He stated, then nodded at the bartender. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the little time I have for myself," You chuckled.

"Oh. Am I invading your private space?" He said casually and it is obvious that this guy is flirting with you.

"A companion wouldn't hurt." You said, finishing your drink.

"Hey, if you still want something else, just tell the bartender. He'll know that it's in my tab."

You smiled and asked the bartender for another margarita. Little did you know that Brendon is in a roll. He will make you drink to oblivion and the rest rests in his hands...I mean, tentacles.

Aside from that, the tentacled creature has teamed up with the bartender. They've been doing it for months.

And that's the reason why a lot of people, especially women, goes missing.

The margarita tasted a little bit different, but you didn't care. After a few more sips, you felt ill, but just thought that it was 'the alcohol effect'.

"I'll just use the comfort room." You said, jumpimg down from the bar stools.

"Uh--sure." You were torn between imagination and reality as Brendon's arm turned into a tentacle. You blinked for a second and saw an arm.

Maybe you were just that drunk.

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After draining the content of your bladder, more alcohol--or should I say dating drug--kicked in. As you walk out of the bathroom alley, somebody pulled you inside the men's comfort room.

The first thing audible was, "SHH! SHH!"

Luckily, it was dark or else, who ever this guy was, could have seen your resting bitch face for doing such a thing.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice almost reaching a high pitch.

"Patrick Stump, and you are?" He replied, peeking from a gap he left open.

"Y/N L/N." You murmured.

"Listen, the guy you're with--"

"Oh, Brendon?"

"...yeah...he's not like what you think." He warns.

"I guess I really am drunk because I imagined his arm turn into a tentacle, but later on it is just an arm."

"He turns into a tentacle monster and takes your skin when he's done with you."

You blink at him, asking yourself whether if this is the effect of the alcohol or what.

Patrick was saying something when everything starts to become blurry.

And the last thing you remembered was...your face zooming onto the floor.

To be continued...