Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Sixty Drop Punch

You smashed that motherfucking typewriter, it was an indescribable feeling as your hands took over, if they had a life of their own. You looked up at Joji, he looked back at you with a gaze that only said "score an S grade on Osu and I will ram you into heaven my nigga, no homo." And you were ready for that, you knew that now.

But now you thought of something else, what if you had your cake, and could eat it too? That saying never really made that much sense, but hear me out, but by theh slim chance Frank were to return, and not as Joji, but his own separate form, could you be in a relationship with both of them, and love the, equally. Ok maybe not love- more like have fun- but the question was was that ok? Would people respect this choice? Would Joji? Would Frank? Well- Frank would probably be ok with it. You looked over at Danny and his wife, they seemed so happy together. They really did love each other, despite the fact that Danny has fucked and will fuck literally hundreds of women- and men for that matter! The communication between them must be superior. These thoughts of yours were a perfect distraction, but damn your mind was full of nothing but big floppy half Asian wieners.

   But the real question was for you- would you want to take this path of life? Were you going to be okay with a relationship that was solely based on a life of memes and sex? Living a life of only sexual pleasure and the Internet? Little direction in your life? Yes, you were going to try getting your GED, but after that, what then? You had little personality, little of a life, and the only thing you could call a hobby was sex and porn. What could you do as a contribution to society? You looked over at Danny once more...

Oh, wait!

Of course! You could become a politician! Duh.

You then realized you were approaching the finale of this song, thank god you hadn't made a signal mistake yet. You were so excited of what was to come tonight, the life you had made for yourself in this omnivores, and just how goddamn sexy you were! Ok- maybe not the last one, your hands picks up speed, the end of this coming to a near, your threw your head back, closing your eyes as you finally finished the song- waiting for applause.

But you couldn't hear any.

You opened your eyes to see you were no longer in the cruise ship, or in the ocean for that matter. You see that you're in a field, a few groups of trees here and there.

"What the furry-fack?" You audibly ask. All of the sudden you hear a gunshot very close to you. You look behind you towards the source of the noise. You swear if your head could explode if it could.

"Frank!" You scream, making a sound similar to the gun shot, you sprint towards him as he turns around to see you, you collide into him with a tackle, hugging him. You hug him tightly as if you're afraid he'll disappear again. Tears, tears start spilling out of your eyes fast enough to flood Louisiana.

"The fuck?! Oh... it's you."

You sniffled, wiping the tears from your face to look at him. He looks different somehow, probably from the sunglasses and aviator cap he's wearing, but how did his hair get so long? It's only been a couple months. Probably some omniverse shit you didn't want to overthink right now.

  "Y-yeah Frank- its me! Where have you been- I- I missed you!" Is what you tried to say, but you ended up making kazoo noises.

  "I've been uh- I've preparing for a war! And I need your help. Seriously though, didn't you not have boobs or something?"

  "A-a wAr? What do you mean? What's wrong with my boobs?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have to fight against this guy people are calling the 'Real Frank'! Idk, I just liked it better when you had your dick."

   "Wait are you fucking serious- you started fucking flirting with me when I was like this- now you're telling me you were gay this whole time? And what the fuck up is with you being a scared little bitch? I mean yeah, you're usually a little bitch, but you know when to throw the hell down. I'm pretty sure the 'Real Frank' wouldn't be anything like this-"

   You suddenly found the barrel of a pistol pointed at your head.

"So you fucking know the truth, don't you? Fine, yeah, I'm not the real Frank, I'm fake Frank, mean and gay," he growls.

"Wait what?" You ask, still trying to catch up to the fucking change of pace this conversation went.

"But I know something about you that you don't," he said, a smirk ever growing on his face," you're the child of the dark lord, Chin Chin-"

   You slap the pistol of of his hand, and docked him in the gut, causing him to drop to the ground in pain, perhaps coughing up blood

"Shut the fuck up with you're dumb ass dramatics, you Chinese knock off incel bitch! I've gained tits, lost them, and got them back again, I'm a broke and gay and I will drop your crust ass any day!"

With that, you walk away, taking the pistol with you as you go to find a way out of here.

As you are walking away, you suddenly trip. You look only to see a black tendril strapping around your foot, you scream as you try to pull away, but it starts wrapping further up your leg, you aim the gun at it, but quickly realize that isn't a good idea to literally shoot yourself in the foot. You begin clawing at the ground, pulling at grass.

   Suddenly you heard it, you looked up to see them. A swarm of bat squirrels circle above you, you watch as they cascade in a familiar formation down upon you. All you hear is the beating of their wing, the chirps of their voices, and then, you see nothing.