George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Dammit Papa

"Now, we will begin with the inserting." Frank said as he put the banana inside the garbage disposal. "And we will show you now what the movie Teeth is like." And he turns the disposal on, watching the banana get torn up and he laughs in his weird deep laugher. I put my key in the front door and I hear rummaging, footsteps and yelling. I open ane shut the door, taking off my shoes and coat as soon as I walk inside. I put my keys in my purse and I lay my purse on the rack next to my coat. I walk into the living room, quiet... That's not normal... And I run into the kitchen, no Joji. That's weird, he's usually in here eating... Meh, whatever. I take off my sweat pants and brush out my shorts from a long day at the gym. I let my hair down and I go into the bathroom, getting a glimpse of a banana peel on the kitchen floor. I fix myself up in the mirror and go back into the kitchen, picking up the banana peel and throwing it away in the oddly full trash can. I just emptied it last night. I get this weird feeling in my gut and run to my bedroom, slamming open the door. Well, at least George hasn't been in here. I think... I look around and see no sign that George had came in here. So, I walk into the hallway and knock on his door. "George?" And no answer. Sleeping? My roommate barely sleeps. I open the door and he's laying on the floor on his phone. He looks up at me and takes out his headphones. "Oh, hey! Sorry I didn't hear you." And I look at him weird, he's wearing an odd looking shirt I've only seen on the Internet before... Sigh, I guess it's time to tell him. "Frank, I know who you are and what you do. I'm not stupid, I know about the Internet, no need to hide anything from me." I look on his desk and pick up the glasses that lay on it, placing them on his face. "You'll always be my friend, even if you are weird as fuck." And that gets him to smile. "I mean, I'm not that weird." He says in his voice and I pat him on the head, going back to the living room and finding a full banana in the garbage disposal. "Dammit Papa." I yell and I hear his laugh hard from his bedroom.