Gerard was standing in front of the graveyard, and he was planning on going in. It was halloween night, and this is the kind of thing teenagers do to get their adrenaline fix. Gerard was definetly one of those kids. He went somewhere like this every halloween. He loved scary things like horror movies and abandoned buildings, but most of all, he loved the rush he got after a good scare. This was no different from his usual trips. Except, it was.
Gerard had been having nightmares. Extremely vivid ones. He would wake up cold and sweaty, gasping for breath, gripping his sheets. It felt like someone was watching him, but he couldn't see through the darkness of his basement room.
In the dreams Gerard was in a cemetery. He was running from something, proabably something unfriendly. He didn't bother looking behind as he sprinted trough the old graveyard, looking for a place to hide in. He knew that the thing chasing him was catching up, he could feel it. Suddenly he saw an open grave, and seeing that this was the only hiding place in sight, he jumped in without a second thought.
He had only been sitting in the hole for a minute, before he heard singing. There was a man, standing extremely close to Gerard's hiding place, singing quietly. His voice was raspy and creepy. He sang in a language Gerard didn't understand, but the tune was chilling enough on it's own. It sounded like a children's song, one you could hear playing on a music box, but his voice made it terrifying. Suddenly Gerard felt dirt fall on his head. Before he can fully understand what's happening, there's more dirt falling on top of him. Gerard finally realizes what's happening, and starts screaming for help. The man burying him continues his haunting song as Gerard begs for mercy, like he couldn't hear anything. Slowly, but surely, Gerard's cries die down. That's when he wakes up.
He'd been having those dreams for a couple months. Sometimes things happened differently, but one thing always stayed the same. The cemetery. It was the same cemetery where Gerard's grandmother was buried, so he definetly knew what the place looked like. The headstones, the gates, the dark forest next to it... It was the same cemetery that Gerard was going to visit today.
Of course he didn't plan on going alone, he was just waiting for his boyfriend. His short, wonderful boyfriend. No matter how much he was drawn to the place, he was still scared. That's one of the reasons he wanted to go there. To get rid of the nightmares. Maybe if he saw that it was just an ordinary graveyard, the dreams would stop. His thoughts were interrupted when Frank finally arrived.
"You're late Frankenstein."
"Aren't I always? Let's go."
Frank grabbed his hand and dragged him into the place that had been haunting him for a long time. The shorter boy looked weirdly excited, like he'd been waiting for this night. Proabably because it's his birthday, and Frank was most likely expecting a present. Obviously Gerard was going to give him one, but he was saving it for a bit later, since they were in the middle of a ghost hunt. Well, that's what Frank called it. He had no idea that the reason Gerard suggested this place for their halloween tradition, was because he was getting rid of his fears. Gerard never told him about the dreams.
After a while of exploring the cemetery, Frank grew quiet. It was unusual, since the shorter boy was always going on about something, usually dogs. Gerard was getting worried, so he decided to ask him about this.
"Frank?"
No answer.
Gerard stopped walking. Frank did too.
"Frankie? What's wrong?"
No answer.
Suddenly there was a smiling creeping on Frank's face. One that didn't belong there. A terrifying, twisted smile was pread across his face. He looked scary, which was unusual, since no matter how many tattoos, piercings or leather jackets he got himself, the taller boy always thought of him as adorable. That's Why the situation was alarming. Gerard slowly took a few steps back. "Frank? Are you alright? Frankenstein?" Frank started walking towards him, still grinning. Before Gerard fully took in the situation, Frank was right in front of him. He leaned forward, whispering in Gerard's ear. "Run."
Gerard ran as fast as he could, trying to find his way out of the horrid cemetery, not even considering glancing behind him. The adrenaline took some of the fear away, making everything feel quicker. The blood was rushing through his veins, his heart was pounding in his chest. Everything was more vivid in this state. Still, Gerard couldn't help but think about the situation. All those dreams, all those nightmares... they weren't only coming true, but his boyfriend was a part of this horrifying mess. Gerard jumped over headstones, looking for the exit. It was almost as if there was none.
Suddenly he felt someone grab his shoulders, digging their fingertips in his shoulders. It was Frank. He tried to keep running, to get away from the... thing. But he underestimated the grip Frank had on him, and he fell face first into the dirt. His boyfriend was literally breathing on his neck, sitting on his back. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that he would suddenly wake up in his chilly basement room, and realize that this was just another nightmare, or that Frank would start laughing, and reveal the whole thing to be a prank. He had no such luck. Frank flipped him over, so they were face to face, only inches apart. Gerard had to open his eyes. He had to know if his boyfriend was still himself. He had to know what the creature on top of him looked like. So he looked. Gerard saw his boyfriend's face, closer than he expected, and gasped. Frank had pitch black eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. He looked terrifying. He looked like a demon. Was this truly his Frankie, or is this just a creature from another world posessing his body? Gerard was pushed out of his shocked state as Frank leaned down, even closer to the taller boy, opening his grim mouth.
"Gotcha"
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Halloween oneshot (frerard)
FanficGerard stands in front of the graveyard, his face calm and emotionless, hiding the fact that he was screaming on the inside. He shouldn't even think about going in there, not today out of all days. But the urge was too strong. He had to.