The Only Ones Who Know || Party Poison X Reader ||

~ Chapter 2 ~

I woke up being surrounded by pure darkness and engulfed in silence. The only noise I was able to hear was the distant sound of an old air conditioner machine. I stretch and groan slightly, as I try to sit myself up. I immediately fall back down. My head, oh, how it ached. My body was sore and my head was pounding. It was as if someone was rubbing two bricks against either side of my head. The bricks went against my skin, my scalp, my bones, my brain. It stung. It burned. It made me tremble. I could hardly gather my inner thoughts as my head was in so much pain. Thankfully, my eyes adjusted to the lighting around me and I was able to vividly see my surroundings. I was in a bedroom. It was quite messy, filled with various comic books and sheet music. Photos were spread across the floor and taped against the wall. Clothes were scattered in different corners of the room. Where the hell am I?

After staring at the ceiling and being stuck in my thoughts for about an hour or so, light started to peak through a crack in the doorway. Someone is awake. I try to speak, yet it came out as an unintelligible attempt to correctly spew out English. At least I made noise, and at least that noise was heard. The light began to grow, as someone entered the room. The figure loomed over me, studying my form. "I hope the hangover isn't too harsh on ya." It was a man. Who was this? Where am I again?

I tried to speak again, yet it came out as a mumble. The man took this as a sign to talk back to me. He helped me sit up, which was an extremely painful experience. Once I was finally able to sit up correctly, I could clearly see the man and easily recognized him. His name was Fun Ghoul, whom was a member of the Fabulous Four; one of the most dangerous Killjoy groups. He gazed at me intently and smiled slightly. "Feeling any better?"

"Partially..." I was able to form that one, simple word. His smile widened and he scooted closer. "You probably want an explanation for what the fuck's goin' on, huh?"

"Mhmm." I was able to respond. He looked down and chuckled a bit. "Well, this is what happened..."

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"Pop, help me get her back up!!" Cherry shouted worriedly.

"Oh shit!," Pop exclaimed as she helped me back onto my feet, "you'll be alright, Kitty, just stay with us!" I felt feeling in the soles of my feet once again, I was able to stand. Well, "stand" was an understatement....I was able to use my feet in a very messy manner?

"I tried to warn her..." Dynamite sighed. My eyes shot open and I grasped the counter in order to keep me from falling.

"IM THE BIGGEST CRASH QUEEN THERE IS!!!" I shouted, dropping my glass onto the floor. Hundreds of small glass shards ran across the floor as the impact was too much for the delicate object to endure. I laughed at the scene that unfolded. Pop and Cherry widened their eyes and assisted in helping Dynamite clean the mess. As the were distracted, I was able to sneak away. The speakers were booming a familiar song, "Are You Ready for it?" By Taylor Swift. Now, if I were sober, I would spit on the speakers. However, when your drunk, your primal side truly comes out.

And ladies and gentlemen, that's exactly what the hell happened.

I ran up on stage and danced to the current song playing, sending winks and kisses towards the audience in any time I could. I explicitly touched my body in many different ways, showing off my many edges and curves to whoever was watching. Once the song came to an end, my stability did as well. I fell right off the stage and, luckily, in the arms of a stranger.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a serious tone. He has blonde and brown hair and wore a red jacket, his facade was almost unreadable yet it held a hint of concern for me.

"Me?! I'm fiiiinnnneeee~" I replied, groggily. He squinted his eyes at me. He was about to say something, before he was called over.

"Kobra! You caught her?!" Another guy asked from a distance away.

"Yeah. She isn't looking too good, Jet..." The man I assume is Kobra responded.

"Hand her over, we can't just leave her here in this state. With her being drunk and alone like this, even Party has to have sympathy for her. We gotta do something, dude." Jet told Kobra.

"I agree. My brother may be a hard shell to crack, but he should understand." Kobra said. I felt a hand brush my hair out of my face, and I could suddenly see more clearly.

"Can you hear me? What's your name?" Jet asked me.

I smiled like a fucking goofball and laughed at myself for some unknown reason. "The name's Action Cat." I told him. Kobra and Jet said something to each other that I couldn't hear, and we started to walk out of the hyper-thrust. Kobra carried me all the way out and into what seemed like a car. I smiled the whole way there, as my eyes drifted shut and the sound around me faded away.

"She's unconscious. We gotta hurry her home." Kobra said. Jet nodded his head in agreement and started up the car. He proceeded to drive many, many miles out until they reached their home. The diner.

"I'll get her out, you need to go inform Ghoul and Party about this." Jet said. Kobra quickly agreed and began to exit the car, but was suddenly stopped by Jet.

"Hmm?" Kobra asked. Jet sighed.

"Please ask your brother to have some sympathy for the girl. Make him understand that we couldn't just leave her behind." Jet requested. Kobra nodded his head and began to leave the car once again. Jet headed for the backseat to pick me up.

"Hey guys." Kobra greeted as he entered the diner. Party Poison's face suddenly lit up at the sight of his younger brother, Fun Ghoul reacted in a similar manner.

"Hey Kobra, how was the Hyper-Thrust?" Ghoul asked curiously, a smirk plastered on his face.

"It was interesting....to say the least." Kobra told him. "But....we have more important issues at the moment...." Party's face held a look of confusion and worry.

"What do you mean?" Party asked.

"Well...there was this girl. Extremely drunk and unable to function properly. She danced on stage and then stumbled off, and she was lucky I was there at that moment to catch her." Kobra informed them.

"Wait wait wait, woah woah.....a girl? Is she hot?" Ghoul asked, that same smirk still present.

"Oh, shut up for once." Party scolded. "Anyway, continue what you were saying."

"Well, she was alone. Me and Jet were worried about what could happen to her so we....um......well we-" Kobra was cut off.

"God dammit..." Party sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Oh boy..." Ghoul chuckled. Jet kicked the door open, holding me in his arms. Ghoul's eyes widened. "OH BOY" Ghoul's smile grew. Party studied me carefully and looked at Jet.

"Where do you suppose she will stay?" Party asked. Everyone looked at him intently. Party deeply sighs once again. "Alright, put her in my room. I'll sleep in the living room tonight, but you guys owe me."

Everyone agreed to his words and gave him an appreciative nod. I was carried into Party Poison's bedroom, which is where the story comes to end.