Blurryface walked silently to Gerard's house. "Gerard, I can't stop eating tide pods," he said as he walked in.
"OHHH BOI YOU'RE GONNA DIIEE," Gerard yelled.
Frank walked in.
"Heyy Gee, wanna make out?" he asked, not realizing that Blurry was there.
Melanie came in with a knife. "Where are you Frank?" Frank hid behind the door.
Brendon slammed the door closed, revealing Frank.
"So Brendon can teleport now," Frank said.
Melanie jumped on Frank and lifted the knife to his throat.
"HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I AM?" Frank screamed.
"A friend of mine called Google Maps."
Brendon said,"We put a tracking device on you."
Frank ran like Sonic, bursting the wall open.
Brendon became more triggered. He now has a machine gun.
Gerard interrupted the "little" scene. "THIS IS A PRIVATE THERAPY SESSION. GET OUT, ALL OF YOU."
Frank took off his clothes and met CrankThatFrank and Social Repose. Meanwhile, Brendon teleported to a junkyard.
Tyler was suddenly there. "Frank, why are you naked? And who are those two?"
"I am Frank," CrankThatFrank said.
"NO I'M FRANK," Frank Iero yelled.
"NO I'M FRANK," CrankThatFrank yelled.
"NO I'M FRANK," Frank Iero yelled.
"NO I'M FRANK," CrankThatFrank yelled
"Guys, maybe you're both Frank," Tyler reasoned.
Social Repose said, "Frank, you're supposed to be helping me move."
"Which Frank?" Tyler asked.
"Y'know . . . "
"BILLIE JOE!" Tré screamed.
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The Forehead Fic
FanfictionPatrick says, "Peeeetttteeeee. Get over here."Frank comes in and doesn't close the door all the way. Brendon has a shotgun. Brendon aims a Frank. "BEEBO WHAT ARE YOU AND YOUR FOREHEAD DOING?!" Tyler, who was now there, screeches. "LEAVE. THE FOREHEA...
