Patrick stump imagines •COMPLETED•

Death to differnet places -Peterick-

So Patrick and Pete were a couple. Pete was a serial killer who died in a police chase. Patrick didn't know, he was heartbroken from Pete's death and killed himself. Pete is a demon, Pat is an angel. You'll see the rest

-Flash back-

"Go fuck yourselves!" Pete yelled from the car window. He made a quick maneuver, trying to get away. He was on the rise again, in a police chase. They were on Pete's tail. He laughed loudly till a sharp pain went through his body. His foot stopped pressing on the peddle, making the care come to a short stop. The car flew forward, sending the limp Pete's head smashing into the window.

He was unconscious at this point, his head bloody from the glass, his chest with five new marks. His eyes were rolled back into his head. The police swung open the car door. They found Pete dead. The officers took Pete's body in a body bag and off to the Moc for the doctors to inspect his body.

Patrick was home, waiting for his boyfriend, he sighed and put his head on the kitchen counter. Soon the phone was rang, signaling pat to go to the phone. He picked up.

"Hello Mr. Stump, I'm officer Mitch. Your boyfriend, Pete, has passed away from head injury and shot wounds." He went on about what happened, Pete's past and that he can see him. The phone slipped out of pats hand, the plastic colliding with the tiles of the kitchen floor.

He fell to the ground. He couldn't feel his body. Only tears running down his face was the only thing he felt. It seemed like his heart stopped, he choked on his on breath  let his morning breakfast come out. It spilled on the tiles. He can't believe his one and only was gone. He needs to be with his lover.

He runs to the bathroom, ripping pulls out of the cabinet and swallowed the whole bottle. He choked and puked some up. But soon enough he was on the floor, dead. Blood spilled out of the chubby boys mouth, with some pill capsules on his tongue. They were both gone, but in different places.

- present -

Patrick thinks about the moment again and again. He sobs more. He wants to die, but he's already dead. "PETE!" He screams on the top of his lungs. He was in heaven, in a vast field of flowers. He was wearing all white, his wings were fluffy and bright.

This is driving him insane. He wants to be erased from this world. All he wants is his pete, but he's in a much horrible world. No one is with Patrick, he's alone for eternity. He just wants his pete. But he feels like he'll never see him again, ever.

- In hell -

Pete worked and worked, chains on his bruised ankles, carrying things no human possibly could. His dark red wings were damaged and bruised. One of his horns were chipped and his tail was half ripped off. He put down a crate of something he doesn't know and pants. He looks up at Satan himself.

His chain disappear he sighs in relief. "Oh please my lord, may I see what my love is doing?" He pleaded. He wants to see his Patrick. He was crazy and he learned his lesson. Him and the other men and women, sulking till they can go to heaven, trying to pay off their long time in hell.

The more work you do, the less years you have. Pete works every day to maybe have a chance to see pat in many years. He doesn't know Patrick took his own life, since no one tells the prisoners anything. The devil sighed. A little hologram popped of Patrick in heaven, sobbing.

The tinier man looked depressed and someone torturing him. He sniffles and wipes his tears. "Oh pete.... come back." He whimpers. Pete's eyes widen and he looks at his lord. "He killed himself for you. He needs you." He said. He sparked rarely. His voice shuttered the crisp black stalagmites of hell.

Pete made a promise that day to his baby, to work every hour till he can see him again.

- 100 years later -

Patrick sat on the field of flowers. He was emotionless like god tortured him. He only thinks about his lover pete. He's waiting for him. Pete finally had all the work done. His frail, tired, and bruised body was full of joy. He was allowed to see Patrick again. He never forgot him.

Pete had fell in love with some other people when time went on but he got over them. He only wanted Patrick by his side. He smiled as his new demon friends waved goodbye. All of different ages and punishments. He smiles and climbs up the ladder of hope. He sees actual light for the first time, not from the fire and lava, but actual light.

He sobs in happiness. "I'm coming love!" He yells as he climbs. Pete has a bright smile on his face. Even though his body is beaten up and bruised and tired, his love drives home to see Patrick. He enters heaven, light filling his eyes. His rugged clothes were now white, his bruises were  gone.

He actually had angel wings. He smiles. His eyes scan the field to see a sobbing figure on their knees. Their wings looked weak and so did they. "H-hello...?" Stuttered pete. Patrick's eyes widened. He never thought he would hear his voice again.

He stood up. "Pete...? I-is that you..?" He asked playing with his fingers. Pete ran to Patrick and engulfed him into the tightest hug. "Oh baby!" He yelled kissing him hard. Patrick stared to cry. "Pete!! You're back!" He said sobbing in his shoulder.

Pete rubbed the frail boys hips and smiles. "I'm back, forever." He smiled. Patrick laughed and cried as Pete swung him a round in the air lovingly. "Finally! I missed you for so long Petey!" Patrick yelled. Pete smiled.

"We're together forever, nothing will split us apart." Pete whispered

May death never stop us