AGALMATOPHILIA

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"It doesn't make sense," a frustrated, unnaturally blonde haired man roughly fingers through the sandy curls, a sharp smelling cigarette pinched between his lips.

"I know Way, and we're trying to get intel on the town over, see if anyone's spied literally anyone," a short woman collects a stack of papers from her desk, shuffling them.

"Intel? What are we, the CIA? Look I'll head over tomorrow, see if anyone's been reported," leaning against the office cubicle, a figure hastily moving towards him catches Gerard's attention.

"You got company, slutty company," the office lady scoffs and disregards the person approaching.

Gerard looks up, with a grimace.

"Brendon," it's a small smile, and a friendly nod that puts an ease in the brunettes stomach. "Oh, Brendon in jeans today? What a welcome sight," giving him a once over, Brendon uncomfortably shuffles under his gaze.

"Thanks but I didn't come to hear about my fashion taste," he looks flustered enough for Gerard to adjust his slack posture, actually looking interested.

He waits for Brendon to continue, yet instead he awkwardly picks at his chipping nails, staring at the floor.

Gesturing with his cigarette, Brendon follows the direction he's pointed in.

"My office? Bit more private," Brendon's practically already inside before Gerard could suggest it, tearing himself from the staring of the other officers.

Once inside, Gerard carefully shuts the door, turning to approach his own desk, Brendon already positioned by the window, protectively wrapping his arms around his chest.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

"Can I smoke in here?" He throws the question back to avoid starting the conversation just yet, Gerard politely smiles.

"'Course you can, just crack the window for me," patiently, he folds his hands atop the desk, and waits for Brendon.

"Cheers," he pushes the window up, lighting up his cigarette, inhaling and exhaling before he shakily sighs. "Sorry, I'm not good with pigs around me,"

It's silent for a brief moment, the cool air of outside rushes through the window, leaving Brendon wishing he took a coat before he escaped.

"I mean, sorry no offence.." he takes another drag.

"So," turning towards the desk, Brendon cocks his head at the officer. "Been awhile since I've seen you, Way,"

"I doubt you came here to reminisce on the past, so please don't be wasting valuable time," he isn't harsh, or angry, he isn't like Chris, Brendon finds, and he's more comfortable with that thought than anything.

"I can tell you where that Joseph boy is," sitting and crossing each leg, Brendon puffs out a cloud of smoke as he speaks.

Gerard immediately leans forward to take a pen, ready to write.

"In fact, I could probably find a lot more of those missing people," instinct tells him to rub the back of his neck, unaware of how guilty this makes him look.

"Please, I would love to know,"

"Am I gonna get in trouble Way?"

He grimaces, he had a feeling about Brendon's involvement.

"Depends on what you did, or who you covered for,"

Brendon scoffs.

"Who else but that dreamy psycho I live with, I wouldn't care for anyone else,"

"Oh I'm aware," Gerard raises a brow.

"Tyler, and the other fourteen missing people, which includes Chris Joseph, are currently in my basement at home, well I mean, not Tyler," Brendon leans forward. "You wanna know where Tyler is?"

Gerard also leans in, keening for an answer.

"Fucking my boyfriend, I mean I think they were fucking, for all I know Josh could've been violating him, honestly, I don't even know anymore. I'm tired of this game we play, I'm tired of living this life style, I'm getting older and bored with it,

Gerard intently listens to this, scribbling down almost everything.

"I told Josh we gotta stop this, I really did. I'm out, Gerard, I am, and I'll take whatever punishment comes for me,"

"Hold on a second there Mr Guilt Trip," Gerard sighs, leaning back on his chair.

"So is Tyler's alive, and the others, including my best friend, are dead. You help kidnap them-"

"Yeah and I do the skinning too but I'm not really a big part of the process,"

Gerard pauses, staring at Brendon for a solid ten seconds before he shrugs in questioning at the officer.

"What... "process", are you talking about?"

"Duh! His dolls? How no one in this town had put two and two together sooner, I'll never know," Brendon casually replies, letting his head drop back against the chair.

Gerard swallows back his feelings, he couldn't crack in front of this man, so he adjusts his glasses with the back of his index finger, before he stands.

"Hey," Brendon looks up at him. "I'm sorry, I am. I know I've fucked up, but I want this to end. No more, I'm serious, I can take you to Tyler right now," he stands with Gerard, they both can only stare at each other for a moment.

"You know I have to arrest you, right?" Gerard replies softly, still unsure of wether he should trust someone such as Brendon, suffering internally at the loss of his friend.

Gerard didn't hate Brendon, he didn't think he hated Josh, but he hated what they had done together and if Brendon wanted to help, Gerard would never turn that down.

"I look good in handcuffs anyway," Brendon awkwardly chuckles, Gerard does not.

"You're gross, turn around,"

Tightly he cuffs Brendon, leading him out the door, eventually out of the building and towards the work car.

"Man I haven't been in a cop car for ages," Brendon mumbles, Gerard can't help but laugh.

The pair travel in silence towards the shop, but before reaching the front, Brendon begins to panic.

"Somethings not right, I didn't leave the door open," Brendon sits up, staring at the front.

Gerard is quick to exit the car, about to rush inside until Brendon kicking the widow repeatedly changes his mind.

"You gotta take me with you, trust me you don't understand what it's like in there!"

With a roll of his eyes, Gerard pops the door, unshackling Brendon, he take off and inside he shop, Gerard close behind.

Once inside, Brendon stops in the middle of the room.

"Stop, smell that?" He reaches out to stop Gerard, who sniffs the air, scrunching his face.

"Gasoline?"

"Yeah..." Brendon thinks for a moment, before screaming, jolting forward to grab Gerard, pulling him out of the shop just before the entire thing engulfs in flames.

Brendon's horrified expression watches the entire shop crackle and burn.

And though he swore he hated him, one name escapes his throat at the highest volume he could produce:

"Josh!"
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OKAY SO THE BOYS ARE BACK???
Has anyone listened to the new songs?
I'm actually in love, I think nico and the niners in my favourite.

No one knows how good it personally feels for me to have Tyler and Josh back, deadset, (like every fan so I'm not special) they've saved my life.

So having them back, I don't have to be scared day to day anymore...

Anyway, I love you all and hope you're all doing okay, stay safe, and stay alive ||-//