Suicidal Dreams

Misirlou

Kobra Kid came across to me as malicious. The way his face only showed one emotion all the time made me want to think he was finicky.

His tall height obviously didn't measure up to his smart mouth and I have his brother to thank for that. Overall Kobra Kid was just an other walking corpse like me, he just neglected it.

Mindless.

There was a possibility he did know and was aware.

"Honey?" His voice brought chills to my spine.

I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh at how absurd my thinking was.

"Have you ever realized we're like cartoons?"

His arms wrapped around me. I felt his fingers tenderly gripping at my hips.

"Enlighten me," he said.

I stifled a laugh, "well for 1. we always have the same clothes! And 2. We have like catch frases!"

His lips formed a smile.

It was adorable, better than adorable.

"Your not wrong there."

I took my shoes off and collapsed onto his bed. I didn't mind that I was going to be overly exposed. There wasn't anything that made me want to kick him off and run away.

I took off the remaining piece of clothing that covered my upper half besides my bra and underwear.

I felt his eyes dance around me and slowly reach a place that was quiet unsettling.

My skin marked many stories in my past life. Like the c-section scar on my lower abdomen. Unfortunately, they didn't make it because of the fires.

My baby would have been a boy. He'd be ten years old. There was a fascinating image of me being a mother in my mind. But of course this world had not given me the choice to do so.

"Ko-"

"Mikey," he said unexpectedly.

He moved next to me and just laid there staring at me. At first I was confused at why he just said a random name but it clicked.

I let out a small smile, "Mikey."

That felt right.

He laughed at how astonished I was at figuring out his name. Instead of telling him mine tho, I just willingly kissed him. That was the first for me but I did enjoy it.

I knew that if we did continue with this then there was a high chance the both of us wanted more. For right now tho, all I wanted were his delicate words and him.

Two motor babies going at it never ended well in the stories other killjoys told. That's what got me scared, one of us could potentially die.

"Oh my, MIKEY!"

...

It was pretty early when I started to wake up. My brain began to process where I was and I mentally cursed at how stupid I was. I changed into my clothes quickly and looked around for my gun.

Kobra kid wasn't in sight and I only assumed he was at the front of the diner. I crept open the door slowly and listened closely for any sign of life.

"Oh come on!"

I heard Party laugh.

"Next time we'll leave you there if you don't learn to shut up!" Ghoul sounded pissed but it was obvious he was joking.

"You guys can't obviously assume he won't spoil a slasher movie! As for me, I learned to shut my mouth retard!"

Kobra had jumped into the conversation.

I opened the door more and tried to peer my head out more to take in the view of the front. Party, Ghoul, and Kobra were all sitting on the booth eating power pup. The only person who was actually able to see me was Kobra.

His eyes darted in my direction and then looked down at the table. I mimicked what he did and lord behold my ray gun was on the table.

He looked at me with a challenging smirk.

I rolled my eyes and built the courage to walk out and retrieve my gun.

"You know when you have a one night stand you're supposed to leave before the person you slept with wakes up?" Party spoke to me.

I gave a cold stare at Kobra and went for my gun. His hand got to it first and pulled it away.

"Not so fast doll," he waved it around.

Right now there was no way out of this. I'd have to endure the torture of this painful situation.

"Don't call me doll baby," I cringed at the nickname.

"I'm just getting started."

Kobra smirked and pulled me on top of him.

I felt the boy's eyes on me but I felt intimidated to look at them. Soon enough Jet Star walked in and I looked at him desperately.

"What's the matter doll?"

Kobra kid had placed his lips near my ear. His right hand was placed on top of my thigh, slowly itching upwards.

"The problem is that you're a dirty bastard," I scuffed.

The boys laughed.

"Kobra!" Jet hissed at him.

Knowingly I knew that Jet was bound to get me out of this. He gave Kobra a death glare and made him sigh in defeat.

"Run along doll," he shoved my ray gun in its holster and let me off from his lap. I looked at Jet and gave him a small smile of gratitude.

Ghoul gave me a wink and laughed when I flipped him off.

"Bye Micky," I softened my voice.

His face showed pure terror, only now realizing his identity was blown to a stranger. Of course I wouldn't be going around and screaming his real name, that's just child's play.

I walked out the diner feeling in power once again. My body mimicked the routine of turning on my bike like always. This time I took it slow and steady so I could listen to what was airing.

"Ol Trigger Finger needs some help down at his shop with ghosting, coming up is Laughter Blaster with some tunes," Dr. Ds voice disappeared.

I heard the faint music start to play.

"Fuck you!"

I screamed at nothing in particular.