Frerard OneShots (finished)

IV - Crazy Bastard (FunPoison)

"Poison! Are you crazy?!" The redhead walked into the diner, a wound in their left side and one in their right knee, sliding their right foot over the floor. Fun Ghoul yelled at them, wanting them to stop. They gripped their yellow ray-gun tighter.

"Shut up, Ghoul..." Poison muttered between gritted teeth and walked further through the diner.

"What are you doing?! You can't fight like this! You're injured, for fuck's sake!" The shorter one gripped Poison's arm, making them stop momentarily. The redhead whirled around, pointing a sharp finger at the blackhaired.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, Ghoul!" They snapped, glaring at the shorter one. "Kobra's in there! He needs my help, he's my brother, Ghoul. I can't let him die." They calmed down a bit, looking at Fun Ghoul with almost begging in their eyes, but the blackhaired took none of their shit.

"No, for the last time! Jet himself said we shouldn't get in there." Fun Ghoul loosened his grip on Poison's arm a bit, still holding them back. The redhead started to glare again.

"Let me go. That's an order, Fun Ghoul."

"Too bad you're not the leader anymore. Jet Star's the boss, Dr. D said. You're on time-out after your last mistake. I won't take any of your shit, Poison." Fun Ghoul gripped their arm tighter again, pulling them away from the door to the next room where Kobra Kid and Jet Star fought against a few Dracs.

"He's my brother! I need to help him, for fuck's sake, let me go!" Party Poison yelled, yanking their arm back and storming to the door.

"You won't help anybody, Poison! You're injured, you can't fight!" The blackhaired retorted.

"Fucking watch me!"

-

"I told you so." Fun Ghoul muttered while sewing Party Poison's arm.

"Shut up..." The redhead mumbled, groaning and leaning back, closing their eyes and leaning their other arm over them.

"I'd yell at you if I wouldn't know you're injured." Jet Star chimed in and changed a bandage on Kobra Kid's shoulder.

"Don't be mad at them, okay? They're still my sibling..." Kobra muttered.

"Doesn't mean they can do whatever they want. Not now, at least." Ghoul bit off the string of the needle and patted Poison's arm, "there you go, fucker. All patched up."

Party Poison slid their arm off their eyes, opening them slowly. "Thanks, Ghoul. You're an angel."

"I'll remind you of this the next time you yell at me to fuck off." Ghoul grinned when he heard a snort from Kobra. Poison flipped them both off, sitting up straight.

"I never yell at anyone." They snarled and Jet raised an eyebrow at them.

"Ghoul, try to remind them of that, too, when they're yelling again, okay?" Jet Star ordered.

"Aye, Sir!" Ghoul did a salute and grinned, making Poison sigh and roll their eyes.

"I hate all of you..." They mumbled, standing up and swaying slightly.

"Poison, you shouldn't get up. You still lost a lot of blood, you know." Ghoul reminded them.

"I can do whatever I want!" They said, holding one finger up and tumbling around the room before they crashed into a wall.

Kobra Kid sighed. "I'm getting them, no worries."

-

"You are such a dumbass! How could you do that?!"