There was once a man by the name of Frank Anthony Iero. He was twenty two years old and had quite a few tattoos, as well as two piercings. He played the guitar and had the most amazing blue eyes.
One day he started a new job at the local mental institute.
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The day started like any other. Alarm waking me up early, beeping incessantly. Straight to the coffee machine. Shower, get dressed, go to fourth day of work.
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Frank strode through to the recpetionists and waved hi to the woman behind the counter.
"Hey, Kathy!"
"Hi Frank," Kathy smiled brightly at him and pushed her greying hair from her eyes. "How are you, lovely?"
"All's good."
"Excellent," Kathy peered at her computer screen. "Says here that there's a new one checking in today.
Frank turned, his curiosity hooked. "Who's going to be his main nurse?"
A loud commotion by the door caught both their attention. A young man was being held down by two nurses and he was thrashing around, yelling at them.
"I don't belong here," he was chouting. "Let me go!"
One of the nurses looked over and smiled at Frnak. "Hey."
Frank waved and walked over. "Who's the newbie?"
Stacey rolled her eyes. "He's trouble, that's what he is."
"He seems nice," Frank stated, looking down at the now-subdued black-haired wonder.
His eyes rose upward and locked onto Frank's, cold and unwanting.
"Guess what," Stacey smiled.
"What."
"He's all yours," Stacey grinned, patting Frank on the back.
Aw shit.
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ok so this is my first ever fic.
go easy on me, yo
-steve
[EDIT: hi this is future-steve speaking. im editing these chapters to mae them less crappy, although they'll still be short as all fuckery. kisses]
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The Institute (Frerard)
FanfictionFrank Iero has just started work at Glenside Mental Institute, New Jersey. All seems easy enough, until he's assigned to the new patient, Gerard Way. [only read if you canstand chapters shorter than frank himself]
