Frank Iero Oneshots

Do You Hate Me?

This is a danger days au. Basically you escaped BLind, and we're found in the middle of the desert by the fabulous four. They took you in since you were low on supplies, and didn't have a base. After months you and Ghoul didn't get along what so ever, until you saved him from a couple of dracs.
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You had be traveling on your own for awhile. It had been about three or four months since you escaped from battery city. Your dad had begged you not to leave, but after realizing what BLI was doing to the people of battery city, you couldn't stay.

While escaping, you had gotten pretty injured, and being all alone with such limited supplies didn't help much. A group of killjoys had come across you a few weeks ago, but just as quickly as they showed up, they had left.

You were about to just lay on the ground and give up. Just let the desert do whatever it would please to you. At least you wouldn't have to hopelessly wander around the hot desert looking for any supplies you would need. You were sure no one would miss you anyway. I mean who really knew you anymore.

Just as you sat down, and leaned back on a rock, you heard a vehicle in the distance. You peeked your head up from behind the rock, and spotted a trans am covered in spray paint heading right towards your direction. The people in the car hadn't seemed to have noticed you yet.

You studied to four people in the car. They all appeared to be male. The guy in the driver seat had red hair, and pale skin. He was wearing a yellow domino mask, so you couldn't get a good look at his face. You're gaze shifted to the man in the passenger seat. He was wearing a jacket similar to the red heads, but his jacket was red. He had a yellow motorcycle helmet that had the words "GOOD LUCK" written across it. Then you looked at the guys in the back. One had a black leather jacket, and an astronaut helmet with his hair popping out at the bottom. The last guy had a yellow long sleeved shirt, and a Frankenstein mask covered his face. How the hell are they all wearing long sleeves in the middle of the dessert? You thought to yourself.

Apparently you had been staring for too long. The red head looked over at the rock you were hiding behind, then he turned, and said something to the others. Shit.

You quickly ducked behind the rock again, and tried to think of something to do. You knew you couldn't do much in this situation, but you have no idea what these people are like. The last group you were "apart of" abandoned you.

The sound of the running engine stopped and you froze. You could hear doors opening and closing. Quiet footsteps grew near you as you suck further into you hiding spot. As if that would help.

Soon the footsteps stopped, and the shadows of the men were casting down on you. You slowly look up and find four ray guns pointed right at you.

"Who are you?" The man with red hair asked in a stern voice. You only looked back at him in fear. You tried to stutter out a response, but couldn't seem to form any words.

"He asked you a question, dumbass. Who are you?" Frankenstein spoke up. He sounded pretty annoyed that I didn't answer.

"Uh- it's um- my name's y/k/n" you rushed out. Your eyes shifted between the four men. "Why are you in the middle of the desert all alone?" The red head asked.

"I-uh I don't really have a pl-place to stay, and-uh I don't have a group or anything" you told them. Red head looked at the other guys, and then slowly lowered his gun. He began to remove his mask, until the short one grabbed his arm, and stopped him.

"What are you doing? How do you know you can trust her?" Frankenstein almost yelled at the red head. He shrugged off shorties arm and told him, "I don't know that I can trust them, I'm just hoping that I can."