One Wish (Petekey)

The Ink is Leaking From The Page

A/n prepare for some trippy shit my dudes, I can hardly comprehend it. But know it means a whole lot because I'm against including things that don't have any meaning sooo...

A boy called Patrick spoke into the microphone, face red from the performance, "I might sing but there Pete's lyrics and I'd really like him to explain some of the songs we've performed tonight."

Pete laughed, shaking his head, the sweat from his brow glistening, Mikey flushed at how attractive the other male was.

"I don't wanna hold up the battle of the bands too much but I do wanna confess something. Most songs we've performed tonight are about a very special someone," The crowd cheered, probably expecting some sort of proposal, Mikey started to regret coming here tonight.

"His name is Mikey Way, and this next song is for him."

Mikey's lips fell open in shock and from the crowd his eyes met Pete's. Being trapping in the bassist's gaze was like drowning in liquefied cotton candy.

Pete smiled and mouthed, I love you, only for Mikey to see.
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"Did you see that Mikey Way!" Pete shoved the trophy he and his band had just won into one of his bandmate's hands, making a beeline the awkward teen he'd just confessed his love for, "We won! We won battle of the bands! All because of you!!"

Mikey blushed at the other teen's words, keeping his gaze locked on the floor of Belleville's very own memorial hall, "but I didn't even do anything."

"You didn't do anything!?!!" Pete parroted in disbelief, "Oh Mikey Way, sometimes I forget, for you being inspiring is effortless. You're my muse Mikey, my inspiration. I wouldn't be here without you."

"Why didn't you tell me until now?" Mikey asked in a small voice, peaking at the other boy's eyes, losing his staring contest with the floor.

"I don't know, maybe I was scared," Mikey was trapped in Pete's eyes at this point, unable to look away, unaware of his surroundings, "It doesn't matter anymore. I've got something for you."

"Oh yeah?" Mikey blushed, unable to keep a smile off of his face.

A sudden weight was shoved into his hands. Breaking their hypnotic eye contact Mikey lowered his gaze.

It was Sarah's book.

"Pete, what the-"

The palms of Mikey's hands grew cold and damp from what he'd at first assumed to be sweat but was beginning to doubt that theory. The book grew heavy and slimy at an alarming rate causing him to struggle under the weight and also with grip.

After more inspection Mikey quickly realised the book was some how in the process of configuring itself into a rectangular moss covered river stone. Mikey dropped the object in sheer terror.

The cover flew open, which was surpriskng as Mikey had thought the book to be entirely river stone at this point. Yellow pages stained with age flicked past at a speedy pace until finally ceasing at a sketch of a young girl falling down a large hole.

"Alice in Wonderland," Pete spoke up, "Interesting."

Mikey looked down at his feet, finding the surrounding world growing larger, or perhaps he was growing small.

Suddenly he wasn't in his world at all, but scrambling to keep grip on a yellow stained ledge, not daring once to glimpse at the inky abyss he knew his legs dangled in. With what little upper body strength he possessed Mikey attempted to lift himself from the book from Hell's death trap.

As he heaved himself he came to the horrifying realisation that he couldn't do it, he wasn't strong enough. He returned to his previous gripping plan, knowing it was only a temporary solution to withhold the inevitable. Mikey felt his hands dampen, this time dreading the realisation that there was no magical trickery. He was sweating. He was slipping. He was going to fall.

"Help?"

It was Sarah. Though when he took a proper look at her, she didn't seem much like Sarah. Her complexion was now the pasty yellow of the book's pages, her details limited compared to that of the day before. She was merely an illustration in the book. Mikey vaguely wondered if he looked as washed out and trademarked by the book as she did.

"Yes, please," He gasped out.

The now sketched girl grasped underneath his shoulders and Mikey heaved himself up with all his might. Their combined body strength only just managing to free Mikey from the depths of the hole.

He lay on the surface, attempting to catch his breath and comprehend the circumstances he found himself in. Everything was moving far too fast for his liking, "W-what's down there?"

He asked the question to attempt to understand even the smallest, unrelated detail of the entire situation.

But the voice that replied wasn't Sarah's.

"You're wildest dreams."

It was a voice that usually brought comfort and security to Mikey but now hearing it could be likened to being submerged into an ice bath.

"M-mom?"

Mikey looked up just in time to see the woman smile grow sinister and he scrambled to his feet, desperate to distance himself from the twisted version of Donna Way.

Turning, he noticed he could see reality from the edge of the page and decided his best bet to freedom was to run towards it. He wondered if those in the memorial hall had noticed his transportation into the book but decided they most likely hadn't, no one ever did notice this sort of thing in the movies

Running towards it he couldn't hear his mother's footsteps, then again he couldn't even hear his own, behind him so he assumed she hadn't followed him. Though the thought of Donna watching him with that grotesque smile was somehow even more unsettling.

Placing one foot off of the page confirmed his theory as he found himself growing taller (or perhaps the book was growing smaller) but felt a sudden weight had appeared in his pocket.

When he was sure he was entirely in his own reality again he investigated. It was a lighter. As he admired it the room grew silent, and without his knowledge every single person who was previously mingling in the hall now watched in with inhuman focus.

Mikey lit the lighter and knelt down to the book.

For what had seemingly appeared to be made mostly of riverstone it took surprisingly well to the flames, quickly becoming engulfed by them.

"Mikey?"

Mikey turned to see Pete. Pete who was covered in flames.

"Mikey, what did you do?" Pete whimpered out.

"I-I don't know!" Mikey cried, feeling an intense urge to sob, "SOMEONE CALL 911!!"

"Mikey, you know what you did."

Mikey fell to the floor rocking back and forth, whimpering, "I know what I did, I know what I did."

"Say it, Mikey Way, say it!"

"I can't have one without the other."

I can't have one without the other.

I can't have one without the other.

A/n, Hey guys, uh, I know this is super trippy but I'm compelled to tell y'all it was just a dream. Because I just didn't feel right with bringing that up to the next chapter.