party poisons yellow bandana (u kno what this is)

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can't have a party poison oneshot without piss ;)

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a crack!fic based off of an actual conversation i had with my best friend today. 

my best mates role in that conversation is being played by the Piss Lord himself, because it was fitting.

i'm sorry in advance.

(also they're both trans bc fuck you, every killjoy is trans)

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Fun Ghoul was perfectly happy driving without the distraction of conversation. It gave them time to think. Time to mentally put together the hand-held bombs they were building back at the diner. Of course, Party was incapable of staying quiet for more than a handful of minutes, so it wasn't long before he piped up from the back seat.

"Y'know, I might just piss my pants for funsies."

The dark haired killjoy tightened his grip on the steering wheel and threw an exasperated look into the review mirror, resisting the urge to slam on the brake right then and there. They'd probably get bogged in the sand but it would be better than hearing wherever this was going. "Do not."

"Why not though?" The other 'joy asked, red hair falling in front of his face. He blew the firetruck strands out of the way and grinned. "For funsies!"

"Sir." Fun Ghoul furrowed their eyebrows at the reflection of their partner, wondering what the fuck they'd done to deserve this, and desperately hoping this was one of Party Poisons weird jokes.

Party looked across at the empty back seat, and raised his shoulders in an 'i mean, c'mon bro' gesture. "I'm in the backseat, no one's gonna know."

Ghoul sighed, feeling the will to live slowly slipping away. "Well, did you bring spare pants?"

"No, why would I?" The genuine confusion in Party Poisons voice, once again, had Fun Ghoul questioning the sanity of the rest of the desert. How the fuck was this boy the respected and feared leader of a rock 'n' roll rebellion?

"For, I dunno, when you feel the need to piss yourself for funsies?"

"....but that's part of the fun."

Ghoul groaned. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

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