Hey, kid || Frank Iero

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May 1, 2002

I woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from the closed door of an unfamiliar bedroom.

I sat up and looked around confused as to why the hell I wasn't in my dorm room, and why my alarm clock didn't go off. Didn't I have a lecture to go to? Or was it Saturday?

Then I remembered the shocking events of yesterday.

So I really did time travel back to 2002 and meet basement My Chem. Wow.

Standing up off the bed, I looked down at myself wearing Frank's clothes, and headed towards the door to go see Frank making breakfast.

"Morning Ana," he said when he turned around and saw me enter the small kitchen in the apartment.

"Morning," I grumbled, sitting down on the chair next to the kitchen table.

I looked up and saw three mugs sitting on the counter and gestured to them, to which Frank nodded and handed me one of the mugs.

I took a huge sip of the hot liquid as it slid down my throat. "Ugh, thank you so much, I would've died without this."

Frank let out a little laugh. "Ray's probably still sleeping, I'll wake him up after the two of us eat," he said, and slid two plates of pancakes onto the table, sitting down in front of me.

I ate them with a fork, and looked up at Frank, then back down at my plate. "Do you have a spork by any chance..." I mumbled.

"Hm?" he hummed, looking up at me.

"Hm? Oh nothing."

He looked at me weird, and then we went back to eating the pancakes, and a few minutes later, a very sleepy Ray came stumbling out of his room and into the chair next to Frank, snatching the coffee and taking a huge gulp.

"Mornin princess fro fro," I said, taking another bite of the pancakes.

Ray looked up at me skeptically, and I sighed. "Shit, I forgot you still have the mind set of 2002 Ray. It's the fandom's nickname for you, because of your fro..." I looked up, and noticed that his hair was shorter than I last remembered. "But that will happen later, I guess."

He looked at me funny, which was understandable. Just imagine a stranger calling you "princess fro fro" and telling you that you would have big hair later in life. Totally weird.

~~

Lola the demon pug waddled through the halls of the castle of hell, trying not to trip over their long cloak.

They entered the room at the end of the long, dark, corridor that was being lit up by a few torches hanging from the sides of the walls, and saw that there two demon comrades have already arrived.

"⃠Y ⃠o⃠ u⃠ a⃠ s ⃠k ⃠e⃠ d ⃠ t⃠ o⃠ s⃠ e ⃠e⃠ u⃠ s⃠ m ⃠a ⃠s ⃠t ⃠e ⃠r⃠ ?"⃠ the first one, Furfur, asked Lola.

"̸Y̸e̸s̸,̸ w̸e̸ m̸u̸s̸t̸ d̸i̸s̸c̸u̸s̸s̸ t̸h̸e̸ g̸i̸r̸l̸.̸ T̸h̸e̸ p̸r̸o̸p̸h̸e̸t̸,̸ D̸i̸a̸n̸a̸ M̸e̸y̸e̸r̸s̸.̸"̸ they said.

I̺͆s̺͆ t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆r̺͆e̺͆ a̺͆ p̺͆r̺͆o̺͆b̺͆l̺͆e̺͆m̺͆ w̺͆i̺͆t̺͆h̺͆ t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆ p̺͆r̺͆o̺͆c̺͆e̺͆s̺͆s̺͆,̺͆ m̺͆a̺͆s̺͆t̺͆e̺͆r̺͆?̺͆"̺͆ Chort, the other demon servant asked. "̺͆W̺͆e̺͆ c̺͆a̺͆n̺͆ c̺͆h̺͆a̺͆n̺͆g̺͆e̺͆ t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆ p̺͆r̺͆o̺͆c̺͆e̺͆s̺͆s̺͆ i̺͆f̺͆ y̺͆o̺͆u̺͆ n̺͆e̺͆e̺͆d̺͆.̺͆"̺͆

Lola the demon pug shook their head. "̸N̸o̸,̸ n̸o̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸ n̸o̸t̸ b̸ę̸ ñ̸e̸c̸ç̸a̸s̸a̸r̸ÿ̸.̸ I̸'̸m̸ j̸ü̸š̸t̸ h̸e̸r̸e̸ t̸ø̸ d̸i̸s̸c̸u̸s̸s̸ h̸e̸r̸ p̸r̸o̸g̸r̸e̸s̸s̸.̸

A̸ f̸e̸w̸ d̸a̸y̸s̸ a̸g̸o̸,̸ w̸e̸ d̸e̸c̸i̸d̸e̸d̸ t̸o̸ d̸o̸ a̸ t̸i̸m̸e̸ r̸i̸t̸u̸a̸l̸,̸ s̸e̸n̸d̸i̸n̸g̸ t̸h̸e̸ p̸r̸o̸p̸h̸e̸t̸ b̸a̸c̸k̸ t̸o̸ a̸ t̸i̸m̸e̸ w̸h̸e̸n̸ t̸h̸e̸ p̸r̸o̸p̸h̸e̸t̸s̸ m̸a̸t̸e̸ i̸s̸ m̸o̸r̸e̸ c̸o̸m̸p̸a̸t̸a̸b̸l̸e̸ f̸o̸r̸ t̸h̸e̸ g̸i̸r̸l̸.̸ 2̸0̸0̸2̸ F̸r̸o̸n̸k̸ O̸r̸e̸o̸.̸ I̸t̸ s̸h̸a̸l̸l̸ w̸o̸r̸k̸ g̸r̸e̸a̸t̸.̸"̸

"̺͆B̺͆u̺͆t̺͆ h̺͆o̺͆w̺͆ i̺͆s̺͆ s̺͆h̺͆e̺͆ g̺͆o̺͆i̺͆n̺͆g̺͆ t̺͆o̺͆ b̺͆e̺͆ a̺͆b̺͆l̺͆e̺͆ t̺͆o̺͆ s̺͆a̺͆v̺͆e̺͆ t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆ w̺͆o̺͆r̺͆l̺͆d̺͆ f̺͆r̺͆o̺͆m̺͆ t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆r̺͆e̺͆?̺͆"̺͆

"̸A̸l̸o̸n̸g̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ t̸h̸e̸ h̸e̸l̸p̸ f̸r̸o̸m̸ h̸e̸r̸ m̸a̸t̸e̸,̸ F̸r̸o̸n̸k̸ t̸h̸e̸ O̸r̸e̸o̸.̸ I̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸k̸ o̸f̸ s̸o̸m̸e̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ b̸e̸f̸o̸r̸e̸ t̸h̸e̸ d̸a̸t̸e̸ o̸f̸ t̸h̸e̸ w̸o̸r̸l̸d̸'̸s̸ d̸e̸m̸i̸s̸e̸.̸"̸

~~

"Ahhh! Stop it, Frank!" I laughed, as he threw a pancake at me.

"No! Never!" he yelled, and Ray just sat there on the kitchen floor, playing runescape or something like that.

We all laughed at each other, when suddenly Frank said, "So the guys said they were coming over in a few minutes, there apartment is just down the hall."

I nodded, thinking about what the fuck I was going to say to them when they started asking me questions.

Did I tell them the truth? For starters, I didn't know the truth myself. Had I time traveled? And how the fuck did I do it exactly? I had no idea.

I snapped out of my very dumb thoughts when I heard a knock on Frank and Ray's apartment door, and in came Gerard and his sleepy looking brother.

"Hey Frank- is that coffee?" he asked, looking at the pot on the kitchen counter.

Without even waiting for Frank's reply, he rushed over there and took a mug out of the cabinet, pouring himself a cup and sitting down next to his brother and Ray on the floor leaning against the coffee table, while me and Frank stayed on the couch.

"So, Ana, tell us. How, in the fuck, are you here?" Gerard asked, looking me in the eye as he took another big gulp of his coffee.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Honestly, I have no fucking idea. But if this is 2002, then I'm definitely from the future. 2020, actually."

Mikey sighed. "Well, that complicates things."

"Wait, that means you don't have a place to stay?" Frank asked.

I shook my head. "I mean, I don't even live in Belleview. I'm from New York. And if I did happen to try to go back to my college, I don't think they'd let some chick who claims to be from the future into there dorms. I mean, you guys probably don't even believe me-"

"I believe you," Frank interupted. "I mean, you being from the future would explain a lot of things. Like your clothes, the way you talk, the fact that you were surprised that my car had crank windows. It makes sense."

"If you're really from the future prove it," Mikey said, of course, always the skeptical one.

I sighed.

"Well, where do I start..."

~~