Includes Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Hannibal Lecter, Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, and Josef Heiter. Because why not have yet another embarrassing fanfiction on my account? Please enjoy and hopefully vote/comment?

The worst part in being the demon of a person, is that he needs to think about you in order for you to survive. You feed on his fear. And if he doesn't fear, you are nothing but a blurry face. UPDATED ONCE A WEEK: EVERY SUNDAY AT 2PM EST.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.