When Frank Iero moved to the weird, old, town of Monmouth, sure, he expected big-ass mansions. What he didn't expect was for their dead inhabitants to become acquainted with him. On the night of October 31st, in 1872, all the residents residing in the Wicken Manor, including a young female guest and the owner himself...
This is a crack post kind of story my best friend and I came up with and wrote mid 2015 . Lots of dumb insiders and jokes that aren't meant to offend. Just for fun. Written in play format I have no idea why. Uhhh Lyn-z is a cheater, Gerard is hella gay and Frank is a stipper. Pete and Mikey make an usual appearance.
"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."
"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and...
Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these...
Why is he keeping me alive? Out of all people, what am I to him? But then again, is staying here with him better than dying? And WHY do I trust him!? (I DO NOT OWN GERARD WAY...sadly....I DO OWN THE PLOT, AND THE MAIN CHARACTER, BUT THAT'S PROBABLY IT)
