"Oh, it's you, the sad boy." People know Frank Iero, they all use his name in vain. Well, not his name, per se. It's more like his alias. Fun Ghoul is what people most commonly know him as. His infamy reins on with every life he takes. A small boy becomes the next prey of Frank, a boy who just wants to wear skirts and play with stuffed animals. Just a boy who has a sad life that doesn't cower in the presence of Frank Iero.

Gerard Way has made his mind up. He is going to commit suicide in eighteen days time. So he's decided to write letters. One everyday, up until March 22nd, the day he's planned to die on. Mikey, Gerard's brother, and Frank, his best friend, have no idea. Their still living their lives, oblivious that Gerard wants to end his. Will Gerard change his mind, or is has he been doomed to die from the start? (Obviously this story will tackle heavy issues. Reader discretion is advised) [Also, there is Frerard and Petekey. Enjoy]

Dear Gerard, You're gone now. I want you back. Mikey x (sequel to Camisado)

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)