Duel Personalities

Gerard was abruptly jolted from his half asleep state, he came to the sudden, painful realisation that he wasn't Party Poison, driving off into the sunset with his Killjoy friends, he wasn't the red haired, sassy leader of a bunch of rebels, who wore bright outfits, and drank juice will fighting dracs because it was fucking delicious. Instead he was just a 22 year old, nobody comic book writer, sat in his basement, doodling his fantasies out. He had been offered the odd contract here and there for different comic series, but he wanted to do his own thing, just nobody was interested in what he had to offer.

As he painfully pulled back into reality, he noticed stood over him was Fun Ghoul, all dressed up, and ready to go. "Fun Ghoul, you ready to rock" he mumbled, still not fully awake. "Oh don't tell me you were up all night again working on that stupid comic book Gee" replied the man believed to be Fun Ghoul. Having expected a vastly different response, Gerard turns back to face the man, startled beyond belief. Rather than the dashing Fun Ghoul, there was a 18 year old man, who had shaven and dyed the side of his hair red. "Oh, its you Frankie" he says, just about hiding his disappointment behind a somewhat cheerful grin.

As Gerard tried to get out from behind his desk, which was littered with various comic ideas, designs, and concepts, most of which where unfinished, abandoned half way through creation, Frank walked over to the bed located at the far end of the basement and collapsed onto the messy, unmade, bed, which was more a dumping ground for whatever clothes weren't on the floor than an actual bed. "So, since you are so insistent on this bloody comic, I at least hope my character is fucking good looking in it" Frank jokingly says, while Gerard stumbles over to hi wardrobe, and pulls on a Misfits tshirt that is slightly cleaner than the one he had previously been wearing. Noticing the tshirt he has pulled on, Frank quickly asks "You sure you should be wearing Mikey's stuff Gee, you know he can get fussy 'bout that sort of thing" and as fast as his his sleep addled brain would allow Gerard replied "Nah I'm sure Kobra Kid is fine with it Fun Gho... Frankie"

Frank suddenly sits up, and stares straight at Gerard, and says, his tone fluctuating between worry and borderline anger "Gee, you need to stop this, its got us all worried, you keep calling us these, what did you say they are, Killjoy names? you need to stop, I mean it, you're getting sucked into this new idea, its absorbing you, consuming you, and you need to come back to us" Wiping the tears from his eyes Frank gets up and leaves the Gerard alone, to stand in the darkness of his little den in the basement of the house.

Noticing the tears in his friend's eyes, Gerard hasty finishes getting dressed, and rushes upstairs himself, Frank was his closest friend, and he couldn't leave him so upset. As Gerard reached the the top of the stairs he noticed his 19 year old brother, pale as could be, his messy black hair stuck to his face, and glasses slightly skewed, as if he had only woken from his own dark crypt a few moments okay. However just as importantly as his brother, was what he carried in his hand "M, M, Mickey is that fresh coffee" Gerard frantically mumbles, his body suddenly realising it had been without the glorious source of caffeine for however long it had been since he fell asleep at his desk, some hours ago."Yeah, theres a fresh pot in the kitchen" Mickey grumbles in reply, evidently also caring more about the glorious source of caffeine in his hand, than his brother at that moment in time.

As Gerard reached the kitchen in search of the the freshly made kitchen, he had completely forgotten about Frank, and was focused solely on obtaining, and drinking as much coffee as he could, his body was craving the rich black goodness, and who was he to deny himself? However upon reaching the coffee pot, he heard someone make a slight coughing sound behind him. Deciding whoever it was could wait till he had at least poured one mug of coffee, he ignored them, and went about obtaining a mug that looked somewhat clean.

Once Gerard had obtained said mug, and finished pouring, and drinking his two cups of the hot, bitter nectar, turned to face the source of the coughing, third mug in hand. "Gee, you need to sort yourself out, you're becoming a wreak, spending every living moment writing about those stupid alter egos , and every sleeping moment thinking you are them" Frank burst out, not giving Gerard time to say anything. "Frankie... what can I say, what can I do to show you that I have more in my life than the fabulous Killjoys, and their adventure" Gerard replied, only briefly hesitating to try and carefully pick out the words to use.

"Gee, I don't know, you have us worried is all, we know you've been hitting the booze again okay, we just don't want you to completely relapse..." Tears start to rapid flow from Frank's misty eyes as he finishes his sentence. Gerard, noticing how hurt Frank actually was, puts down his mug of coffee, slides onto the chair next to Frank at the kitchen table, and hugs him tightly. "Don't worry Frankie, I'm okay, I promise, I'm sorry I started to drink again, but, well y'know it helps ward off my demons when I get really bad, it gives me the strength to stand up to them" Frank turns to look and Gerard, and simply says "Okay Gee, I trust you" and leans in and quickly kisses him on lips, before pulling away and saying "Look, I have to go, band practice, Ray will kill us if we are late" Gerard lets go of Mikey, and picks up his coffee mug again, after taking a couple of sips he turns to back to face Frank, and with a forced smile on his face say to him "Have fun with Mikey and Jet Star, you can tell me about it when you drop Mikey back off home later"

With that Frank turns to leave the kitchen, however stops just short to reply, a hint of worry in his voice "Gee you need to stop it with those names, please for you own sake" However before Gerard can say anything in reply, Frank continues, this time with a smile on his face, and a hint of excitement "And of course I'll tell you about it later, I might even stay the night if you want me to" and with that Frank walked out of the kitchen, grabbed his guitar, Pansy, which had been careful placed in the hall, and strolled out of the front door, Mikey following just behind him, eager not to be left behind, and face the wrath of the fro man alone should they be late.

Once Mikey had closed the frontdoor, Gerard finished his mug of coffee, poured the remainder of the pot into the his mug, and then made his way back downstairs to his basement layer, eager to pick up from where his latest adventure had taken him before Frank had dragged him back into the dull affair he reluctantly called his life. He been offered, many times by both Mikey and Fun Gh, no sorry Frank, to join the band they had with Gerard's old friend Ray Toro, however he always declinded, he loved music, it was his biggest passion alongside art and comics, but how could he waste away valuable time in such a project when he was the mighty Party Poison, who had to resist the powerful Better Living Industries, and protect his Killjoy friends and followers from the evil Korse.

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