Frankly, My Dear

Now Frankie wasnt asexual, as he may seem, but he didnt exactly prefer the gothic girls (and some boys) that seemed to be encompassing him at what seemed like every second of the day. Sure, hed hook up once in a while, he was a highschool boy after all, but nothing of this nature lasted very long. As I've said, he preferred the solitude of his own being and mind as company. But there was one boy in which Frankie thought had always been entranced with him.

This boy, Mikey Way, who had been deemed 'gay' on multiple occasions for being a tad clingy with Frankie, still always stuck to his side. However, Frankie was a closed fortress, and he was determined not to form a soft spot for Mikey. But over the years, while the small animal murders progressed, as well as Frankie's angry emotions expanding, he slowly let Mikey more and more into his life.

Now we must remember that neither Mikey or Frank are to be trusted. Mikey, for vowing to avenge the small hamster from years before, and to stop Frankie. And Frankie, for being the obviously sociopathic murderer we know him so well as. They were destined to clash from the beginning, and did so when Frankie decided to let Mikey into his gloomy abode.

It started out normally enough. It started out normally enough. But once Frankie made the daring decision to allow Mikey into his private life, it was no longer normal enough. As Mikey began to step into his colleagues territory, Frankie suddenly jumped in front of the door, just in time to slam it shut, yet still slip in. So Mikey was left outside of the room, in a confused stupor. He decided to knock, though it seemed strange. But of course, little Mikey always had to be polite. If he ever were to barge in on Frankie again, he thought, there may be another wicked occurrence.

Approximately five seconds after this thought, Frankie burst through the door once again. "You can come in now." He said gravely. Mikey was confused. Why was Frankie acting like a mortician or something? He hadnt been around any bodies lately.. Then he realized. Maybe Frankie had been around bodies lately. Mikey quickly shook this thought from his head and reluctantly followed Frankie into his dismal chamber of a bedroom.

Once inside, Mikey was taken aback quite a bit. Being the suspicious vex he was, Mikey had expected the walls to be dripping with blood, or a similarly gruesome scene. But as he walked in, the walls werent hemic, but a dismal navy blue color, distinctly matching the sapphire bedset and curtains.

"Welcome" Frankie gestured sarcastically at his small dwellings.

Mikey cautiously sat down on the decently sized bed in the center of Frankie's room. "It-It's nicer than I thought." He squeaked out in a frail attempt at a compliment. "Thank you, I guess." Frankie replied, turning around from the desk he had previously been bowed over. Mikey returned to staring at the room in awe, continually willing an unnerving scene to occur, just so he could have evidence against Frankie as a criminal. But five minutes into dully staring at the wall, nothing happened. Frankie suddenly spoke up. "Hello? Ive been trying to get ahold of you for the last few minutes, but I dont know if youre even still there." He said questioningly, continuing to stare intently at Mikeys bewildered expression as he realized his surroundings.

"S-sorry." Mikey tried to speak, but it came out in a stutter.

"What's got you so bewildered, my friend?" Frankie inquired, reverting back to his usual condescending tone.

Mikey glanced around once more, then leaned toward Frankie. He dubiously whispered "Where's the mouse?"

Frankie just coughed.

"Well where is it?" Mikey leaned back a bit from his earlier position.

"I honestly do not know what you are talking about." Frankie stared at him blankly, almost like Mikey had been staring at the navy walls, expecting them to become coated in crimson.

After Mikey didnt answer and finally leaned back, Frankie continued glancing at him expectantly. "I'm too good at this acting thing." He thought as he lingered on Mikey's perplexed, almost worrisome eyes.

Suddenly Mikey stood up. "I'm going home." He announced, and walked out the door before Frankie could think of an adequate response to this outburst.

For the next few minutes, Frankie just sat there, speechless. Mikey had never raised his voice like that before. After the reality sank in, Frankie just leaned back in his chair and sighed contentedly.

Why was he content? Because he had finally broken Mikey Way.

Frankie sighed once again as he thought, "Back to solitary. No friends, no pets, no bonds." As he thought this, Frankie slowly began falling into the vortex that is dreamland. "No more friends." He thought one last time before falling into unconsciousness.

But for once, Frankie was wrong.

Notes

Hey, if anything says "Bobbie" it's supposed to be Mikey, okay? Bobbie was the original name for the character but whatever. What do you think? I personally don't like how soft my adjectives have been getting. Gotta toughen up and add some pulsing venations in there amiright// (Sorry if it's missing apostrophes I suck at those. Also, I saw that I had a subscriber and I just want to say thank you okay bye)