The Famous Living Dead

Dr. Death Defying wheeled himself into his lab, searching for his partner. "Show Pony!" He called, his voice booming and echoing. The sound of rollerskates sounded from down a long hallway. "I'm coming!" A voice called. Just then, a boy came rolling out. He had long brown hair and was wearing tights. Show Pony was different from the others in the underground. He was more active, he was quicker... and he was alive. He himself didn't know why he was in the underground if he wasn't dead, but he knew Dr. Death before he actually died, so he knew he must have had a good reason to bring him down with him. "Yes sir?" He asked. Dr. Death turned to him and smirked as he said, "The other living one is here, and there is no way he can get out now." Show Pony frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "Remind me again, Dr, why he needs to be kept here?" He asked. Dr. Death sighed loudly and shook his head. "Because... it takes a living sacrifice of two to bring someone back from the dead. I will use him simply to bring myself back to life." He explained.
Show Pony looked around confused. "You said... two living people... who's the other?" He asked, swallowing hard because he already knew the answer. Dr. Death shook his head again and grasped Show Pony's wrist. "I'm going to use you too!" He shouted. Show Pony gasped and resisted the grip, but Dr. Death held tighter. "You can't leave me now, Show Pony, we're partners, and you said it yourself, you'd give up anything for me. Why won't you give up your life so I may live again?" He asked. Show Pony felt tears in his eyes, his heart pounding from fear. "Dr. Death, please let me go... please." He begged, pulling back again. "No, I wont. You said you'd do anything, just do this for me." Dr. Death snapped. Show Pony pulled back harder, releasing himself from his grip. "No!" He cried, falling to the ground. Dr. Death came flying from his wheel chair, landing on the ground. "Show Pony! Get over here!" Dr. Death shouted as Show Pony got to his feet and quickly rolling away. Tears slid down the boys face as he sped out of the lab. He had to get away, he had to warn Frank.
He ran away for two hours before he found himself lost. He stopped and looked around at the old dead trees. 'Where am I?' He thought, looking up and around over and over again. He leaned up against a tree and sighed. He was scared. Dr. Death could easily find him and bring him back. And if he did, he would never be let go. And worse, he and Frank would be tortured before death. Show Pony couldn't believe that Dr. Death was willing to kill him to come back to life. What happened to the time that they had each other's backs? What happened to the time that they were always there for each other? What happened to the time where Dr. Death said he loved him? The though of that sent Show Pony into a fit of sobs. He couldn't forget all those times the two had together. The loved that Dr. Death claimed to have shared with him. He wiped his eyes and looked around. He had to find Frank before it was too late. He regained his balance and shook off his feelings. Who needed feelings when their life was on the line?
He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes lit up with hope. A town wasn't too far away. He quickly skated his way to the outskirts of the town and stopped. 'Would Frank be here?' He thought to himself. He decided to go for it. He needed to take any chances if it meant finding this other living person. He took of his skates, deciding he was better on foot rather than on wheels. Little problem, he didn't know where to start? This whole underground world could be where Frank is, what are the chances he'd be here? He decided to start asking the undead to see if they knew anything. After about an hours unluck, he was near giving up. He turned to a pair of deads, their hands linked together. Both male. One had a giant gash in his chest and stomach, the other looked like an axe was taken to one side of him, causing him to lean to one side. Show Pony shuddered, but approached them. "Hello..." He said nervously. A darker haired one looked at him and smiled. "Hi there! Whoa... you're alive! How is that even possible!! Do you know who Frank is?! I heard about him... Gerard Way has him I think. Oh, from what I've seen, he's really cute and-" The darker haired one was cut off by the one leaning to one side. "Shut up, Pete, don't tell this guy everything. How do you know you can trust him?!" He scolded.
Pete frowned and looked at the tilted one. "Whatever, I can trust him. And besides, I can put up a fight if he wants to hurt me." He said. Show Pony gasped, realizing that they knew Frank. "Do you know where he is? I'm looking for him. He's not safe here... and neither am I..." Show Pony explained. The tilted one looked at him funny and turned to Pete, who smiled wide and nodded. "I know this one!!! Patrick... can I tell him?!" Pete asked, sounding like a small child who knew an answer to a question. Patrick sighed loudly and nodded. "YAY!!! Okay... I saw him... I did. He went... in there!!!" Pete said loudly, pointing at a garage like building. Show Pony sighed in relief. The first town he looked in, and it was the right one. "Thank you!" Show Pony said, turning to the garage. "No problem!" Pete said then turning to Patrick. "He was kinda cute..." He said. Patrick elbowed Pete and rolled his eyes. "You think everyone's cute." He said. Pete giggled and nodded. "Yes, but you're the cutest!!"
Show Pony opened the door to the building and stepped back as something flew in front of his face. "Guys! Stop it, put me -ouch!- Put me down!!!" A voice said. Show Pony took a moment, taking in the scene, before realizing that two dead men were playing volleyball with another man's head. "Guys! Stop!!!" The head shrieked. One man laughed and and hit the head harder. "Nope!" He shouted. Show Pony winced as the head was thrown back and forth between the two. "Tre, Billie, stop abusing Ray and give his head back!" A voice shouted. The two men stopped their game and handed the head to a currently decapitated man. "Thank you." He head told them. "U-um... sorry to intrude... but I'm looking for... Frank...?" Show Pony said timidly. Ray looked at him as he positioned his head and nodded. "He's over there next to Gerard." He said, pointing in a corner. Show Pony turned his attention to the corner and saw a dead man and a live man speaking. The live man was blushing and giggling like a school girl. Show Pony saw the look in Frank's eyes and smiled. He remembered that look... the look of love.
Show Pony walked to them, his skates in his hands. "Um, excuse me? Are you Frank?" He asked. The live one turned to him and nodded. "Yes, that's me..." He said. Show Pony cleared his throat and looked at the floor. "My name is Show Pony, and we need to get out of here. Dr. Death Defying is planning on killing us both for his own selfish use... please, you have to believe me." He said. Frank's eyes turned from love to fear in one second. "Are you... joking?" Frank asked. "No! Why would I do that?! I'm serious. We're both in danger, and we have to get back to the surface before he finds us!" Show Pony exclaimed. Gerard looked around, muttering, "I knew it wasn't my fault!" Show Pony fidgeted with his skates and looked at Frank's confused look. "Please, I know it's strange, but you have to believe me!" He cried. Frank looked at him hesitantly. "Well... I'm surrounded by dead people who can talk, why not believe what you say? So how do we get out? He asked. Show Pony looked into his eyes and said, "I have a plan."

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