Another day at this fucking drug store. I work long hours with little rations. It is 2019 and all of Earth is silent except for the East Coast of what used to be Calafornia. My name is Frank Iero, I'm seveteen years old and I'm considering whether or not to blow out my brains out today. My life sucks my family is dead (Not that I entirely miss them), My boss is starving me to death, and EVERYONE is the same, B-O-R-I-N-G! Yup, another bland day in Perfeito, everyone wearing the same shitty white uniform and walking around with that hollow smile. Suddenly the door flew open and a little girl with colorful clothes sprinted into the back room where I keep my gun.
"This got intresting" I thought as I walked into the back room, the girl sat in the corner shaking and shivering, I put my hand on her shoulder and she whispered
"You need to get me out of Perfeito!"

Notes

I thought about this for hours when I finally came up with the perfect fan fiction. How Frankie became Fun Ghoul!