He's Dead,And Also Looks That Way.

I ran upstairs and met with a smiling Brendon looking around my house.
"Why haven't you cleaned yet?" He asks innocently.
"Hi! What a surprise,how are you? Fine thank you." I said as I got closer to where he was standing."About that,I was going to call you."
"Why?"
"Because you made everything,it is your responsibility."
"It's your house."
" 'Was my birthday."
"It was yesterday."
"I'm hungover."
"So am I!"
"I hate you." And he gasp loudly like the drama queen he is.
"I made everything for you and that's how you thank me?" He dramatically says,sounding like a disapointed mom. I just roll my eyes at him.
"You know where to get the cleaning stuff,I gotta do something really fucking important." I walk away but said in a menacing voice before closing the door. "Don't touch that." I pointed at Jack who still hang on the ceiling and closed the door walking to basement again turning the lights on.

"Hey mummy boy,what are you doing there?" I half laughed as I found him standing by some boxes,and a leg in one of them. He moved his trapped leg in response.
"You can't get it out?" He grunted and moved his leg again. I half sighed half laughed as I came closer to him."how did you even get your leg stuffed in there?" I held his leg up and pushed the box away. "There you go buddy." He made a happy noise just as I hear Brendon squealing in disgust at something upstairs.
I look at the boy who was looking at the ceiling curiously as he started to drool again,this time without blood.
"That,my friend,is the guy who claims being my best friend,which he is,but he is really fucking annoying. And he'll probably freak out if he saw you,that's why you gotta stay here until he goes away." He looks down at me,and blinks."His name is Brendon,and he is probably the gayest dude I ever meet." He grunted and looked up again as we heard Brendon muffled complains. "You'll probably like him." I smiled and patted his shoulder as I heard Brendon swear at something followed by a loud noise.
"You better don't have dropped Jack or I'll kick your ass!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"I hope you didn't care to much about the lamp then!" He yelled back.
"Wait here." I said to my dead friend as I went upstairs." What did you do?" I said as I saw Brendon under my lamp ceiling.
"How did you drop that?" I asked half surprised half annoyed.
"I kicked the ceiling." He said.
"How did you manage to kick the ceiling?"
"With a chair."
"But how?"
"I was about to fall from the chair and kicked the thing." He said like it was the most normal thing ever.
"You never cease to amaze me."
"That's why you love me." He smiled innocently.
"I still hope for the day your break your neck with a spoon."
He frowned a little bit." Why with a spoon?"
"You kicked my fucking ceiling,it wouldn't surprise me if it happens." I grinned and he giggled proudly." Now get that thing back up." I smiled and helped him back to his feet.
"What are you doing anyway?" He ask me with a curious look showing on his big brown eyes.
"Not you." I said flatly.
"Damn." We laughed for a moment at my shitty joke. "Seriously what?"
"None of your bussiness,Bren."
"Whatever then,Frankie." And he went back to work,and I know perfectly he was going to ask every time he had a chance from now on,fucking Urie.

I went back to the stairs only to find the guy trying to go back upstairs.
"No buddy no,he can't see you,no don't." He ignored me as he slowly stepped on another step."Dude no,you're gonna scare him!"
"Frank?" I heard Brendon ask from the living room.
"I'm on the phone shut up!" I yell back. "I'm serious mummy boy you can't go upstairs! I know you must be bored down there." He was three step away to his goal,still ignoring my presence. I don't want to push him down the stairs,but godamn it.
"With who?" Brendon ask again.
"Your mom! We're planning our wedding!"
"Enough with your sass,kid." I heard him laugh.
He reached the last step and I heard Brendon girly high pitched scream from the living room and run out.
"Frank! Frank there's a dude with- " He saw the guy and screamed again all of the sudden making me scream too scaring the kid who also made a loud noise.
"What the fuck is that?!" He asked pointing a the bandaged boy.
"I found him in my backyard and thought he was cute."
That's it,my life is tv show joke from Disney channel. Just as Brendon was about to ask something else a guy with white short hair,and half of his face tattoed like a skull and looking way too much like my zombie buddy,kind of materialized in front of me arm crossed and looking pretty fucking angry.
"Why the fuck do you keep my body in a basement?!" And my neighbors are probably going to call the police with all our fucking high pitched scream and loud growl from my zombie.

I'm probably locked in a sims video game with a fat dude playing god somewhere because this shit can't be real.

Notes

This chapter is probably the worst one so far,I tried to be funny but failed miserably. I'm not made for that kind of stuff.

Anyway,tell me if this wasn't too cringe worthy because it was for me.

See ya~

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