Some say that's where man began,
in this wasted pice of land.
Where evolutions yet to show, forbidden zone.
-TheMisfits//THEFORBIDDENZONE

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"Hello sir.. is there anything I could help you with?"
I bite my lip and look at the man, he smiles "Yes. Do you sell hentai..?"

I process his sentence and choke a bit on the air. "Well.. we sell adult anime novels.. if you're interested."
The man nods, "Yes.. perfect." He scratches his beard.
I try not to up-chuck on this bastard.

"Follow me then." I smile, we start walking down the asiles. Eventually we get around to star wars area, which is weirdly close to our destination.
I mean what kid wants to get a Star Wars sticker book, and gaze their eyes to the left and see a pair of cartoon boobs?
Actually that sounds kind of nice.

"Here we are sir." I say slightly disgusted..He sniffs.
"Thankyou.. what's your name?"

"Greg." I panic, my name in fact isn't Greg, creeps are just one of my biggest pet peeves, and I rather not give my name to one. He smiles and nods "I'm Andy."
He looks through the shelves and grabs a stack of something I can't even read. Goddamn weaboo.

"Okay.. Andy, do you want me to ring you up..?"

"Yeah.. just give me a second." Andy jogs over to the star wars section and grabs himself a green lightsaber. I do not wanna know what he's going to be doing with that whenever he returns home, from his long day of perving. But who am I to judge, really? I too stick things in my ass.. on special occasions.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We walk back around to the front of the store, I try to encore the stares we're getting from all the elderly people.
But it's really hard..

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Dealing with creeps in an everyday thing for me, especially because I'm basically only four feet tall, and i look like a twelve year old. My real name is Frank, but I don't really give a shit if you call me Greg. Nobody does.I work at a BooksAMillion/JoeMuggs. It's pretty fun I guess, to be surrounded by books, action figures, and coffee. But the people are fuckwits.
There's three types of people who shop here, one, the parents who don't know shit about anything.. and I mean anything, two-...

A strong aroma of vanilla stings my nose. I look around, to detect the scent. Or you could say smell, but that just sounds funny.
Nothing? Okay.

I look down at my shoes and back up again, a man stands before me, he has black raven hair and dark eyes.. he's wearing a black jacket, grey jeans and he has a pair of sunglasses on top of his head. The smell intenses. It must be coming to him. I sigh, "Hi, is there anything I can help you with..?"

"Plastic." He murmurs.

"Excuse me?"

"If you actually cared you would have said that with a little enthusiasm."

"I'm sorry sir, I just got done helping this creep and I'm just really bummed out right now. Please don't report me or anything" I plead.

He smirks, "I know, I saw. You looked like you were about to punch him in the face."

"I thought I covered my emotions pretty well." I glare.

He raises an eye brow "Smiles don't hide everything, especially the truth."

I nod, understandingly.. "So is there anything I can help you with? If you just came over here to talk.. that's not gonna fly. If I don't work, I don't get paid."

"That's better." The man crosses his arms.

"I'm not really understanding what you're trying to say sir."

He looks at his fingernails and back at me. "Be real, that's what I'm saying."

"Oh.." I bite my lip, he's staring at my mouth.. making this conversation even more awkward.

"Say, can I pick your brain?", he licks his thin lips.

He's been doing that for the past minute.. "Yeah."

"I'm looking for a real life horror book."

"You mean something like Charlie Manson, or Edgar Allan Poe. Poetry counts."

"Charles Manson, Casey Anthony.. not poetry..."

"Oh that's over there." I go on my tippy toes and point to the far left.

"Okay, who should I get a book about?"

"Oh.. Edd Geen is my favorite.. Elieen Wuornos is pretty interesting too, some say she shouldn't have been put on the electrical chair. She wasn't mentally fit.." I ramble, and finish with a weird little smile.

"What did Ed do again?" he says slightly interested, think.. I really don't know. This guy is like a brick wall.. I can normally tell my costumers apart. But this guy, he's just a new breed of weird. I cant put my finger on it.

"I"ll tell you on the way there."

"Okay."

We start walking when i pick up the conversation. "To make a long story short, Ed geen killed a bunch of people and made lamps out of nipples."

"And he's your favorite?" The man says, exasperated.

"Y-yes.. he's interesting. You know he did it all for his dead mother?! She mentally, physically abused him.. and he just made flesh weaved baskets for her. It's fucked up, but I like it."

"You seem to be very passionate about this kinda stuff."

I sigh, "I am, everyone thinks I'm strange for it."

"People don't like what they can't understand, people don't believe what they can't see. Strange is different, different is hated."

"I rather be hated for what I am, then loved for what I'm not."

"Kurt Cobain said that, music is my passion." The man says matter-of-factily.

"Cool.." I smile.

"So should I get this book?" he grabs a copy of 'Ed Geen, Master-Mind."

I bite my lip and nod, how can some one be such a tightass.. and so.. interesting at the same time?.. He kind of reminds me of Dwight K. Shrute from 'The Office.'..Is that weird.?
Or maybe a cheap knock off of Edward Collin, but then again I don't even like Twilight, or any other shit vampire flick.

"So, lets ring you up." We stroll over to the cash register.

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"Disclaimer.."

I furrow my brows.

"I'll be coming in everyday, sitting right there." he points to an empty table by the coffee shop.

"Okay." I say awkwardly.

"I'll be reading this book." He waves the book around.

"Mhm.."

"..So we should get on a first name basis." He's totally a Dwight.

"Of course."

He blinks.

"Oh. Sorry, the names Greg."

He shakes his head, and laughs. "Nice to meet you Greg, I'm AssWipe."

I laugh too, "Hello, my name is Frank." I say more formally.

He nods his head, his smile fading.

"I'm Gerard Way."

Notes

Hey guys, this is the edited version of notes.. me from the future .. Cx
Anyways, thx for the subs and the amazing views. If you're starting to feel like the story isn't what you thought it would be.. It's not.
It might of seamed as if this fic is just darkness from the summary. And it is, but in a more modern way.
The story starts as a regular high school fic.
Which molds more into the darkness all you readers desire. So, don't give up on this fic. Satan knows I might. But It'll take you for a hard ride. Trust me.. (I'm not okay)