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nekumiko · 3 years

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An Unrequited Love for the Books

Fandom: Akame ga Kill

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Rated: T

Warnings: Major Character Death, Violence

Chapter: 1/?

Word count: 2128

In between the tall bookshelves, the sound of air being sliced echoes, before several thuds swiftly follow.

Booted feet confidently walk towards the interrupter of the sweet silence, stopping in front of a green-haired man whose ridiculously long coat is pinned to the ground by two of the many fatally-sharp tools he’d barely missed.

He looks up to find a bespectacled brunette in a frilly cream-colored dress and white apron staring him down, her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in amusement. “Ah!” he exclaims, pointing to her. “I told you to hide once someone sets the trap off!”

She giggles. “Mm-hmm, you sure did.” The girl then treads through the maze of slicers, choppers, and dicers stuck on the cement floor. “But I know what your footsteps sound like.” She reaches the free space between two knives dangerously close to the boy’s feet. She looks up and pokes his chest. “So I didn’t have to.”

“Aww, Layla-chan, that makes me blush.” His gaze on her finger raises to lock eyes with her.

As if the weight of the moment washes over her right then, Layla’s smile turns watery. “Lubba!” she whines before tackling him in a hug – eliciting a pained groan from the boy – and buries her face on his shoulder.

A soft smile overtakes Lubbock’s expression. He smooths her hair down and wraps his arms around her. “Yeah, I came back safe.”

Suddenly, Layla grips the collar of his coat tight and looks up at him. “Is that right?”

The coat slides off his shoulders. Lubbock’s eyes trail the girl’s small, warm hands snaking up his arms and then in his sleeves to reach his biceps, shoulders, underarms. Her hands then lift from his progressively-warm skin for a short moment before diving under his shirt to move up and down, left and right his torso.

He could only gulp. This body check is nothing new, but damn it, he could never get used to it.

After what seemed like hours, Layla steps back and dusts off her hands. “Okay. You’re clean.”

You try hard to keep a straight face every time, but I know… Lubbock smirks. “How can you be sure? You didn’t check the lower ha-“

“Oh, would you look at the time!” Layla spins on her heel and quickly steps over the knives to make her escape. He makes that comeback every time, and she never fails to blush at it. “It’s time for you to actually do some work around here!”

He snickers, bending down to remove the knives pinning his beloved coat. “Did she forget I’m technically her boss?”

“I can’t take a boss who gets caught in his own traps seriously,” she replies, her voice traveling among the bookshelves.

Lubbock whines childishly. “Could you at least help me out, though?”

“You’re on your own. I can’t see your strings, so I might set off the one holding that hatchet up there.”

Lubbock looks up at the deadly weapon remaining suspended right above him and laughs nervously. “So that’s what’s missing in here.”

“To think that you’d get killed not because of a mission, but because of your own traps.” A now-calm Layla pops back out of a nearby bookshelf, dramatically leaning on it and placing a hand on her forehead. “Oh, the tragedy!”

“Okay, cutie.” Lubbock chuckles as he drops the last of the knives in the pile beside him. He stands up and holds out his coat to her. “May I?”

Layla exchanges it with the neatly-folded apron she’d brought.

“How about you just help me reinstall these instead?”

“And let you stand under the ladder and look up my skirt?” Layla scoffs. “No, thanks.”

“It’s fair trade.” Lubbock grins suggestively as he ties his apron.

“What are you talking about? The only one who’d benefit from that is you again.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything when you check me.”

“Of course I do. I could feel your scrawny body.”

“Wha-? I may slack off in training, but I’m fairly muscular!” With one smooth movement, he closes their distance and gently captures her chin. “Proof? You can’t get your hands off me.”

She raises her arms to push him away, but that would mean touching his chest or shoulders. She quirks up an eyebrow upon seeing him smirk. “Lubba,” Layla says, dropping her hands back down to her sides and merely tilting her head away to break out of his hold. “Customers would be coming in soon. Do we really want them to see all these incriminating evidence of our ties to people whom society sees as dangerous?”

Lubbock laughs and fondly pokes her cheek. “Okay. I get it, boss.”

Since then, the whirring of strings from Cross Tail is the only one that resounds through the book shop. When Lubbock finally looks up at the girl, he finds her already sitting beside him on the cold floor, which he assumes is a subconscious decision.

The various ways the teenage boy could use his Imperial Arm never ceases to amaze Layla, so she takes every chance she could get to watch him tinker with it.

But behind her awed expression, Lubbock could discern hints of longing. So instead of jokingly chiding her for not returning to her post, he instead says, “Let’s go home together tonight.”

Layla startles at his voice. But as his words register, she instantly brightens up. “Okay!”

Now, Night Raid’s base lies 10 kilometers from the capital. Being a non-fighter, and therefore having lower stamina than the others, Layla dreads having to walk that far, especially after a long day of work. Until, of course, the oh-so-kind Lubbock would offer to carry her on piggyback the rest of the way. That’s what she delights in.

At the entrance, a young man carrying a Danger Beast he’d hunted stops to take a second look at them, his eyes growing as wide as dinner plates by the minute.

Confused, Lubbock raises a hand in a cautious wave. “Yo, Tatsumi.”

Tatsumi warily points to the girl still hanging off the green-haired guy’s back.

“Ah, Layla-chan, we’re here,” Lubbock softly says, thinking the girl is already asleep. But his lips almost brush her cheek when he turns to look at her.

A wide-awake Layla had been staring at Tatsumi since she’d spotted him from a distance, and so focused was she on the boy that Lubbock had to crouch down so her feet would touch the ground. Her gaze still fixed on Tatsumi, she bounds over to him and bows in greeting. “Hello, Tatsumi! I’m Layla!” She smiles and turns to the green-haired man stopping to stand beside her. “Lubba’s wife.”

Tatsumi looks at them back and forth before falling on his knees. “Master Lubba!” he cries, holding a thumbs-up. “Good job!”

Lubbock gives him a smug grin and wraps an arm around Layla’s shoulders. “We’ve been going strong for two years now, might I add.”

Suddenly, Tatsumi shoots up and points an accusing finger at Lubbock. “But why do you still try to peek on Neesan and talk perversely about girls?”

Layla gasps. “What? Do you mean… he still does that?”

“W-w-w-what are you saying, Tatsumi?” Lubbock’s voice rises in panic.

“Lubba, I…” Layla’s voice breaks. Then she covers her face and starts sobbing.

Lubbock stands behind the girl to rub her shoulders, laughing nervously. “Layla-chan, you don’t seriously believe this guy, right?” He glares at Tatsumi as he continues, “You trust me, your lifetime companion, more than a boy you just met, don’t you?”

Tatsumi splutters. “I… I didn’t mean to… I-“

“Don’t worry, Tatsumi.” A girl with flowing jet-black hair suddenly appears, with a Danger Beast even larger than Tatsumi’s catch on her back. “That’s just their cover in the Capital.”

Layla raises her face, no signs of crying in her expression at all. “Aww, Akame-chan, you’re no fun.”

Lubbock laughs. “Right? You’re really so gullible, Tatsumi.”

With a roar, Tatsumi rushes forward, barely missing Layla’s face, to grab Lubbock by the collar. The (fortunately) dead Danger Beast he’d caught lies forgotten on the ground. “You really get on my nerves sometimes!”

“Not my fault you’re so naïve!”

The front door opens to reveal a well-endowed blonde. “Oi,” she shouts, “what’s with all the noi- oh! Layla!”

“Neesan!” Layla runs towards her, arms outstretched.

The older woman squeals and meets her halfway. “I missed you so much!”

“Leone,” Akame says, “you’ve been together the other day.”

“But that was for only a short while! Lubba keeps her to himself a lot, but doesn’t even take care of her!” Leone then ruffles Layla’s hair, ruining her half-ponytail.

Layla looks up. “That’s not entirely tr—“

“It must have been lonely, huh?” Leone cuts Layla off by pressing the younger girl’s face deeper into her chest.

Tatsumi and Lubbock stop arguing to watch.

“So jealous…” Lubbock mutters.

Tatsumi does not say anything, but a blush tinges his cheeks.

Lubbock then turns to him to take hold of his collar too. “Oh, of course you’re not jealous because Neesan actually enjoys suffocating you with those boobs!”

Layla finally manages to break away from Leone and looks at the boys. “Shouldn’t we break them up?”

Leone shrugs. “Nah, let them be.” She then tugs Layla into the base. “Hurry and come inside instead! Boss arrived yesterday, so you should greet her next!”

The Boss. Layla purses her lips as she begins to get dragged along the hallways. So that explains why Lubbock had to stay an extra day in the base.

Leone suddenly slows down and matches her pace. “Hey,” she speaks softly now, “we all didn’t expect her to return yesterday. I’m sure Lubba didn’t mean to leave you alone for a while longer. You know how things work.”

“Huh? Oh no!” Layla laughs. “Come on, that doesn’t bother me at all! The longer I stay in the Capital, the more information I could gather, right? It’s just perfect that Boss is here. I could be useful right away.”

Leone nudges her shoulder. “You know you don’t have to hide it from me.”

“I’m not hiding anything, Neesan.”

Information is essential in this line of work. And this is where Layla comes in handy. Despite choosing not to be an assassin herself – and because Lubbock is strongly opposed to the idea – she works as an informant for Night Raid. Being able to stay in the capital for longer periods of time allows her to collect updates and secrets the group could use. Though it feels nice to be useful, Layla’s information would also mean more dangerous missions for everyone. For Lubbock.

Sometimes, though, even if she doesn’t bring home information enough to formulate a mission, Najenda herself would get requests from the Revolutionary Army, and those are always considered urgent.

“Layla,” Lubbock softly calls, his reflection appearing behind the brunette standing in front of the window.

Layla stops biting her thumbnail and turns around in an instant. “Lubba.” She pouts.

“You know I can’t have you traveling alone to the Capital. Take a day off from work today.”

“And you know I am not worried about that.”

Lubbock smiles and opens his arms to invite her in, and she obliges. A promise to come back home is never uttered, because no one ever knows how a mission would turn out. Instead, he always says, “I’ll try my best.” And then he kisses the top of her head.

Layla looks up to smile back, and with her usual reply of, “Please,” she’d kiss his cheek.

As Lubbock follows Bulat, Sheele, and Mine out of the base, Layla watches them until she can’t see them anymore. When she turns around, she spies brown hair peeking out of a wall.

She giggles. “Come on out, Tatsumi.”

Tatsumi steps away from his hiding spot and laughs nervously.

Layla raises an eyebrow. “So?”

“Huh?”

“You want to ask something, don’t you?”

“Ah, well… you kind of confused me just now. Are you and Lubba actually…?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” Layla waves her hands in front of her. “We’re just… um, really close friends.”

Tatsumi blinks. “I guess relationships in the Capital are really complicated.”

Oh, right. He’s not from the city. “Well, to put things simply, he basically saved my life. It just formed some sort of special attachment between us, but not in that way, okay?”

Tatsumi only frowns in thought.

“Besides…” she mutters, trailing off.

“Besides…?” Tatsumi prompts.

Layla startles, not expecting him to still be listening. “Nothing! You should go back in now, or else Akame-chan would actually kill you this time!”

At this, Tatsumi throws her a panicked thanks and rushes away.

Layla sighs and slides down the wall. “Besides, he’s already so deep in love with someone else.”

#nanowrimo 2020 #lubbock x oc #akame ga kill fanfiction #nekumiko writes #lubbock akame ga kill #this fic would hurt #the fandom is dead but here i am #i just love lubbock so much #i apparently posted this on my main blog instead and it has been two weeks before i even noticed

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fabail · 6 years

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Rules: copy this post into a new text post (except I had to type this whole thing down because I’m on mobile), remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you... and most importantly, have fun!

A- age: 26

B- biggest fear: having no control over my life

C- current time: 20:09

D- drink you last had: grass tea

E- every day starts with: breakfast and meds

F- favorite song: changes from time to time, right now it’s Pravda Vitazi

G- ghosts, are they real: yes

H- hometown- Lubbock, TX. No one believes it though, and I haven’t been there since I was 40 days old.

I- in love with: robots and animals, the purest things in this world.

J- jealous of: ok first off, the correct word is envious.

K- killed someone: do my OCs count?

L- last time you cried: when I watched Deadpool 2 with @officialthundercrash.

M- middle name: I don’t have one. My full name is only 8 alphabets.

N- number of siblings: 2, I’m the middle child and growing up as one sucked.

O- one wish: become ultra rich

P- person you last called/texted: @catussnake

Q- question(s) you’re always asked: “Are you 18?”

R- reasons to smile: cute animals

S- song last sang: Husk, by Dry The River (the band has dissovled), or The Girl in the Window, by Mark Lenover. Can’t remember which one.

U- underwear color: ok that’s too far, let’s try something else

U- unsung hero: anyone who changes a suffering child’s life for the better, forever.

V- vacation destination: this year? Okinawa and Guernsey (again!).

W- worst habit: being lazy

X- x-rays you’ve had: teeth and airport fullbody scanner.

Y- your favorite food: too many, but generally I love Japanese food, a lot.

Z- zodiac sign- Scorpio

Thanks @lucy300, but why isn’t there a question for T? Can I make one up?

T- transportation method- currently, public transit and walking only, because Taiwan’s road culture is terrifying for an American suburb kid like me, who is too used to wider roads and generally more civilized drivers.

Tagging: idk, @eabevella? @catussnake? @nukenai? @thatbuggygirl? @pockysquirrel? @smilingbirdmom? @robotseverywhere? You don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna.

#fabail life #personal #meme

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reiner-is-back-bitches · 7 years

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Is This How It’s Ending?~~ My First Multi-Chapter Fanfic Ever~~ A My Chemical Romance Fanfic~~ Frank Iero X OC~~

Okay, so I thought I would share something with yall. It’s my very first fanfic that wasn’t a oneshot and guess what, it’s still not finished lolol. Oh well, it wasn't all that great so I wasn't surprised when there wasn't an uproar to finish it lolol. Anyways it’s just a zombie apocalypse story with a high school setting and special guests My Chemical Romance! Lolol it’s kinda crack but I was like 16 when I started writing this lolol

This wasn't happening. It wasn’t! This had to be a nightmare, a bad fucking dream. "Run! C’mon you guys! Run!" I yelled to my friends and family running behind me. ‘They can’t fucking hear me.’ I thought. I couldn't even hear myself over all the gunshots and screams. I looked back for a split second, praying to all gods above and below, that I see everyone I cared about still behind me, and tripped. I collided with the floor, knees first, causing me to scrape both of them really bad. "Fuck!” I yelled, looking down at the mess that was my jeans knees and my own. Oh, shit!"

When I looked up, I saw one of the monsters, ‘They’re fucking zombies! Say it! They’re really fucking zombies!!!’ one of the zombies was coming right for me. The only thing I could see was its teeth. I imagined them ripping me up, tearing my skin from my bones in a single bite. All I could see was my blood splattered everywhere; on the zombie, on me, my clothes soaked in it, puddles forming around me. This was it. This was how my life, my world, was ending…..

(((***)))

It started off like just an average day in Idalou Texas. Cars were honking, hookers were walking, ice heads were knocking on the dealers doors, dying to get another hit. I sat up in my bed and stretched, yawning loudly. ‘That’s why I stopped dealing ice.’ I thought to myself, with a small grin on my face and sleep in my eyes. ‘These fuckers are up before Jesus and the Mexicans.’ I stood up and stretched again, hearing a sound I was so used to, it’s like fucking air: my parents were fighting. They were my alarm clock, every fucking morning at 6:00 a.m., I would here the spectacular show of Jonathan and Molly trying to oust scream each other. I also haven’t called them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ in two years.

I lit a cigarette and heard something I have never heard before; objects being thrown. ‘This little spat is getting worse.’ I said aloud. ‘I’m surprised I haven’t heard fucking gunshots.’ I laughed nervously to myself, and then stopped. Images of my parents shooting each other in a fucking gunfight began to run through my mind and it kind of freaked me out. Especially since I dipped the cigarette I lit in a small baggie of coke before I fired life into it.

I shook my head and put out my smoke, before walking to my small locker like closet to get dressed. I heard Molly yell from her room all the way on the other side of the house, “Roxy Von Diaz! You better not be fucking smoking in my fucking house!"

"Mind your own business, Molly. Get back to shout-fucking Jonathan!" I yelled back. She started yelling at Jonathan about how I get that shit from him. Yep, we’re a big happy family. Madea ain’t got shit on us. I got a The Bunny the Bear shirt, my marijuana print bandana, a pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite pair of Gorillaz Converse high tops.

I turned to my iHome and pressed play. Music began to blare out of my speakers and I proceeded with my morning. I turned on my straightener and undressed. Throwing my jams onto my bed, I went and turned on the stick of incense that was sitting in a small metal dragon I got for Christmas years ago. I then proceeded to light four more sticks all around my room and reached for my pile of clothes. I learned a long time ago to dress fast if you want more time to yourself in the morning.

After I was dressed I proceeded to where my straighter was waiting and did my hair; straightening, styling hairspray and more went into getting me ready for the day. After my hair was to my liking, I wrapped the marijuana bandana around my head, grabbed my mirror and make up bag, and plopped back onto my bed.

I turned to the side and knocked on the wall, where the small door leading into a small hiding spot opened. It was a small hiding spot I had found the first week I moved to this idiotic town. I then realized when I found it, that I found it for a reason and would use it to the fullest. I pulled a pink Phillies tube from the hiding place and opened it. Pulling the blunt from the tube, I stood up and started doing my makeup. I always loved how my make up comes out when I do it stoned.

I held the blunt in between my lips and popped open my purple eyeliner. I laid out a thick line and inhaled the blunt. I finished appliying gracious amounts of eyeliner and returned its head. I took the blunt and ashed it in the seashell ashtray right next to my bed. I returned the blunt to its rightful place, and took out some black eye shadow. After my mighty feat was over, I put the blunt out, stuck it back in the Phillies tube, and put the tube in my pocket.

It was now showing six thirty on my alarm clock, and smiled triumphantly. ‘I am such a fast bitch.’ I thought to myself and proceeded to grab my jacket and get my brother and sister ready for school. My sister Lia is a year younger than me and Mark is four years younger than me. They hated the fighting as much as I did, but I only hadn’t left because of my family, Lia and Mark.

I walked into my sister’s room and jumped on her bed. “Lia, it’s time for school. Get up, get dressed and tell me what you want on your breakfast bootyhole.” My sister threw a pillow at me and let out a great big fart.

“You know what I want bitch.” She replied as she rolled over in her bed as I fought to suppress my laughter.

“I got ya, sister.”

“Thanks, DooDoo.” I closed her door and walked to the other side of the house were Mark’s room is located. I opened the door and saw my brother on his Xbox. I called out to him but didn’t get a response from him. After trying and failing five times, I looked around the general vicinity I was in for something to throw at him.

I found on his desk a pile of pennies, perfectly stacked. I smiled and scooped them up into my hand and chunked the pennies at him and watched them shower down upon my brother’s head and T.V.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled into his headset. He turned around and saw me standing in his doorway, my arms crossed and a smirk on my face. “Oh, it’s just you Von. Why are you standing in my doorway? I was in the middle of a serious deathmatch.” My brother and his fucking games, I swear to god he’s going to want to be buried with that thing.

“You better hope Jonathan and Molly don’t hear you use those words. There would be even more yelling around here.” I walked up to my brother’s huge game chair, and leaned back on it, causing it to fall over backwards. My brother gave me an annoyed look and picked the chair back up.

“Roxy, you think I give a shit about what my parents here me saying? I heard most of it from them, anyway.” I sighed and looked at my watch, seeing it was only six fifty. “Anyways, what’s up big sister?”

“I just wanted to know what kind of burrito you wanted.” He sat back in his chair and put his headsets on.

“Whatever you’re getting, please.” He returned to his friends and I walked out his room. I stayed at his door and him talking to his friends. “Huh? Oh, that was just my sister. No, Roxy. A dub? For when? Friday? Yea, alright, I’ll talk to her before then, just remind me ok?” I shook my head, thinking about how I was dealing weed to my brother’s friends over his Xbox live account.

I walked from his door and into the kitchen, seeing Jonathan and Molly taking a break from their usual life to make some coffee that Jonathan stole from an important factory he helped clean yesterday in Lubbock. I used both hands to flip both of them off, and continued to the front door, where I walked out, giving a great big sneeze as I stepped into the cold winter air.

‘Shit,’ I thought as I tightened my jacket around my small form as I walked to the sidewalk. ‘Most likely Jonathan and Molly got their flu shots, so they’re probably taking Lia and Mark today after school.’ I took off down the street, toward a little restaurant I always get my munchies from.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my best friend in the whole world, Luis finish up a drug deal, and make his way towards me.

"Hey slut. Wait up." Luis yelled after me and I stopped, pulling the Phillies tube out of my back pocket. I had it successfully lit by the time he caught up with me. “Ooooh girl, you better let me hit that after you.” I smiled and handed the blunt to Luis, giving a wave to a passing cop. The cop then busted a bitch and headed back towards us. He pulled up behind us, and I went to meet him halfway.

“Officer Lucas, good morning.” I pulled my hand out of my pocket and shook his, placing a fat dub into his hand.

“Roxy, how are you this morning.” He then placed his hand into his own pocket, releasing the bag of weed, and replacing it on the steering wheel.

“Not too bad, sir, heading off for a little breakfast before school. You know how it is.” I extended my hand.

“Oh, yes I sure do.” He took his hand out of his pocket and shook my hand, slipping me a twenty dollar bill. “You have a good one Roxy Von.”

“You too, Officer Lucas.” He drove away and Luis gave him a small wave. I met back up with Luis and took the blunt from him. “You want breakfast, I’m buying?”

“Hell yea, bitch!” Luis gave me a hug and I laughed, as we continued walking to Dixie Dog. Once we got there, I went and ordered three sausage, egg and cheese burritos and one potato and cheese burrito. We walked to the small patio area on the right side of the building and sat and smoked a cigarette.

“Oh, some of my customers want some of that green.” Luis told me, as he handed me a small stack of pieces of scrap paper.

“Oh, really? Why’s that? Your supply not up to stuff?” I grinned at Luis and he grinned back. Luis was too smart for his own good. He cooked his own supply of crystal meth and dealt it to the meth heads that reside here. We have a friendly competition going on against his meth and my weed.

We started it two years ago and for all of those two years, we had been at fifty percent even. Our drugs created harmony. After I picked up my burritos, Luis and I headed back to the house. “So, I heard a little commotion when I was in the alley. Jonathan and Molly were fighting, yea, but there was another noise. Where they throwing shit?”

“I guess they are now. That shit surprised me earlier to. Today is just weird.” Luis hit the blunt and got really excited about something, and choked. He coughed for about five minutes, with me rubbing his back for three, before he finally talked.

“We’re getting new students.” I scoffed to myself and looked at Luis in disbelief. “Five of them, all the way up from New Jersey.” I laughed because he said it like Nu Joisy.

“Who the hell would want to move to this wack town?” Luis shrugged his shoulders and passed me back the blunt.

“I don’t know jefita. All I know is that they’re coming here today.” I sighed and put out the blunt, roaching it and walked into my house.

“Luis, can you get Mark and Lia while I fill these orders right quick?” I asked him as soon as we got to the kitchen.

“Sure,” He headed to Lia’s room first and I headed to my room. I closed my door, and went over to my bed. I pulled a huge sack of weed from my hiding spot, and proceeded to fill these orders. ‘Ok,’ I thought. ‘A dime for Marcus, a dub for Craig and a QP for Danielle, damn Danielle needs to ease up on my product.’ I exhaled softly and walked to the living room, where Lia, Luis and Mark were waiting for me. I smiled at them and nodded, signaling them that we were ready to go.

“Shotgun!” Lia and Luis shouted together as they ran out the door, followed by a chuckling Mark. I followed them outside and closed the locked door behind me. If only I had checked the news that morning, if only I had just turned on the fucking T.V., I’d probably would’ve been more prepared for what I saw that day. ~~~~~~

*******Breaking News*******

We interrupt this program to bring you a very important announcement. Fabilar Companies have informed us that there had been a very critical mistake in their distribution of the flu vaccine. It appears that people whom have got their vaccines are dying and then coming back to life. The people injected are dying approximately 24 to 36 hours after injection.

If you got your vaccine, please report to the nearest hospital for assistance. I repeat, if you received your flu vaccine please report to the nearest hospital. Now, we return you to your…what are you doing? Sir, you’re supposed to be behind the camera. Sir you can’t be up here, we’re filming live. No, stop get away from me! Aaahhhhh, it’s biting me! Somebody help me! Shut the fucking cameras off and save me! Oh my God! They’re infected! They’re all fucking infected! No, no please! Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#crack fanfic #my chemical romance #mcr fanfic #my first fanfic #gerard way #mikey way #frank iero #bob bryar #ray toro #frank iero x OC #frank iero fanfic #i'm such a loser #lolol

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aioinstagram · 6 years

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