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What the hell was in that punch?

That was the first clear thought to cross over Gerard's mind after passing out at Brendon's party. Was he still there? Were the others awake yet? Or, maybe, they were just starting to wake up like Gerard.

He let his head roll to the side as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sounds of shuffling drifted into his ears.

"Party?" A familiar voice called out.

Yep, it had been a party before this. Gerard brought his hand up to grip some of his hair without opening his eyes. He had only drank a single sip of the punch... Maybe that was why he didn't have a hangover?

There was a laugh that filled Gerard's ears, "I think he's finally waking up!"

Gerard finally pried his eyes open. Surprisingly, he was greeted by brightness. He had to quickly narrow his eyes into a squint in order to adjust.

It was natural light that brought this temporary blindness to his vision. He could recognize the sunlight in comparison to some kind of electrical light any day. The sun was harsher, but it was also being covered by... Some kind of tarp?

What had happened to Brendon's roof!?

"I think he's alive!"

Gerard sheilded his eyes in order to get a glimpse of who the voice belonged to. It sounded so familiar. He scooted himself up on whatever he was laying on and rubbed his eyes with his palm. Before he could pull his palm away, he was jolted by someone nearly running into him to hold him in an embrace.

"Hey!-"

Gerard wasn't sure who was holding onto him. What he could see was dark hair and the flash of green...

"You actually had me worried, Party!" The figure holding onto Gerard released him, standing upright in front of him.

Gerard took one look at the figure before his jaw dropped.

Frank was standing in front of him, except he wasn't dressed like Frank. He wore the dulled colors of Gerard's character, Fun Ghoul. Everything about his outfit was spot on to Gerard's drawings.

"Frank?" Gerard questioned, finally finding enough control to shut his mouth before speaking out his friend's name.

Frank tilted his head as a confused smile formed on his face. "Frank? You really hit your head, didn't you, Party?"

"Party?" Gerard questioned as his friend regarded him in a way that made his stomach flip. "What do you-"

"Let me refresh your memory." Frank smirked as he stepped closer to Gerard. Before Gerard could react, Frank's lips were on his.

Gerard's eyes widened and his body froze. What the fuck was going on!?

Frank took charge in Gerard's hesitation. One arm slid around Gerard's torso, while the other somehow entangled itself in the shocked boy's fiery red hair. His lips moved at a teasing spread against Gerard's, only further frazzling the redhead. When he finally pulled away, Gerard was at a loss for words.

That was so amazing. Better than he had ever imagined... But it was also so wrong.

"W-what about Jamia?" Gerard managed to get out, earning a confused look from Frank.

"Jawhomia?" Frank asked with a laugh, "Aw, Party, what were you dreaming up in that head of yours?" He leaned forward to press a kiss to Gerard's forehead, but Gerard pulled away.

Frank looked confused. "What's gotten into you? I know you got banged up in the ambush, but c'mon!.. Lemme kiss it better." he winked as he said it.

Gerard shook his head. As good as feeling his lips finally pressed against Frank's had been, he knew how his friend felt about his girlfriend. "What the hell is going on?" Gerard demanded before looking around.

He definitely wasn't in Brendon's house anymore.

He was in some kind of large tent. He was on a bed that sat above the ground, but just barely. Across from him was an opening in the tent, flapping in the wind and giving occasional glimpses of the brightness outside.

"Where the hell am I?" Gerard looked around more of the tent, noticing extremely familiar clothing that rested by his side; a blue jacket with red accents... "What the hell is going on!?" He demanded, again.

"Party Poison, get ahold of yourself!" Frank's hands gripped Gerard's shoulders as he spoke, "It's a good thing we put Jet Star and Kobra Kid in temporary command."

Gerard looked at him, getting caught by the concern in Frank's hazel eyes as he continued. "Listen, my motor baby, it's me. Fun Ghoul. We were in a Drac ambush, but we made it out. You were badly injured, so I've been here with you while Kobra and Jet run things."

That's when it really hit Gerard. Frank wasn't just dressed like his character, this was his character. Gerard had written this exact scenario; a Drac ambush that ended with Party Poison in a coma-like state.

It didn't make sense that Frank would know this, however, because this was his most recent and unshared project. Fun Ghoul was a piece of it.

Not only that, this location-the bright sunlight and tent- it was all reminiscent of his killjoy comic strips and world building.

"Do you know where we are, at least?" Fun Ghoul asked, keeping that locked gaze with Gerard.

"2019 California." Gerard stated, assuming the theory forming in his head was correct.

Fun Ghoul nodded. "Good. You didn't lose everything in that pretty little head of yours." He grinned as he reached out to knock his knuckles against the top of Gerard's head. "I should alert the others."

"Others, right." Gerard nodded.

Frank gave him a flirtatious smile before rising to his feet. Gerard watched him leave the tent before looking down at the bed he was in. He threw the thin blankets that covered his lower body to the side. He cried out when he saw that he was only wearing his dark underwear and a black, sleeveless shirt. He quickly ducked to the side where the clothes he drew for Party Poison were.

Except they weren't drawn; they were real, material clothes. Gerard turned then over in his hands in disbelief. How was it real?

Gerard shook his head, pulling the clothes over his limbs. They were so comfortable. How had his costume been made in such detail and comfort? This couldn't be real...

"Kobra is stoked!" Fun Ghoul laughed as he pulled the tent flap back and ducked inside. He had a wide grin on his face as he attempted to shake some strands of hair out of his face. It didn't really work. "He's happy to hear you're looking alive." He paused, looking Gerard over. "Looking more than alive." One of his eyebrows cocked up and his grin seemed to widen.

"Where's he at?" Gerard asked. He knew that Kobra was based off of his brother. Maybe this was all just an intricate graduation gag. Mikey couldn't hold a straight face for long; that would be helpful in distinguishing what the hell was going on.

"He's back at the gas station base." Fun Ghoul replied, "Best communication is there, at the moment. Doctor D should be giving a broadcast any minute. Jet was on his way back to the main base, though. He wanted to check in on Silent Strike, Ghosted Disturbance, and Gasoline Threat Angel."

Gerard's eyes widened at the mention of those names. Tyler, Josh, and Ashley's characters!? They were a part of this joke too?

"Are you okay to go?" Fun Ghoul asked with the tilt of his head, "You look a bit paler than usual, Party."

Gerard forced a smile. "Guess I got a bit messed up in the ambush. I don't even remember it."

A dark look crossed over Fun Ghoul's eyes. "We're lucky we made it out." He spoke in a low tone.

Gerard nodded, picturing the scenario he had drawn.

The four ringleaders of the killjoys: Fun Ghoul, Party Poison, Jet Star, and Kobra Kid were coming back from a supply run. They were separated in two different vehicles so that they could bring more from the Sinner's Shop. Things were going according to plan, until the Dracs popped up out of nowhere. Cars swirved (with one even flipping) while laser blasts shot through the air.

"Keep her steady, Party!" Fun Ghoul yelled as he readied his own gun and leaned out the window.

Party poison narrowed his eyes as he held the wheel at an angle that would spin the car in a half circle, sending extra dust flying into the air. He punched the break, letting the car sit as he slowly began to count.

One second and Fun Ghoul's fired twice.

Two seconds and the dust is starting to dissipate.

Three seconds and their fellow Killjoy's car was spinning in circles while mowing down Dracs.

Four seconds and Fun Ghoul ducked back into the car.

Five seconds and Party's foot was switching back over to the gas pedal.

Before he could press down on it, however, a Drac vehicle slammed itself right into Party's side of the car. It crushed around him, while Fun Ghoul was thrown up against the roof before colliding with the dashboard.

They slid for several feet, becoming numb to the sounds of the fight that Kobra Kid and Jet Star were now taking on alone. Blood trickled down Party Poison's face as unconsciousness was consuming them. Fun Ghoul called out to him, but Party's ears were ringing and causing him to hear nothing as the panel faded slowly to black.

"We got lucky."

"As we are." That grin had returned to Fun Ghoul's face, as if the dark look had never been there. He looked Gerard up and down. "Should we meet up with Kobra? The YoungBloods may be rolling in soon too."

"YoungBloods." Gerard repeated, remembering the rough sketches he had made of the graduating group of friends during an earlier year in highschool. He had only ever shown those to Mikey, who had taken a quick liking to the one based off of Pete.

Maybe his brother had snuck into his room and caught glimpse of the in progress comic. That could have explained all of this... Right? An elaborate gag set up by his brother, who thought he was oh so clever. That had to be it.

Anything else would be absurd to even consider... Right?

Gerard suddenly found an arm looped with his. Fun Ghoul was grinning at him, nodding towards the entrance of the tent.

"I'll drive, my motor baby." Fun Ghoul said as he pushed open the flap at the entrance of the tent.

The light was blinding at first. Gerard had to blink rapidly at the sudden change in exposure. Once they adjusted, however, he was greeted by sand.

Seemingly endlessly sand and dirt. It was just like what was drawn in his comics. Gerard turned his head as Fun Ghoul pulled him in a new direction. His jaw actually dropped when he saw the car that he was being lead to.

It was a beat up, dust covered, yet detailed Trans Am from Gerard's notes. It was actually real. From its american flag decal on its front left hand side, to the black, killjoy spider that decorated the hood. How had they managed to make this real!?

"Hurry up, Party." Fun Ghoul unlooped his arm from Gerard's and hurried over to the driver side door. He turned back to flash a grin at the red head. "Let's get going."

Gerard nodded, though he was still fascinated by the car. It felt impossible that they had recreated it to such detail for a gag. It felt impossible for anyone to have created it at all! How the hell did they do this?

"We're burning daylight, Party Poison!"

Party Poison. Gerard marveled over the character of his creation as he hurried around the front of the car. Party Poison: the fearless, killjoy leader.

He was nothing like Party Poison.

He didn't have half the bravery, a quarter of the wits, or the same skill of actually telling Frank (though he was 'Fun Ghoul' in their separate universes) that he liked him...

Maybe this joke wasn't so bad. When it ended, it would hurt, but this small glimpse into what he had created was so incredibly neat so far.

"You ready?" Fun Ghoul asked with a grin once Gerard shut his door.

"I think I'm ready." Gerard nodded, turning to look at his character. His brow furrowed just slightly, however, as a strange gleam passed over Fun Ghoul's hazel eyes for a moment. It was brief, but it had been there.

"Let's go!" Fun Ghoul didn't seem to notice it as he brought the car to life, successfully distracting Gerard by the way a car he designed actually sounded.

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