Gerard nervously bit the inside of his lip as Fun Ghoul drove across the desert landscape. He still didn't trust the Killjoy's driving, but he also had nerves about seeing Ryan in this world. He hoped that his answers would be wherever the brown haired boy was.

"Nearly there, my motor baby." Fun Ghoul said as he continued to drive, "How you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Ghoul." Gerard turned his head with a smile, "No complaints."

Fun Ghoul nodded, reaching out his hand to place on his inner thigh. "Not a one?" He asked, rather slyly, as he slid his hand up Gerard's thigh.

Gerard gasped as Fun Ghoul's hand placed itself over his crotch. The killjoy smirked, though he never took his eyes off of the road ahead, beginning to grab and rub his palm against Gerard's crotch. "Maybe I should get your motor started so we have to pull over and really check for a problem."

Holy shit. Gerard gulped as he felt himself become aroused. There was no way this was happening. How was this not some kind of dream? It had to be, yet it felt incredibly real.

"You still good, Party Poison?" Fun Ghoul asked, teasingly. How was he remaining so cool and focused while Gerard felt like he was melting into a puddle!?

"I-ah-ooohh..." Gerard couldn't help the moan that escaped past his lips. Fun Ghoul's fingers were now on the skin at the hem of his jeans and wiggling their way underneath. Holy shit.

"Come again?" The smirk only seemed to grow on Fun Ghoul's face.

"T-the misso-ooh my god." Gerard sucked in a breath, distracted from his thought as Fun Ghoul's fingers found their way to their mission.

Before Gerard knew what was happening, Fun Ghoul's face was right next to his. The killjoy eyed Gerard in a way that made him feel like he could burst.

"Demonic and Northern won't miss us for too long." Fun Ghoul said as he grasped Gerard's lower part fully. He used his other hand to turn Gerard's head so that they were eye to eye. "I've waited far too long to have us again after that crash."

Gerard couldn't muster words to speak. Another soft moan was all that escaped his lips before Fun Ghoul pushed their lips together and began moving his hand smoothly along Gerard's lower part.

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Guilt.

Was that really what he should be feeling?

Gerard sat quietly, pretending to look out his window at the dimming landscape around them as Fun Ghoul slept in the seat next to him. Fun Ghoul had his wish a few hours before. The simple hand job and make out almost bloomed into Gerard getting the thing he had fantasized about for years. Almost in the sense that an alert on Fun Ghoul's wrist com sent the killjoy back into the driver's seat and speeding back through the desert.

Then why did it feel so wrong?

It didn't feel wrong. Although there was some pain when Fun Ghoul was attempting to detangle himself in order to get back to his seat, it felt so good. Yet, as they sat in a concealed location in order for Fun Ghoul to catch a few hours of rest in order to complete the journey to Demonic Devotee and Northern Downpour, there was something nagging at the back of his head.

Was it the fact that he never expected to have sex with a Frank double in the open desert in a car? Was it the fact that it actually lined up quite nicely with what his mind had always pictured? Or, was it simply because, as he said before... This was only a Frank look alike?

No matter what was happening here, there was no way this was his Frank. It just wasn't possible. He was about to propose to his girlfriend, for gods sake!

A tear somehow found its way out of Gerard's eye. This should have made him so happy. He should be so excited over his fantasy having come to life, yet his stomach held guilt.

The real world didn't matter here. He shouldn't feel anything other than happiness. This wasn't real... Right?..

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When Fun Ghoul pulled up to the dusty, worn down storage station, Gerard was asleep. He wasn't sure when he had knocked out, but Gerard found himself being gently shaken awake.

"My motor baby?" Fun Ghoul called out with a soft tone to his voice.

Gerard groaned, scrunching his eyes as the presence of light on the other side of his eyelids suddenly became apparent to his brain. "Five more minutes..."

Gerard could hear Fun Ghoul laugh before lips were pressed against his cheek. "We're here. Wake up."

Gerard forced his eyes open with a sigh. The sun was barely rising in the sky, but it was just high enough to temporarily blind Gerard before his eyes adjusted. He must have slept for awhile, because the last time his eyes were open, it was dark.

"Do they know we're here?" Gerard asked, tiredly.

Fun Ghoul shrugged. "It's a nice surprise." He shot Gerard a grin before climbing out of the car.

Gerard quickly rubbed his eyes before shaking fingers through his hair. Fun Ghoul was still rounding the car, giving Gerard time to scan his eyes over the building beside the car.

Like most of the others he had seen, it was quite worn down from general damage, as well as, smoothed corners from sandstorms. It was a long structure with boarded up windows and barbed wire hanging loosely off of the roof as if it had been blown out of place. He couldn't see a door, but he was sure Fun Ghoul knew how to get in.

Gerard stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He tugged at his jacket to adjust it on his shoulders before looking at Fun Ghoul.

"My memory is rusty of how to get into this place." Gerard laughed, though it did concern him. If he made this world, he should know exactly where to go in order to get in. However, he was drawing a blank. Not only that, there had already been things happen that had gone unwritten by Gerard... He wasn't sure if he remembered this place at all.

"No worries." Fun Ghoul gestured for Gerard to follow him. He walked down the building a few feet before stopping. He slid his foot back and forth in the dirt before grinning and bending down. Gerard watched as Fun Ghoul wiped dirt away from a keypad on the ground and began to punch something into it.

"Bingo." Fun Ghoul grinned.

As he spoke, a loud clanking sound erupted in the air. Fun Ghoul stepped back as the dust around the keypad poofed up into the air, revealing a large, metal panel. Gerard barely had a chance to take in the sight of the newly uncovered panel before it was lifting up into the air.

"Come on!" Fun Ghoul rushed forward and jumped into the hole that the panel had left in the ground.

Gerard was more hesitant to follow. Was the whole storage underground? He didn't remember this at all from his concept art...

"Party!" Fun Ghoul's voice hissed.

Gerard swore lowly before moving towards the hole. He sat on the ground, letting his legs dangle over the edge. It was dark below him, but he hoped that didn't translate into depth. Fun Ghoul had full on jumped in, so it couldn't be too bad. Sucking in a quick breath, Gerard let himself drop.

Within seconds, his feet were on the ground. Along with the rest of him. Gerard pushed himself to his feet as Fun Ghoul tilted his head at him with an amused grin.

"Having difficulties, Party?" He asked.

"You'll both be having difficulties if your hands don't rise up." A voice commanded from somewhere behind Fun Ghoul.

Without any other warning, the panel covering the space Gerard and Fun Ghoul had dropped into slammed shut. Light filled the space as Fun Ghoul spun around and Gerard looked past him.

Standing with double laser guns in hand, none other than Brendon Urie stared them down. Gerard had to remind himself that the figure before them wasn't really Brendon. Here, he was one of his killjoy creations, dressed just like one of his character drawings.

Brendon was Demonic Devotee here, and he was fitting the part. A dark brown, leather vest was fastened over his torso by three worn, golden buckles. Expanding from the vest on his right arm, the brown leather continued down to his wrist. Worn, golden gears adorned the material, as well as extra buckled on armoring of the leather in order to make movement simpler. His exposed arm was a strange wire wrapping that connected to the butt of the laser gun in that hand. That gun was a bronze with black accents, while the other was basically its polar opposite. On top of Demonic's head sat a tilted top hat with a crooked set of welding goggles.

"Weapons down, Demonic, it's just us."

Demonic shook his head. "Need more clarification than that. Especially since you were just here under a week ago." A soft buzzing filled the air, as if the safety had been taken off of his weapons.

"Stand down, Demonic Devotee." Fun Ghoul ordered, standing strong as he stared the other man down. "We have good reasoning if you'll just listen."

"First of all, you don't tell me what to do." Demonic glared at him, "I don't take orders from no Dracs, no corporation, and most certainly no killjoys." He lowered his weapon, however, and gave the two in front of him a nod. "You better have good reasoning."

Fun Ghoul rolled his eyes as Gerard stepped up next to him. "Must you always be so dramatic, Demonic?"

Demonic said nothing as he slid the darker of his weapons into a holster on his hip. He turned away from Fun Ghoul and Gerard and moved down the hall to a door on his left.

"Might as well follow." Fun Ghoul told Gerard lowly before he began to move down the hall.

Gerard followed his lead. They were quickly walking into the same room that Demonic had entered. It was a small space with a bar-like area to their left and boxes of food and water bottles stacked on shelves lining the wall across from the door they entered. Demonic was leaning against the bar peaking over it as if he was looking for something.

"We were hit by an ambush and got raided." Fun Ghoul said as he and Gerard entered the room. "Lost a majority of supplies and Party was injured in the attack."

"This is my problem how?" Demonic asked, not bothering to look away from whatever he was viewing. "I gave you this months rations, as per our deal."

"We were hit by Dracs!" Fun Ghoul exclaimed, "Cut us some slack!"

"You know the system!" A new, and extremely familiar, voice rose into the air. "In order to make sure the supply lasts for a good bit into the foreseeable future, we can only send out so much a month."

"Ryan?" The name slipped past Gerard's lips before he could correct it into killjoy terms like the others. Both Fun Ghoul and Demonic Devotee shot Gerard strange looks while something banged against the underneath of the counter Demonic was leaning on. Seconds later, a head of untidy brown hair popped into view.

"Who's Ryan?" Demonic asked as he pushed himself upright.

Gerard kept his eyes on his friend, however. Ryan was looking at him with wide eyes and a recognition none of the others had regarded him with, directly.

This wasn't a character looking back at him.

"G-ah, babe." Ryan turned to Demonic, obviously trying to mask his nerves, but doing a poor job of it. "Maybe we could split next months rations with them. They'll just get less for a bit." Ryan reached out and squeezed the wrist of Demonic's exposed arm.

Demonic's eyes softened as he looked at Ryan. He reached out with his leather coated arm and caressed Ryan's cheek. "Are you okay?"

Ryan nodded, vigorously. "Yes. I just really think you should help them. For me?" He forced a soft smile, "I'll make drinks if you take Fun Ghoul back through the wearhouse."

That seemed to be convincing enough for Demonic. "I like my shit strong." He nodded before twisting his wrist to catch Ryan's wrist in his grip and press a kiss to the back if his hand. He turned to Fun Ghoul with a much more serious attitude about him. "Half of next month. It's what can be spared."

"Done." Fun Ghoul nodded.

"G-Party, let me prepare you a drink while we wait." Ryan smiled, but there was a anxiousness behind his eyes that no amount of faux emotions could hide.

Gerard nodded, moving into the room while Fun Ghoul and Demonic stepped out of the room. As soon as the door closed, Ryan and Gerard's eyes locked.

"We need to talk."

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A/N~ THANK YOU ArcticRosePup FOR THE BEAUTIFUL NORTHERN DOWNPOUR ART UP AT THE TOP THAT I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO INCLUDE IN THE THING :D

hope you have a lovely day/night!

~Skittles Out~