Ghostverse ficlets, Frank POV

[novembersmith]

So... here's some background so that these ficlets make any kind of sense. Basically the Ways move out to this crazy tiny town in New Hampshire, and Gerard, surprisingly, does not fit in at the local high school! OH NOES. But then while he's sort of stomping around grumbling to himself in the woods by the school he meets Frank. Who for some reason doesn't want to leave the woods during the day and only comes out at night and has strangely cold skin, but Gerard's just happy to find someone not wearing plaid and listening to country (and who also is gorgeous OMG WHAT IF HE'S STRAIGHT GUYS) so he's willing to let it slide. 

And that's sort of as far as I've gotten, but chapter two is underway and I will eventually drag the rest of the band in. But, uh, in conclusion: Frank is a ghost and Gerard is his BFF, yay!

The main fic is supposed to be all Gerard's POV but Frank keeps popping up and being all, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. So I thought I'd post these fics, and then hopefully lure in some betas. </cunning plan>

There was a slight pause before Gerard leaned forward—wait, what? Forward?—toward Frank, eyes intent. “Do you eat human flesh?” he asked solemnly.

“Dude!” Frank exclaimed. “Vegan. No. Uh, look. You’re not, I dunno, bothered?”

Another pause, and then Frank said “Hey,” feelingly, because Gerard had just jabbed an inquisitive finger into his ribs. And then repeated it with even more feeling as the finger was joined by its evil brethren. Frank flailed in helpless laughter, batting the hand away.

Gerard bounced in obvious delight, the giant freak. It wasn't that Frank had thought Gerard would completely spaz out and call in an exorcist or somthing when he found out about Frank's unfortunate case of dead. But he had sort of anticipated some terror, and maybe poking with sticks. 

“You’re ticklish! You’re a ticklish ghost," Gerard gushed.  And then, very seriously, “Are you a zombie?”

“Yeah, the vegan zombie, arrrrr,” Frank lurched forward with a slack zombie face. “Me and fuckin’ Bunnicula.” He abandoned his zombie pose, which was totally awesome even if Gerard was looking unimpressed, fuck him anyway, what did he know. “No, dude, my body’s back there, it’s totally not reanimated.” He flailed a hand in the general direction of the forest. "Look, I know it's weird, but--"

Gerard was already on his feet, looking as though someone had just offered him George Romero's hand in marriage. “Where?” he breathed. “Let’s go!”

“Dude,” Frank said, pained, into the palms of his hands. “Seriously, you’re freaking me out.”

“If you sing the Caspar song,” Frank grumbled. “I will end you.”

Ray held up his hands in surrender, but Bob sort of smiled and Frank eyed him warily.

“But Frank,” Bob said flatly, but there was a devilish gleam in his eyes. “What if there’s something weird in the neighborhood?”

Ray bit his lip and Frank narrowed his eyes and sort of loomed menacingly. “Bob Bryar, I will walk through you. Neither of us will like it. But I’ll do it. Don’t make me do it.”

“Something strange, and it doesn’t look good.” Oh, hah hah, mock the dead, then. And Ray wasn't much better, giggling like a fool. A fool who wanted to get fucking slimed.

“Oh, does that make me Bill Murray?” Gerard wondered aloud, distracted from whatever the fuck he’d been doing with the bark of that birch tree, which apparently was to peel it off in giant curls and hang it over the back of his arm. “Ohhh, he said, staring at Frank longingly. Frank looked warily back. "Oh, Frank, dude, can you slime? Do you have ectoplasm?”

“I’m going to make an exception to my vegan ways and eat Bob Bryar’s brain,” Frank said sadly, ignoring Gerard. He batted a hand through Bob’s head, which produced a profoundly unhappy noise from Bob and provoked Gerard into shedding birch bark everywhere as he bounded forward to peer up Bob’s nose.

“I wonder if you can possess people? Like Uncle Stretch in Casper!”

Bob was pawing at his head unhappily, shaking ice crystals from his hair and looking at Gerard as though he had live lobsters crawling out of his ears, which, okay, reasonable.

“I’ve actually never tried,” Frank said slowly, and pondered the logistics of diving up someone’s nose.

“Oh, try me!” Gerard said, and totally ran at Frank and knocked him over, sprawling them both in the dirt. Gerard was mostly on top of him, staring dreamily into Frank's eyes from inches away. Frank wasn't fooled. He knew Gerard only wanted him for his undead body, the giant freak.

“You giant freak,” Frank said, and used the opportunity to sort of subtly cuddle into Gerard's arms. “No. I always go solid with you anyway. No brain diving for you.”

“Stay out of my brain and never do that again, Iero,” Bob growled, and hauled Gerard to his feet. Frank glared. He missed having body heat. Gerard was so warm.

Ray was busy clutching his head and looking at Frank warily.

“No worries, Raymond,” Frank said, and got himself to his own feet. “The hair would deter me. It’s like a labyrinth.”

 

If there are questions/concerns about the exact nature of Frank's crazy supernatural ghost!body, have no fear. Eventually Gerard will bug and poke and prod Frank to his heart's content and Frank will glumly tolerate it, thinking morosely that all the groping is accidental. 

(Okay, okay, so I'm making up new ghost mythology to suit my own porny purposes. I REGRET NOTHING.)