Crazy like you, Lollipop (Frerard and insanity) - The Black Parade

**Nukyster** · 03-10-2008, 08:00 AM

Crazy like you, lollipop

Rating: 15+

Disclaim: This story is completly fiction. I do not own any of the MCR members.

Main characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Bob Bryar, Ray Torro, Sarah Beth, Arthur (King) Kneightly.

Summary: Four young man, all with their own sorts of shit to deal with. One with too many labels, one simple had enough, one addicted to meth and one living in his own Autistic world. All four of them spend a part of their life in 499, better known as Monroeville. One of the many houses of a psychiatric institution.

Genre: Humor, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst, family, drama and SLASH at some point. It's pretty much a rollercoaster.

Autor's note: Is you are looking for a story about two boys that fall in love in chapter one and have sex in the fifth you got yourself the wrong story. But if you are intrested in living 'problem cases' I hope you will check this one out.

Chapter Index:
Chapter 1, page1
Chapter 2, page 1
Chapter 3, page 1
Chapter 4, page 2
Chapter 5, page 3
Chapter 6, page 3
Chapter 7, page 4
Chapter 8, page 6
Chapter 8, page 7
Chapter 9, page 7
Chapter 10, page 7
Chapter 11, page 8
Chapter 12, page 13
Chapter 13, page 14
Chapter 14, page 15
Chapter 15, page 16
Chapter 16, page 18
Chapter 17, page 20
Chapter 18, page 21
Chapter 19, page 22
Chapter 20, page 23
Chapter 21, page 24
Chapter 22, page 26
Chapter 23, page 29
Chapter 24, page 35 partII, page 35, part III page 36
Chapter 25, page 40
Chapter 26, page 42
Chapter 27, page 44
Chapter 28, page 47
Chapter 29, page 52
Chapter 30, page 55
Chapter 31) page 57
Chapter 32) page 58 TU^^
Chapter 33) page 61
Chapter 34, page 65
Chapter 35), page 69
Chapter 36), page 70
Chapter 37), Page 71
Chapter 38), page 74
Chapter 39) page 74
Chapter 40, page 75
Chapter 41) page 77
Chapter 42) page 81
Chapter 43, page 86,
Chapter 44, page 89
Chapter 45, page 94
Chapter 46, page 99
Chapter 47, page 103
Chapter 48, page 106
Chapter 49, page 106
Chapter 50, page 108
Chapter 51, page 111
Chapter 52, page 116
Chapter 53, page 118
Chapter 54, page 122
Chapter 55, page 126
Chapter 56, page 131
Chapter 57, page 134
Chapter 58, page 138
Chapter 59, page 142
Chapter 60, page 151
Chapter 61, page 154
Chapter 62, page 155
Chapter 63, page 158
Chapter 64, page 162
Chapter 65, page 165
Chapter 66, page 168
Chapter 67, page 171
Chapter 68, page 174
Chapter 69, page 178
Chapter 70, page 188
Chapter 71, page 195
Chapter 72, page 200
Chapter 73, page 203
Chapter 74, page 206
Chapter 75, page 209
Chapter 76, page 212
Chapter 77, page 215
Chapter 78, page 218
Chapter 79, page 219
Chapter 80, page 225
Chapter 81, page 227
Chapter 82, page 229
Chapter 83, page 234, page 238, page 243
Chapter 84, page 246
Chapter 85, page 248
Chapter 86, page 250
Chapter 87, page 253
Chapter 88, page 256
Chapter 89, page 262
Chapter 90, page 263
Chapter 91, page 266
Chapter 92, page 269
Chapter 93, page 271
Chapter 94, page 273
Chapter 95, page 276
Chapter 96, page 278
Chapter 97, page 281
Chapter 98, page 284, page 285
CHapter 99, page 287
CHAPTER 100, PAGE 289! *party-time*
Chapter 101, page 291
Chapter 102, page 293
Chapter 103, page 295
Chapter 104, page 296
Chapter 105, page 297
Chapter 106, page 298
Chapter 107, page 300
Chapter 108, page 302
Chapter 109, page 304
Chapter 110, page 305
Chapter 111, page 308
Chapter 112, page 310,page 311
Chapter 113, page 312
Chapter 114, page 315
Chapter 115, page 316
Chapter 116, page 317
Chapter 117, page 319
Chapter 118, page 320
Chapter 119, page 322
Chapter 120, page 323, 324
Chapter 121, page 325
Chapter 122, page 326
Chapter 123, page 327
Chapter 124, page 329
Chapter 125, page 331
Chapter 126, page 331
Chapter 127, page 332
Chapter 128, page 333 WOOT:D
Chapter 129, page 334
Chapter 130, page 335
Chapter 131, page 336
Chapter 132, page 337
Chapter 133, page 339
Chapter 134) page 340
Chapter 135, page 341
Chapter 136, page 342
Chapter 137, page 343
Chapter 138, page 344
Chapter 139, page 345
Chapter 140, page 347
Chapter 141, page 348
Chapter 142, page 349
Chapter 143, page 350
Chapter 144, page 351
Chapter 145, page 352
Chapter 146, page 353
Chapter 147, page 354
Chapter 148, page 355
Chapter 149, page 356
Chapter 150, page 357
Chapter 151, page 358
Chapter 152, page 359
Chapter 153, page 360
Chapter 154, page 361
Chapter 155, page 362
Chapter 156, page 363
Chapter 157, page 364
Chapter 158, page 366
Chapter 159, page 368
Chapter 160, page 369
Chapter 161, page 369
Chapter 162, page 372
Chapter 163, page 373
Chapter 164, page 374
Chapter 165, page 375
Chapter 166, page 375
Chapter 167, page 377
Chapter 168, page 377
Chapter 169, page 378
Chapter 170, page 379
Chapter 171, page 380
Chapter 172, page 380

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dagný · 03-10-2008, 08:45 AM

this is good
please update soon (;

one quz: how old are they?

**Nukyster** · 03-10-2008, 08:47 AM

Chapter 1) Meeting up with Mr. Chaos.

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He just wanted to die. He stared at the pure white sealing from the room that had been given to him. White, cold, clean. So bright, so white. He hated that. He wish he could crawl under the bed with the white, white seats. He wanted to be wrapped in darkness and just die. But he couldn’t, breathing seemed to be too tiring already. He felt so weak, cried ever bit of strength out. Slowly he started to sob again. ‘How can they do this to me?’ He pierced his eyes shut and the sob continued growing harder. ‘Do they hate me that much?!’ He curled to his side, away from the white, white door. Why did his room had to be so god damn white. Why did he had to be here? And why did his parents dumped him in a nuthouse? He wasn’t crazy, he was just so tired. So god damn tired of… everything.

Through his teary lashes he stared at both his wrist. Two deep white lines, companied by many others. ‘I’m not crazy, I just had enough.’ And so he closed his eyes again and let himself sink back in the darkness that seemed welcome him every time as an old friend.

“FRESH MEAT! FRESH MEAT!!!” He heard someone raving through the hall. Hand jammed down on his door until it shot open. As the door he shot up and with large grown eyes he stared at the nutjob that came marching into his room. Literally marching, no kidding. Like a soldier, one hand fiery in the air, his feet moving up high and stamping back on the ground.

The murky mouth that came with it all started to shout again. “FRESH MEAT! FRESH MEAT! WELCOME TO PARADISE!”

He could be sure his yaw was hanging by now. His face must gave his shook away. The stranger took hold in the middle of the room, his bleached white hair shocking a bit when he ended his show with a headbang. In front of him stood a boy, wearing some cheap sneakers, a shirt from a band that didn’t rang a bell and a pair of boxers with Tasmanian devil on it.

But even the whole ‘missing pants part’ didn’t seem to less the boys attitude.

His lips turned into one of the wickedest smiles he’d ever seen (and he’d seen The Shining with Jack Nicolson).

“You’re the fish now noob!” The boy shouted very cheering. “Think there ganna fry your brain?! Think about it, they did that to me the first night.” He let his index fingers twirl along his temples. “That did the trick for me, oooooo boy it did it. It so did. The really pulled my screws lose baby-blue!”

Somehow he got his jaw back in place and got some human expression back on his face. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Excuse me, but who are you?”

The boy gasped and winched back as been violently beaten. “You don’t know my name?!” he cried upset and fell on his knees. “You don’t know MY name?!” He let his head head-bang towards the ground. “I’M THE BLOODY KING AROUND HERE!” He cried, kneeled down on the floor and studied the floor. “Well, not the king that’s the big Chief. I ain’t going near the King of Fools.” He looked up, still letting a bit of wickedness play in his eyes. “Mweh, I’m the Joker. I pull the pranks, I’ll toy, cheat and play this halls. I rrrrrule over here!” he let the R role out his mouth and he jumped back in position. “I’m the man around here baby-blue-eyes. And you’re the fish now, your Tiny Tim.” He bit his lips and clapped his hands, then sprinted back to the door and shouted out: “FRESH MEAT, FRESH MEAT READY FOR A BRAINMELT!”

He flung back in, hissing and stumbling over his feet as a girl not that much older then he marched in.

“Gerard what did I say to you?!” She snapped angrily.

The boy seemed to ease down a bit. “Sulky Sarah, always ready to ruin my day…”

“Wacky Way, get out this is no time to play.” She sing-song tuned back.

The boy threw his head between his shoulders. “O c’mon Sissy, I’m bored! I’m crazy and I’m bored let me play a little with the nooby!”

“No!” The girl fired back. “You’ve done enough, go get some pants on right now before I have to squeak with Arthur about you misbehaving again!” She pointed at the door.

The boy shrugged and pouted his lips. “No need to throw in the King, Sissy.” He flung his hands up in the air. “I’m going, I would have been in the Din if it weren’t for you!” He told her.

“God, Gerard I’m going to make you coffee in a few minutes!” The girl growled annoyed and patted on his shoulders, gesturing him to the door. “You can make it yourself you know.”

He blew her a kiss. “Not the way you can, you can make everything Sea. Everything top till bottom head to toe. Black, milky, creamy, frappy, cold, warm or very hot…”

“GERARD WAY OUT!”

The boy giggled rather girlish and sprinted out of the room, pulling his boxers slightly up.
The girl sighted and rolled her eyes. A bit uncomfortable she turned towards him.

“So you must be Frank Iero?” She said not that acted, pretty interested even.

He shrug uncomfortable, he didn’t like it when strangers suddenly threw all that much interest at him.

“I’m Sarah Beth Talley.” She told him, her voice was cheery. He pretended to miss that and gestured to the door.

“Who’s that?”

She joined his look. “That was Gerard. He’s… easy to live with once you learn to know him. What can take more then a person should have to bare.” She added more to herself then to him it seemed.

He frowned, that didn’t comforted him one bit. That boy was clearly out of his freaking mind. He hoped they had some locks on the door. “And you are?” he asked a bit harsh.

“I’m Sarah, I’m a student working here to-“

“-To check out the freaks, yeah I get it!” He cute her off and finished. He didn’t feel like being a Guiney pig for a therapist to be.

“No more like helping them figured things out.” She hummed a bit agitated by his snarl.

“Well I don’t need someone to figure stuff for me out!” He spat at her. She just nodded.

“Did anyone give you a tour around here?” She asked ignoring his bust out. He gave her a sharp look and shook his head.

“No they just dumped me here.” He growled and suddenly his fingertips seemed to be very interesting.

“Do you want to get a tour through the house?” She asked. “Then you can met your other-“

“No, fuck no! I just want to be left alone!” he snapped and turned away from her, burying his head into the pillow.

“Okay, I’ll check on you in a few hours.” She told him and left. When she closed the door he razed his middle finger and pulled the blanket over his head. He wanted to sleep and if he could forever.

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So this was chapter one. I have to say *stands up* Hi my name is Nuky and I'm a review addict. I love feedback and you may be critic but don't make it to hard that'll make me cry and I'll start throwing things. Nobody will be happy about that. So please, prety please say what you think about!!!

**Kriss** · 03-10-2008, 08:48 AM

Wow, this is awesome!
haha, Gerard sounds fucking crazy!
Update when you can again:]

dagný · 03-10-2008, 08:56 AM

ok ^_^

<3

**Nukyster** · 03-10-2008, 09:10 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by XStayX

Wow, this is awesome!
haha, Gerard sounds fucking crazy!
Update when you can again:]

O believe me he really is. He reallyreally is. *smiles evil*

**Nukyster** · 03-10-2008, 10:53 AM

So next chapter comming up:

Chapter 2) Big boy doing wee-wee.

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To his painful agony he woke up not even a hour later, his bladder urging him to get up and take a piss. For a few minutes he shut the feeling out but finally got up. Wetting your bed in a nuthouse wasn’t the best start. If he ever wanted to get out of this place he better showed them he was housetrained.

Before he opened the door of madness he checked himself out in his mirror. Well there mirror since he only borrowed the room until another son of a bitch screwed up. He whipped away the dark sticky strings of hair from of his face. He must smell really bad, he hadn’t bother to take a shower since… forever. His hair sucked to, to ugly and greasy. He hated the boy in the mirror, but tried not to care so he pulled his hood over his head. Sometimes he really tried to disappear in the black sweater he had since… forever. Just disappear in the soft Fleece. He felt safe with his sweater, truly wrapped in darkness. A shield for all the talks, all the eyes and all the hurtful words.

He stepped in his lace-less shoes. Did they really think he would hang himself with his own laces? Well he would try probably, just in case it might work.

‘Better get this over with and get back to sleep.’ He turned the knob and silently opened his door. He stuck his head out and let his eyes wondered through the hall.

White. Whity-white. So sterile he feared he would never be able to have kids after this event.

He felt like the anti-pole as he sneaked through the hall. He counted eight doors, that could lead to everywhere. He just prayed to God he wouldn’t walk into that creep again. It was one thing he was suicidal, having so much insanity linger around him… That wouldn’t do him any good. From one room he heard some voice mumble. They didn’t sound scared, freaked out or insane so that must be a good thing. He walked along that door and heard some music play, that must be another bedroom.

´Where the hell did these people park the bathroom.´ he thought annoyed. ´I swear just a few more moments and this mental-case is doing a wee-wee on the floor.’

He took a shot and picked a door. He moaned when he stepped into a living room slash kitchen. On one of the cabins sat the creep, knees up to his chest and head resting against a plank. Next to him stood Therapist Jr, fixing up some coffee.

“Someone really hooked you up huh Fish?” The creep gestured to his lip piercing. He opened his mouth to make a sharp comeback but couldn’t figure something out to make the creep feel less. So he huffed and slammed the door back shut.

Furious he marched further into the hall, hearing the creep giggle and the girl call him shit.

Somehow that made him feel a bit better and so he checked the next door.

‘Finally salvation.’ He sighted as he walked into a tiled bathroom. Well some shower cells, sinks and line toilet doors. ‘Hallelujah, holey mother of sweet Jesus.’ He thought as he turned one of the doors to ‘occupied.’

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**Kriss** · 03-10-2008, 11:19 AM

Haha, great update.

**Nukyster** · 03-11-2008, 11:54 AM

Chapter 3) The Real World.

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He’d slept a few more hours but then he had to face it. Really face it. He wasn’t going to pass away in his sleep and there was no way he would get out of this prison if he kept pretending to have sweet, sweet dreams. Somehow he had to think about Marilyn Manson after that realisation and that made him sit up pretty fast.

He yawned and rubbed the last bit of sleep out of his eyes. For the third time he looked around his room. It annoyed him, it was to clean, untouched. Not like his own room was, had been… before.

He sighted. The only thing that kind of resembled him was his bag, still packed and himself. Two black spots in a white room. ‘I don’t belong her man.’ He kicked his bag under the bed. ‘I’m not crazy, I have to get out of this shitty place.’

And the only way was the doorway.

When he scampered through the hall he heard a loud scream that made him jump up. Alerted he turned around, towards the scream. In another area a door got jammed open. The Therapist to be came rushing out, cursing soft. She slowed down her step when she noticed him being out of bed.

“Hi.” She said a bit awkward. “Can you please walk with me, there is a little bit of a problem.” Even though her tone was calm her eyes told him otherwise. He decided not to risk his life over some kinda of lunatic that went wild and nodded. She hurried him into the room he’d walked in before.

It had a low furniture level. Just the plain basic things. A creamy white five-sit couch in one corner with a small TV in front of it. The nutjob from before sat on the floor, just a few inches from the screen, while his fingers drummed concentrated on the floor. It had some rhyme, but not much. He watched a few seconds how those fingertips kept drumming on the wooden floor.

Sarah had walked off to the back. The lost of her presence made him feel very uncomfortable. Now he stood alone in the same room with the creep. Luckily the guy seemed more interested on what was on TV then in him. Still, he had no clue what to do and just standing in the middle of the room made him feel stupid.

He stared exploring his new ‘living condition.’ Slowly not to drain to much attention to him. The kitchen started where the room ended, it stood in the middle of the room. There where two halls on both sided leading to god knows what. He sat down on one of the five stools that stood against the kitchen counters. To his displeasure there where locks on most of the cabins and the fridge. ‘So no midnight snack then.’

Right the moment he started to ask himself if it was possible that Sarah had been murdered by one of the crazy fucks, she came rushing back from one of the halls. Behind her scampered the boy, a little bit older then he was.

“Bob this is Frank.” Sarah introduced them while the other boy rubbed over his unshaved chin. A bit sheepish he held out his hand.

“Frank.”

“Bob.”

So far the conversation.

Sarah hipped from one foot on the other. “Can you give Frank a tour around the house please? Then I can check upon the- well you know.”

The shaggy boy shrugged. “Yeah sure.” The boy rubbed the back of his neck and Frank wondered if the boy got a lice problem. Slowly he took a step back, taking some space because he didn’t feel much for shaving his head. He’d seen a movie about a nuthouse, everyone had to shaver there head because it was cheaper and easier kept. Yeah, okay that movie had been placed in the 50’s, but still…

“So this is it then.” The boy started to speak and gestured to the room. “ Pretty easy, you got the kitchen’, the liv’. Back there is the din’ room.” He gestured to the hall on the left side of the kitchen. “On the other side we have some place you can relax. There is one computer and if you kill it your dead because that thing is my only way to the outside world. O, and there are some books, a piano and some art stuff in case you feel creative. Let’s move on.”

Stunned he’d taken another few steps back and he quickly nodded. The boy had already turned his back towards him and walked along the kitchen.

“I presume you’d already met Gerard?” Bob said giving himself some time to study the creep that had been taken by the TV. His mouth hung open a bit and it wouldn’t surprise Frank if he would start drooling.

Bob coughed, not getting any responds from the creep. “GEE WAKE UP!”

The boy shot up and yelped. Angry he glared at Bob. “What? I’m watching my show god damn it!”

Bob rolled his eyes. “You can watch The Real World later, say hi to Frank.”

The creep gave him a little peek. “I already said hi to the fish, now I have coffee and TV so fuck off Bob.” He turned back to the screen and frozen in the exact same position as before.

Bob shook his head a little and looked at Frank. “He’s cool, he’s just a bit uh… -Let’s just carry on the tour.”

Before they left the living room Frank couldn’t help but peek over his shoulder at Gerard. He was really weird. Okay now that was an understatement. The guy was just so- he didn’t know how to name it. Chaotic? Childish?

‘Let’s just drop it on crazy.’ He told himself stepping into another room.

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So umm… what do you think it from so far? Please leave a comment I’m dying to know what people think!

MCRmoshpitt · 03-11-2008, 01:15 PM

I like this!!!!

i feel sorry for frank though!!!

and gee really is crazzy!!!!