Post by Gavin/Sid/Holden on Nov 22, 2007 21:11:33 GMT -5
It was that time again. Time for the daily games of Go Fish between the members of Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco. Patrick was excited, mostly because he had won every day for the last week. That’s fourteen consecutive games, considering they usually played twice every night. And he’d won them all, thanks to his lucky King of Hearts. Grinning happily to himself, Patrick finished getting ready by putting his equally lucky hat on his head. He wasn’t an overly superstitious person of course. He just had his lucky card, his lucky hat, his lucky socks, his lucky boxers, his lucky wristband, and of course his lucky scale model of a water buffalo, which he pretended to ride and stroked before every game. Not too much at all!
“You boys ready to lose?!” Patrick questioned, as he sat down at his place at the head of the table. Being best friends with Pete had its benefits. Although he didn’t really have control over the other vampires, he had special privileges, like the most comfortable chair at the head of the card table, and the right to do Pete’s laundry. The other vampires had to respect him, whether they liked it or not. For the most part the didn’t seem to mind, but occasionally one of them would complain about something. Today was apparently one of those days.
“Patrick? Can we like… play fair today? Cuz you know, you always get the king of hearts. We should just shuffle the deck and draw seven like we’re supposed to.” Brendon suggested tentatively. “And if you get it you could like… actually have to give it up like the rest of us. We should be allowed to ask for it if we get a king.” Patrick looked at him for quite a while before replying.
“Brendon, you need to understand. None of you can have the king of hearts.” He said. Brendon frowned.
“…Why?” He asked.
“Well obviously, because it has my name on it.” Patrick stated with a sigh, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. Brendon’s brow furrowed for a moment, as if he was trying to think, before he finally answered.
“Oh. Well, yeah I guess that makes sense.” He said with a smile. “Deal away then Pat!” Smiling to himself, Patrick began to look through the cards, so he could take his lucky one before shuffling and dealing the rest. He went through the entire deck, but didn’t find it. A frown replaced the smile. Where was his card? He must have just missed it. He went through them again, slowly and carefully. Nothing. His card wasn’t there.
“WHERE IS IT?!” He yelled, in a panic, throwing the cards down on the table and looking around at his fellow’s with wide eyes. “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CARD?!” They all stared back, looking frightened.
“Pat, we didn’t take it. Maybe you misplaced it.” Andy suggested. Patrick glared at him.
“I DID NOT LOSE IT! I WOULD NEVER LOSE IT! ONE OF YOU STOLE IT! YOU’RE JEALOUS! YOU STOLE IT BECAUSE YOU’RE JEALOUS!” Patrick screamed.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” An even louder voice screeched, as Pete appeared, having transformed back from a bat. There was a large splotch of rubbed in eyeliner on his head, but everyone was too scared of both him and Patrick to say anything.
“ONE OF THEM STOLE MY LUCKY CARD!” Patrick cried, jumping up from his seat and walking over to Pete. Pete looked at him, then at the rest of his followers, his fangs showing.
“Right. Which of you did it? Which of you stole it? Come clean and I’ll go easy on you.” No one said anything for a long time, until Joe suddenly piped up.
“I bet it was Brendon! He was just complaining about how Pat had his special card! He must have done it!” He said. Pete turned his gaze on Brendon, who swallowed fearfully. It was terrifying to have Pete stare at you so threateningly.
“Well Urie? Was it you?” Pete questioned. His voice was quiet, but it held so much of a threat in it that it was terrifying to hear. Brendon started to shake visibly.
“No! I s-swear I didn’t!” He said haltingly, the fear evident in his voice. Pete continued that calm gaze.
“We’ll see about that won’t we? Patrick. Let’s go search his room.” Pete murmured, before turning and heading out of the room, Patrick close behind. The rest of his followers exchanged nervous glances and gave Brendon pitying looks before following. Brendon drew a shakey breath, then went along too. He was the last to arrive in the room, and when he did, he found Pete in a rage. The quiet calmness was gone. Their overlord was now hurling Panic!’s furniture around the room, smashing it into walls and such. Finally, he picked up Brendon’s coffin and hurled that. Everyone watched, eyes widened, as a single playing card fell out of the coffin and landed on the carpet. Pete stopped throwing things immediately and simply stared at the card, before turning his gaze on Brendon once gain.
“Brendon… you lied to me.” He said, returning to the calm, calculating, almost whisper of before. “You said you didn’t take it.” Brendon gave a small whimper.
“I didn’t! I was framed!” He yelped. Pete stared at him.
“I’m sorry I have to do this Brendon. No Go Fish for you. One week.” Pete said, before turning and leaving the room. Brendon stared after him, eyes wide. Pete couldn’t have punished him more if he had killed him.
“WHAT?! I’M INNOCENT! THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT’S NOT FAIR I TELL YOU! I NEED GO FISH! I NEED IT! I NEED IT SO BAD! NOOOOOO!” The panicking vampire curled up on the floor, crying. Meanwhile, a few rooms away, Billie Joe lay on a couch, listening and laughing quietly to himself.
“You boys ready to lose?!” Patrick questioned, as he sat down at his place at the head of the table. Being best friends with Pete had its benefits. Although he didn’t really have control over the other vampires, he had special privileges, like the most comfortable chair at the head of the card table, and the right to do Pete’s laundry. The other vampires had to respect him, whether they liked it or not. For the most part the didn’t seem to mind, but occasionally one of them would complain about something. Today was apparently one of those days.
“Patrick? Can we like… play fair today? Cuz you know, you always get the king of hearts. We should just shuffle the deck and draw seven like we’re supposed to.” Brendon suggested tentatively. “And if you get it you could like… actually have to give it up like the rest of us. We should be allowed to ask for it if we get a king.” Patrick looked at him for quite a while before replying.
“Brendon, you need to understand. None of you can have the king of hearts.” He said. Brendon frowned.
“…Why?” He asked.
“Well obviously, because it has my name on it.” Patrick stated with a sigh, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. Brendon’s brow furrowed for a moment, as if he was trying to think, before he finally answered.
“Oh. Well, yeah I guess that makes sense.” He said with a smile. “Deal away then Pat!” Smiling to himself, Patrick began to look through the cards, so he could take his lucky one before shuffling and dealing the rest. He went through the entire deck, but didn’t find it. A frown replaced the smile. Where was his card? He must have just missed it. He went through them again, slowly and carefully. Nothing. His card wasn’t there.
“WHERE IS IT?!” He yelled, in a panic, throwing the cards down on the table and looking around at his fellow’s with wide eyes. “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CARD?!” They all stared back, looking frightened.
“Pat, we didn’t take it. Maybe you misplaced it.” Andy suggested. Patrick glared at him.
“I DID NOT LOSE IT! I WOULD NEVER LOSE IT! ONE OF YOU STOLE IT! YOU’RE JEALOUS! YOU STOLE IT BECAUSE YOU’RE JEALOUS!” Patrick screamed.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” An even louder voice screeched, as Pete appeared, having transformed back from a bat. There was a large splotch of rubbed in eyeliner on his head, but everyone was too scared of both him and Patrick to say anything.
“ONE OF THEM STOLE MY LUCKY CARD!” Patrick cried, jumping up from his seat and walking over to Pete. Pete looked at him, then at the rest of his followers, his fangs showing.
“Right. Which of you did it? Which of you stole it? Come clean and I’ll go easy on you.” No one said anything for a long time, until Joe suddenly piped up.
“I bet it was Brendon! He was just complaining about how Pat had his special card! He must have done it!” He said. Pete turned his gaze on Brendon, who swallowed fearfully. It was terrifying to have Pete stare at you so threateningly.
“Well Urie? Was it you?” Pete questioned. His voice was quiet, but it held so much of a threat in it that it was terrifying to hear. Brendon started to shake visibly.
“No! I s-swear I didn’t!” He said haltingly, the fear evident in his voice. Pete continued that calm gaze.
“We’ll see about that won’t we? Patrick. Let’s go search his room.” Pete murmured, before turning and heading out of the room, Patrick close behind. The rest of his followers exchanged nervous glances and gave Brendon pitying looks before following. Brendon drew a shakey breath, then went along too. He was the last to arrive in the room, and when he did, he found Pete in a rage. The quiet calmness was gone. Their overlord was now hurling Panic!’s furniture around the room, smashing it into walls and such. Finally, he picked up Brendon’s coffin and hurled that. Everyone watched, eyes widened, as a single playing card fell out of the coffin and landed on the carpet. Pete stopped throwing things immediately and simply stared at the card, before turning his gaze on Brendon once gain.
“Brendon… you lied to me.” He said, returning to the calm, calculating, almost whisper of before. “You said you didn’t take it.” Brendon gave a small whimper.
“I didn’t! I was framed!” He yelped. Pete stared at him.
“I’m sorry I have to do this Brendon. No Go Fish for you. One week.” Pete said, before turning and leaving the room. Brendon stared after him, eyes wide. Pete couldn’t have punished him more if he had killed him.
“WHAT?! I’M INNOCENT! THIS ISN’T FAIR! IT’S NOT FAIR I TELL YOU! I NEED GO FISH! I NEED IT! I NEED IT SO BAD! NOOOOOO!” The panicking vampire curled up on the floor, crying. Meanwhile, a few rooms away, Billie Joe lay on a couch, listening and laughing quietly to himself.
