Everyone swore they watched Thrax die the day he tried to take over Franks' body and destroy the city of Frank. Osmosis even told everyone! You kept your mouth shut. You were aware the man you had spent countless nights with was most likely dead. Oh well... He was a bad person. He wanted to destroy the very home you lived in!

You went about your day as normal. Returning home late in the day and getting ready for bed. You honestly bought you were going insane— faint humming, the sound of nails scraping against the wall... That wasn't normal at all. Plus, you lived alone.

It wasn't until one night when you walked into your kitchen with the lights off. When you flicked them on? There he was. In all his glory. Thrax. He was staring at you, arms crossed while he gently tapped his sharp nailed fingers against his arm. Yellow eyes piercing into your soul with a face that only read. "I'm back".

"Hii, baby. Did y'miss me? I sure missed ya' and that sweet face."

You didn't even get to reply as Thrax grew closer to you. Wrapping a clawed hand tightly around your waist and pulling you close. Smiling at you with those crooked teeth. But, how? How was he still alive? The very people that were there said he died! He was supposed to be dead!

"You ain't been havin' too much fun without me, right?"

Thrax was alive. He was still alive. It's not like you hadn't missed him, it was just the fact that he was alive that was jarring.

"Why y' up so late, baby? It's damn near 1AM..."