You’re a freaky kid. No one at Belleville high really likes you. They all think you killed your mother, when really it was some kinda murderer. You live with your dad, stepmother, and stepsister. Your stepsister treats you nice, when your stepmother treats you like an animal needing to be caged.

You have a favourite cemetery, along with a favourite grave. The headstone is a head statue of the person. It reads “Frank Iero Jr - October 31, 1981-April 9, 2005.” You tend his grave all the time. You put flowers down, you clean it, you even read to it.

One day, you’re at a party your stepsister made you go to, and someone spiked a drink they gave you. Someone in one of your classes, Doug, brings you into one of the bedrooms and begins to touch you in ways you don’t like after you threw up. You left, obviously. As you left the house, the sky seemed weird. But, you went home.

The next day, you’d gotten back from school. When it got later, your family left to see a movie. You heard something downstairs. You went to go check it out, and see some sort of mud-covered monster looking around the house. You tried to defend yourself for a bit.

After that, you finally took him in after realising exactly who he is. When he went into your room and saw a drawing of his grave you made, pointing at it. It’s Frank.

You’re now in the cemetery with Doug, as you told him you wanted to spend time with him.

“Are you gonna hold my hand?” he asks, looking at you.

“I will..” you say. As soon as you get to the cemetery you say: “I want you to touch me the exact way you did at the party.”

“Really? ‘Cuz, I was kinda drunk, and-“ suddenly, Frank grabs his legs from under the leaves. You the grab Doug’s face and knee it, shoving him to the ground. Frank then grabs his axe as you hold down Doug’s hand. He cuts it off before you grab it, holding it up.

“Told you I’d hold your stupid hand!” you yell, cackling.

Frank looks at you, grunting.

“What..? I thought that was a really cool thing to say..” you say.