Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]

the_hungry_muffin! wrote:

eyelinerislife wrote:I've gotta admit, the girl has talent (I can't play and bend backwards for the life of me...In fact, I can't play for the life of me, either...), and it's probably because I feel overprotective and don't want to see Gerard go down that road of drug and alcohol abuse again....


Anyway, when will we be getting part two of this masterpiece of craziness?

yah, we all wanna wrap our gee in bubble wrap and cotton wool and stuff...*coughourselvescoulgh*=p but it seems so far like they're happy, and that's what matters, isn't it?

Wait...why would he do drugs and stuff? IS she a bad influence?

BTW. I understand him liking her. MSI opened for MCR in Europe in 2004-2005 and Lyn-Z in a graduate of a school of art and even designs the covers of MSI albums.

See...I did my research.

Zombierocker wrote:

the_hungry_muffin! wrote:

eyelinerislife wrote:I've gotta admit, the girl has talent (I can't play and bend backwards for the life of me...In fact, I can't play for the life of me, either...), and it's probably because I feel overprotective and don't want to see Gerard go down that road of drug and alcohol abuse again....


Anyway, when will we be getting part two of this masterpiece of craziness?

yah, we all wanna wrap our gee in bubble wrap and cotton wool and stuff...*coughourselvescoulgh*=p but it seems so far like they're happy, and that's what matters, isn't it?

Wait...why would he do drugs and stuff? IS she a bad influence?

BTW. I understand him liking her. MSI opened for MCR in Europe in 2004-2005 and Lyn-Z in a graduate of a school of art and even designs the covers of MSI albums.

See...I did my research.

According to rumors early on in the relationship, she had or still was a druggie. But I can definitely see why he likes her, and I loved the artwork she did for "You'll Rebel To Anything". VERY good.

o.o i never knew she did the art for the albums...doooood!!!!!
you'll rebel to anything is so cool!!! so cool!!!
and i finally finished psycho english essay from hell [at just under 1000 words with a 'worrying amount of insight'] and that means that im gonna spned the day finishing part 2!!!!!

Yay!
I like your abundance of emoticons quite muchly! :3
And am excited for the next bit of thisss!

im really glad i have something to set my mind onto happyness...sylvia plath is like, the original emo or something...

Yay!

anyone wnna beta the next part? it's almost done...

and, is there anyone who could get me some of my fics from the rmy?
i can't login, and i don't have everything backed up and...eep?

everybody bow down to daisy!!! she got me my fics!!!
*cheers for daisy*

Thank Brandi for the inspiration.

Totally wrote some lines I never expected I would kthx…

It was early morning when the small *thud* awoke Ray, but, seeing as it was early morning, Ray couldn't quite find it in him to care beyond checking that none of his bandmates were bleeding on the floor.

When Mikey woke up, he was really only aware of the delicious smell of frying food wafting through from the still-toasterless kitchen area, and he wasn't quite conscious enough to think about the fact that they didn't actually have any means of frying food, or that they probably definitely hadn't stopped driving in about six hours, right through the night, because he would have known.
He wandered through from the bunks, digging the heel of his hand into an eye and yawning impossibly wide.
"Hey Frank." He croaked, taking a moment to register:
FRANK.COOKING=PAIN.DESTRUCTION²
"Hey Miiiiikey." Frank chirped, deftly flipping over some unidentified item of food.
"Uhm...Frank...are you...actually...cooking?" Mikey asked warily, wondering if there was maybe a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, that perhaps this was really a polymorphic alien, posing as Frank in order to infiltrate their ranks and therefore make it easier to sneak up and eat their brains in the night. And it just happened to be partial to fried food.
Like, ew.
"Yeah, Bobby's teaching me." Frank squeaked happily.
"B-obby? Oh! You mean Bob?" Mikey realised. "Shouldn't he have like, broken you for calling him that?"
Frank shook his head with a devious grin, and Mikey decided he did not want to know, instead heading to the tiny bus toilet because his bladder didn't just feel, he was pretty sure it was going to like, burst.
When he returned, it was to the sight of Frank......and.….....Bob....….....Ew.
Ew.
Ew.
EW.
EW.
Frank noticed Mikey, standing stricken in the doorway and Frank slowly detached himself from Bob with a tiny little smacking sound, that made Mikey want to puke, and scratch his eyes out, and cut off his ears, maybe have a lobotomy or whatever, because it was one thing when it was all adrenaline fuelled, but it was another thing entirely when it wasn't, and in the mornings Mikey‘s stomach was always kinda fragile and just, god, no...
There was an uncomfortable moment of just Mikey staring at the couple, and the couple staring half-guiltily at Mikey, and the sound of frying food filling the air.
"Mmmmmornin' guys" Came a croak from somewhere near the doorway, and Mikey turned slowly to see bleary-eyed morning-haired Gerard standing behind him, scrubbing lazily at the back of his head with his fingertips as he yawned.
"H-H-Heyyy Gee..." Mikey stuttered, trying to blink away the image burned into his retinas.
"Whassamatter?" Gerard asked dully, now squinting in the glare from the fluorescent lighting overhead. “'Zat Frank...cooking?" Gerard's eyes widened and he rubbed them a little harder, taking a step forward to peer into the frying pan.
"Yes." Frank sighed irritably. "Bobby's teaching me. Thought t'would be nice but..."
"B-obby? Oh! Y'mean Bob? N'tis nice Frankles...jus' a bit weird, yanno?" Gerard shuffled away, mumbling something like “’Ny ways, gotta piss, then coffee-ee-eee…”
“Huh. So like, where‘d you get like, the hob?” because they were fucking frying shit on one of the gas rings built into the cabinet, and shit, that really, honestly wasn‘t there when he‘d turned off the light after the rest of the guys went to bed last night…
“Where‘d the hob ’n shit come from ‘nyways?” Gerard asked as he came back into the room, yawning a little and pulling the cuffs of a newly-acquired hoodie down over his hands.
“’N ’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here. Someone leave the window open ‘gain?”
“Prolly just someone enjoying their midnight smoke, huh Gee?”
Gerard flicked a dismissive hand at his grinning brother and meandered over to the worktop with one of his mugs sitting on it, making an ‘ooh’ face when he discovered it was already full. He picked it up with a happy little sound, only sparing a moment to glance at the knowing smirks of his bandmates before he took a sip.
“Ach!! This last night’s fuckin’ brew, innit?” he grumbled, emptying his mug into the sink and setting about making some fresh coffee as Bob and Mikey laughed.

“’Zn‘t the hob ‘n shit like, always bin here anyway?” Frank mumbled, apparently oblivious to Gerard‘s consternation.
“No, s‘like never been here before…” Mikey said, making a face as he thought, really thought about why there was suddenly food and means of cooking it after like, months of like, not.
Frank made a small fuff sound and looked at Bob for a moment before walking out silently, with Bob following a few seconds later.

“S‘up with them?” Gerard asked, making a face as he spooned instant coffee and a deal of sugar into his mug.
“Don‘t even ask…and hey, you do know you‘re going to hell for drinking instant, don‘t you?”
“S’still caffeine. Not like there’s anythin’ else, seein’ as someone can never seem to remember ta get what we need for the proper stuff when they insist on doin’ the shopping…”
“Fuck you.”
“You‘d like that.”
Mikey turned away from his brother with a little groan that said ‘God, no, I don’t need that mental image too!’ and sticking the two fingers up when Gerard laughed.
There was a few moments of blessed silence as Gerard slurped his coffee with an expression that clearly said ‘Oh, baby…’

“Gerard, if you‘re gonna make lip-love with your coffee, please do it where the rest of us won‘t be subjected to ring-side seats.” Frank smirked as he came in, dragging Bob behind him, both with cherry-kissed lips and Bob wearing a slightly dazed smile that had nothing to do with it being early(ish) morning, and his brain, as a consequence, not quite being able to function at full speed. And probably, Mikey unwillingly reasoned, everything to do with what he had interrupted.

“Guilty smiles.” said a gloating voice from somewhere near where there was nobody standing.
“What?” Frank asked, visibly slipping into beat everyone‘s ass mode as he glared between Mikey and Gerard.
“That wasn‘t us. Came from over there.” Gerard said in a controlled voice as he pointed toward the hob.
“Yeah, where nobody is.” Bob said, beginning to recover enough to raise an eyebrow at Gerard.
Everybody jumped when the frying pan clattered to the floor and Frank screamed as it began to change shape…until it resembled…a waffle iron.
“Boyo…Frankie sure does need those cooking lessons Bob, good on ya for that…”
Gerard stared at the apparition as it complemented the drummer (Who‘s face took on an O_O kind of expression…) before flipping over and expunging the remains of the food onto the floor.
“Ohmygod!! I don‘t like you Barry!” Frank squeaked in horror.
“HA! Y’think I got to be the most evilest appliance ever in the world by making people like me? Yeah, no. I got here by enslaving the minds of those who have what I need, little guy.”

Arms, thought Gerard, suppressing a giggle.

“But-but that’s…that’s so…mean“ Frank whined, his eyes growing wide.
“Yeah.” Bob joined in, wrapping his arms around Frank’s shoulders. “Why do you have to be so mean? If you just asked nicely, people would love to help you, I’m sure.”
“Hmmm…no. I prefer evil!” The waffle iron cackled, and with a small pop, Mikey was gone.
“Mikey!!!” Gerard squealed, the first to realise where his brother had gone.
The rest soon realised too, that Barry had transformed poor Mikey into a…toaster.
“Mikey!” Frank squeaked, dropping to his knees beside the chrome appliance.
“Hey Frank.” a voice vaguely like Mikey’s -only more metallic- rang out from the toaster on the floor.
“Mwahahahaaa!!!” Barry cackled. “now that your two smartest members are gone, wachagunnado?”
“OHMYGOD!! Ray!” Frank shouted.
Gerard couldn’t help but wish he could shove a sock in Frank’s loud little mouth.
“What did you do to him?” Bob growled, edging closer.
“Ahhh….nothing…tell me, were you enjoying your nice fried meal?”
“Ohmygod!!! You made him a gas hob??”
“Hehehe…you’ll never get Mikey back.”
“Hey guys, don’t worry. Being a toaster is super cool!!!”
“No Mikey! We need you to be our bassist!” Gerard whimpered, moving to pick up his brother, the toaster.
“But you have Matt…”
“Haaaiiii guys!” Ray said happily, laying down his laptop before he came through from the living area to the kitchen.
“RAY!!! You‘re okay!!!” Everyone chorused, looking like all their chistmasses had come at once.
“Ray! We thought you had been made into a gas hob by the evil Barry!” Gerard explained when he noticed rays bafflement at the ecstatic reception.
“Uh. Ok.”
“He made Mikey into a toaster!”
“Don’t say it like its so bad!!! Seriously, put some bread in me, I wanna toast something!!!”
“Ohmygod!!! Mikey you’re a toaster!”
“Yeah. It’s pretty sweet…”
“No it is not sweet! You’re meant to hate being a toaster, it’s part my evil scheme it-it-ugh.” Barry glowered, well, as much as waffle irons can glower.
“Beats being a human, don’t know how you could ever not be happy as a, a shape-shifting waffle iron.” Mikey said in a !!! sort of voice. “You could be a superhero!” He exclaimed, visibly brightening up.
“You made better fun when you were human. Sigh.” Barry made a show of his abject disappointment before there was another pop and Mikey was standing in the middle of the room, blinking and slowly looking more and more disappointed.
“But I liked being a toaster…”
“Mwahahah-mmmmb!”
Frank had grabbed Barry and held him tight as Ray advanced on them, pulling a screwdriver out of his ‘fro as he went.
“So, how did this figure in your scheme Barry?” he smiled dangerously.
“Yeah. This is for Mr. Buggles.” Frank said, determinedly holding onto Barry as his struggles became more pronounced with each step closer Ray took.
Frank held Barry out to Ray proudly as he attacked one of the screws holding the waffle iron together for a moment before he pulled away, with a look on his face that clearly said: I wanna kill someone…
“Wrong size.” he grimaced before diving a hand back into his hair, pulling out a smaller screwdriver and trying it on one of Barry‘s screws.
“HA!” Ray shouted as the screw easily came loose and fell to the floor with a small clatter.
“Gnnugh…” The waffle iron gurgled as one of it’s hinges came loose.
“Nobody disappoints Mikey and gets away with it.” Ray grinned as he attacked another screw, catching the lump of metal that fell away. “And that ought to be the end of that.” He smiled as Frank dropped his Part of Barry and threw his arms around Ray’s neck, proclaiming him to be The Awesome and kissing at him happily.
Ray blushed and stuttered something to make Frank get off him and make Bob clean up the remains of the defeated SuperWaffleiron when he finished glaring at Ray, whilst Gerard set about comforting Mikey over his being human again (I-I know I was only a toaster for a few minutes but-but it felt so…so right. If only he could have left me that way…sigh…)

“Sooo….anyway…guess who‘s a Goddaddy???” Ray asked, obviously unable to hold it in any longer.
Which was a mistake, because Frank launched himself onto Ray with a noise that definitely approximated a ‘SQUEEEE!!!!!’ and made Ray stumble back out of the room with the force of impact.
Mikey smiled a little and let out a tiny giggle at the sounds of scuffling and ‘Frank-no!’ that filtered through, before he looked up at Gerard and smiled a little smile that definitely had that I’m so long suffering quality before he trundled out to laugh at Frank attempting to wrestle Ray into a congratulatory bear-hug!!! leaving Gerard abruptly alone again, clutching a half drunk coffee and beginning to wonder where the fuck he actually found these guys and...where that hob actually did come from.

~

Gerard walked in on Frank against the wall, pinned by Bob, hands in his hair and a leg hiked up around the drummer‘s waist. He cleared his throat after watching for a few seconds with vague disgust growing on his features.
They sprang apart in horror, Bob’s mouth working in humiliated silence while Frank was, as always, the first to speak.
“We weren’t kissing! Bob had something in his eye, he fell, I’m high, he’s drunk, we’re blind you’re asleep-hallucinating-hi.” He spewed out, wide-eyed and twitchy.
“Oh. Sooo…that’s what was happening last night too? And you were just exercising your voices?”
Gerard smirked at the nervous twitch in Bob’s eye and backed out of the room to continue his search for The Awesome (Ray Toro)…

I am having a REALLY rough day today But this post and a letetter from Chels and some text from her and Zomb really helped me today

They had calmed me down THIS made me forget...
BRAVO

Two favorite lines!

“Don’t say it like its so bad!!! Seriously, put some bread in me, I wanna toast something!!!”

and

(I-I know I was only a toaster for a few minutes but-but it felt so…so right. If only he could have left me that way…sigh…)


OMB...made my day...and part of my BIRTHDAY WEEK!!!

awww fleur...*hugs*
hope things are better soon

and yeah, i had to laugh at those lines too zomb...

*hugs fleur* aaaaand...buahaha! TOASTERRR!
Yeah, I think I'm doing fan art for this. Y/n?

XD yesyesyes!!!!
ilumime!!!!

ilytooo

Um. Wearing nothing but pants and a beard.
(Listening to Panic [!] interviews...wow, they'te talking about naked wee-wees. You know. Without using said word.)

As soon as I really figure out gimp and I stop being lazy, etc. etc. I'll have some fannyartz.