The Doll Shop [1/?]
Title: The Doll Shop [1/?]
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Beta:
ash_neenan
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to
The Doll Shop.
The Doll Shop, a store where people come to claim a friend.
A friend to love and cherish for all eternity.
Each doll is unique in his or her own way.
Their styles range from Punk/Goth to Teeny Bopper/Christian Fanatics.
Each Doll comes with an instruction manual on how to maintain and keep up their well being.
This store is for the outcasts of society, for those that feel so alone.
The Doll shop provides the means to fill the void that fills us when we’ve been cast out.
When so many people surround you, there is sometimes no one there to catch you when you fall. Except us.
This shop is for you.
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He stood at the entrance, just staring at the fluttering piece of paper that had been slipped into his locker. He had expected it to be another threat, another message telling him that he deserved to die, “fucked up faggot” that he was.
But he hadn’t expected on receiving this; instructions to The Doll shop.
The Doll shop was talked about constantly, everyone that had been a “no-body” was considered “somebody” after leaving the shop with their chosen doll.
Though Frank doubted that he would be considered “somebody”, even if he did leave with a doll.
He sighed.
Is this really what he wanted?
To be stared at, no, to be glared at (even more) because he was ‘lucky’ enough to be given a Doll?
He laughed harshly.
As if he cared!
Ever since he had started high school, people had been calling him names, starting fights, threatening him. He had lost count of the number of times he had been called into the Principles office. And it was never his fault! He never provoked them. They just came up to him, pushing their big ugly faces right up against his as if they wanted to make out with him or something and hissing the word “Faggot” in his face.
Getting a Doll wouldn’t change that. Nothing would.
“Fuck them.” He muttered.
“I’ll do what I want.”
And with that he screwed up the flyer and walked in to the store.
A tiny bell tinkled his entrance as he walked in.
The first thing he noticed as his eyes adjust to the dark was the different Dolls placed around the room. Each standing in a different pose, each dressed differently, but all with the same vacant look on their face. Frank shuddered despite himself.
It was kinda freaky.
He looked down out his scuffed Chuck Taylors, trying to ignore the silent Dolls around him.
He shifted from foot to foot.
Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.
“May I help you?”
Frank jumped slightly as a voice broke through his tangled thoughts and his eyes rose to meet those of a woman standing in front of him.
“Um, yeah, I, uh.”
He pulled out the scrunched piece of paper from inside his jacket pocket and tentatively handed it to the woman.
”I found this in my locker.”
The woman frowned down at the piece of paper before her face broke out into a smile.
“Ah yes, Frank, we’ve been waiting for you. Follow me.” With that she turned and slipped through a curtain Frank hadn’t noticed before.
Frank looked around and quickly followed the woman. He didn’t want to be left any longer with these immobile Dolls. And he really wanted to know who else had been waiting for him.
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Chapter Two.
Author:
byond_redemptn
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Frankie and Gee are their own people, i don't know them, so obviously i can't own them. This Story line is one of my own creation.
Beta:
ash_neenan
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to
The Doll Shop.
The Doll Shop, a store where people come to claim a friend.
A friend to love and cherish for all eternity.
Each doll is unique in his or her own way.
Their styles range from Punk/Goth to Teeny Bopper/Christian Fanatics.
Each Doll comes with an instruction manual on how to maintain and keep up their well being.
This store is for the outcasts of society, for those that feel so alone.
The Doll shop provides the means to fill the void that fills us when we’ve been cast out.
When so many people surround you, there is sometimes no one there to catch you when you fall. Except us.
This shop is for you.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He stood at the entrance, just staring at the fluttering piece of paper that had been slipped into his locker. He had expected it to be another threat, another message telling him that he deserved to die, “fucked up faggot” that he was.
But he hadn’t expected on receiving this; instructions to The Doll shop.
The Doll shop was talked about constantly, everyone that had been a “no-body” was considered “somebody” after leaving the shop with their chosen doll.
Though Frank doubted that he would be considered “somebody”, even if he did leave with a doll.
He sighed.
Is this really what he wanted?
To be stared at, no, to be glared at (even more) because he was ‘lucky’ enough to be given a Doll?
He laughed harshly.
As if he cared!
Ever since he had started high school, people had been calling him names, starting fights, threatening him. He had lost count of the number of times he had been called into the Principles office. And it was never his fault! He never provoked them. They just came up to him, pushing their big ugly faces right up against his as if they wanted to make out with him or something and hissing the word “Faggot” in his face.
Getting a Doll wouldn’t change that. Nothing would.
“Fuck them.” He muttered.
“I’ll do what I want.”
And with that he screwed up the flyer and walked in to the store.
A tiny bell tinkled his entrance as he walked in.
The first thing he noticed as his eyes adjust to the dark was the different Dolls placed around the room. Each standing in a different pose, each dressed differently, but all with the same vacant look on their face. Frank shuddered despite himself.
It was kinda freaky.
He looked down out his scuffed Chuck Taylors, trying to ignore the silent Dolls around him.
He shifted from foot to foot.
Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.
“May I help you?”
Frank jumped slightly as a voice broke through his tangled thoughts and his eyes rose to meet those of a woman standing in front of him.
“Um, yeah, I, uh.”
He pulled out the scrunched piece of paper from inside his jacket pocket and tentatively handed it to the woman.
”I found this in my locker.”
The woman frowned down at the piece of paper before her face broke out into a smile.
“Ah yes, Frank, we’ve been waiting for you. Follow me.” With that she turned and slipped through a curtain Frank hadn’t noticed before.
Frank looked around and quickly followed the woman. He didn’t want to be left any longer with these immobile Dolls. And he really wanted to know who else had been waiting for him.
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Chapter Two.