From nowhere to nowhere
Fun Ghoul / Party Poison, ongoing, long (50k+ words as of rn), Explicit.
Tags: action, origin story, transfeminine they/them Party Poison, TFK are not MCR, pre-canon, siblings Kobra and Party, Fun Ghoul POV, minor Party Poison/Jet Star, canon typical violence, plot and smut.
Frankie kept telling himself this wasn’t the worst life a person could have.
It helped if he listed things. He did that a lot, in his head, like he was tuning something. Okay: he wasn’t starving. His stomach grumbled sometimes, sure, but he always found a way to get a bowl of noodles or some other cheap shit from the stand three blocks from the station, or could heat a can in the workshop when the boss had already gone home. He had a stable job, which was way more than some of the guys he saw drifting through the outskirts, hollow-eyed and jittery, looking like they might sell a kidney for a clean glass of water. He had a roof over his head, technically.
So, you know. Not the worst.
It just also kind of sucked.
or a Fun Ghoul origin story.
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