#willfrank

will wiped his mouth, the crimson stain of his blood spreading across his hand. he coughed, laying against the wall. he held his abdomen, the pain only getting worse. and yet.. the numbing only got stronger. he was really going to die. die like this. not going out with a bang as he had hoped. oh whatever. it was the underworld.

his fate was sealed as soon as he went down that well.

his breathing slower, and his chest rising.. and falling. the pattern of it shortening.

the next few minutes of his life were reminiscent. will had remembered the conversation he had with his neighbor— not even a month back.

“ hey— frank,” the blonde spoke, turning to the undead man who sat in the barstool just two seats next to him. the man groaned, rubbing his temples as he was clearly irritated.

“ what? jesus kid, ye’asking me shit every two seconds’” his boston accent running thick. it was obvious he was a bit tipsy— the both of them hadn’t had the best days.

“ do..hm-“ will frowned, furrowing his brows as he stared down at the ground in frustration.

“ just spit it out, will.” frankie rolled his eyes, taking another long sip of his scotch. the delicate liquor flooding his throat as he swallowed slowly. frankie was the type to savor his alcohol. enjoy its richness.

“ what does it mean to be human-?” will asked.

frankie paused. he blinked and shook his head,

“ wha- the fuck kinda question is that??” he spat, snapping his fingers to signal the bartender. the worker nodded, knowing what he wanted.

“ nevermind- sorry.” will sighed, taking a small sip of his vodka.

“ i just..,” he paused. “ do you really think being human down here is being weak? i mean— “

“ im gonna stop ya there, kid.” frank held up his hand, practically chugging the new glass of scotch he had just received.

“ being human don’t mean nuthin. not like i would know anyways. i don’t know why yer askin me this shit anyways— not like i would know.” he snarled in irritation.

will immediately tensed up. now he remembered why he didn’t like to hang out with frank… but before he could even open his mouth— he was interrupted.

“ but.. if ya want an answer this is what i got,” frank started, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.

“ being human doesnt mean being a burden— weak,”

will blinked.

“ ya see kid, the reason why humans are so special down here is because they ain’t got no limit. atleast not a physical one. sure i mean they can feel.. touch and see. senses are different for folk like me, yknow?” frankie shrugged.

“ wait— what do you mean by ‘no limit’ ?? .. we can die down here you know..?” the young blonde furrowed his brows. frankie immediately replied with aggression,

“jesus let me fuckin’ finish. god i forget how annoying you can be-“

will shut his mouth. he then nodded, signaling frankie that he was done.

“ i don’t mean ya got no limit when it comes ta’living. i mean the human spirit is so unbreakable. your limit is your soul. and most of the freaks down here aren’t anything more than an empty soul. no love, feelin.’ “ his voiced softened,

“ humans are different. unpredictable. scary— wonderful.” he muttered his words, shaking his head. he then went silent. waiting a few moments before speaking again,

“ that’s why he’s so afraid ta’ lose ya. he’s scared of what you can do.”

“who?”

“ who d’ya think?” the undead man cocked a brow, before the clown finally emerged from the bathroom and sat in the stool that stood in between the two.

wanna explore the idea of frank absolutely loathing hut loving humans because he misses the feeling of being alive so badly. also i just love writing for the guy.

couldddd this be considered willfrank??? let’s just say yes, for one of ur sakes ;3 (yk who u are)