Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! I can tell you all with love that I've written the story until chapter 9. For this chapter, it's filled with sad feelings because others keep inquiring that I'm senseless. I guess this proves that I do have a heart, right? Also, I think Awoken might be recovered soon, let's hope so!

WillowThePuppy123: Hello, silent creeper number 1. Glad you like the story, though I want to warn you for future chapters. There will be pain, hurt, angst, anything you can imagine. Enjoy and welcome to the dark side as my reviewer!

Bloodspinat: I'm flattered you noticed my pinch of Stockholm syndrome. Here you got your answer on your question how the boys will handle his death. Quite well in my opinion. I always get vivid images of your descriptions of excitement after reading a new chapter. It makes me grin like a goof. I had to smack Awoken in the head because he thought you were calling him perfection itself. Don't worry, I didn't hit him too hard. Enjoy!


On day 8 Funny Man received the picture of Danny. The picture announcing his death. Everything happened in slow motion. All sound had been drained from the room. J-Dog had tears in his eyes and dropped the phone a second time. Charlie recoiled until his back touched Da Kurlzz. He turned around and hid his face in his friend's shoulder. Da Kurlzz wore a pained grimace and wrapped his arms around Charlie. He whispered soothing words but there was no sound so no one could hear him. The curly haired member wasn't even sure if he had spoken them. His voice was raw with sorrow but he couldn't hear it. He heard nothing. He was deaf. He saw Charlie shake violently as he cried against him. He caressed random patterns on his back and held a hand in his neck.

Johnny stepped backwards until the wall hit his back and slid down to the ground, living up to his name and crying 3 tears or maybe even more. Funny Man was frozen. His brain was shut down. He observed everything, took it in but it didn't process. Danny was dead. He couldn't process the words. He thought about them, felt them but he didn't understand the meaning. To him they were meaningless. They were letters. A combination of letters without a meaning. It was nothing.

All of them were in tears except for Funny Man. J-Dog shakily sat down next to Johnny, the two of them seeking comfort in each other.

Suddenly sound returned. After minutes of silence, every single sound was like an explosion. Charlie was sobbing and sniffing in Da Kurlzz' arms. Da Kurlzz whispering sweet words into his ear. "Shh, don't cry, baby, please, I don't like to see you crying. It makes me cry too."

"It'll be fine", Johnny sniffed, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his white hoody with blood smudges. Fake blood smudges. It didn't sound convincing and he was caving in again but J-Dog didn't mind. He leaned against Johnny with his head, getting an arm around his shoulder. "Danny's dead, Johnny. How can things be fine? They'll never be fine! He's fucking dead!"

As he shouted those words, Funny Man awoke from his meaningless state. Danny's dead. He's dead. He's fucking dead! Gone! Killed! Murdered! Slaughtered! Erased from life! Funny Man sniffed and shook his head violently. "No."

J-Dog, Johnny and Da Kurlzz looked at him. Charlie even shifted his gaze to him from his hidden spot against his friend. He kept shaking his head, he didn't care about the dizziness forming in his brains. "No! No! No! Danny's not dead! He can't be!"

It started off as shouting, turning into screaming. By now he was fully shrieking and the others were holding their hands to their ears. "Funny! Dylan!" Da Kurlzz screamed above the sound. Funny Man held his head still. The tears were visible in his eyes. He blinked, sending them over the edge and down his cheeks. "He can't be dead. I love him."

J-Dog and Johnny got up from their spot against the wall. They slowly made their way to Funny Man. J-Dog stood on his left side and Johnny on his right. They both hugged him. "We're sorry, Dylan. He's dead."

Funny Man broke down. His legs gave in and he limply started falling. His two friends held him upright and placed him down on the couch. "Calm down."

No one knew who spoke the words and whoever spoke them, regretted it. Funny Man wiped his eyes. "How can I calm down?!" he angrily spat. The four of them turned their eyes towards the floor and did everything to avoid his stare. Charlie grabbed Da Kurlzz' hand and squeezed it. He earned a squeeze back and slowly relaxed. He inhaled deeply and stepped forward. "Listen, Dylan, Danny's dead. We're all hurt. Biting our noses off won't bring him back. He's dead! Accept it!"

Da Kurlzz tugged Charlie back by his hoodie. "Are you fucking insane?! What the fuck is wrong with you? The poor guy loses the one he loves and never had the chance to confess and you go tell him to man up? You're heartless!"

Charlie shrunk until he was very small and pouted, a real pout. "Sorry. It's no reason to make us feel bad about ourselves."

"He's just shocked", Da Kurlzz growled. He was furious with Charlie. It made everything very awkward for the other three. Well, two. Funny Man was too busy killing Deuce in his mind. He cleared his throat and gained their attention. "I… shouldn't have snarled at you all or try to make you deaf. I'm sorry but Danny's dead", he hid his face in his arms with knees drawn up and sobbed. Charlie felt his heart break and looked at Da Kurlzz. "I'm sorry for acting like a bonehead. Funny, we'll avenge Danny. Kurlzz…"

Da Kurlzz nodded in understanding and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. He bent in closer so only Charlie would hear. "I still love you."

Then they parted their ways. Funny Man remained sobbing on the couch with Johnny to console him. He wrapped an arm around the Mexican and tried to sooth him but it was in vain. J-Dog excused himself to the bathroom 'to take a piss' but they all knew he was going to cry. They didn't care. Da Kurlzz sat down on the opposite of the couch with Charlie in his lap. They exchanged consoling glances and comforting touches. Funny Man was jealous of their love. No one 'knew' about their relationship. They hadn't announced it but everyone saw how they were in love. Funny Man envied their relationship. Mostly because the one his heart belonged to, was dead. Dead. Strange how the word suddenly tasted sour while they're called Hollywood Undead.

"Johnny, thanks for the comfort, but I'd like to be alone and take it all in", he apologized. Johnny understood and looked at the couple opposite of them. "It's still lunch time. You guys coming?"

They nodded in unison. Charlie got up and invited J-Dog. J-Dog followed. His eyes were crimson but they didn't mind. The four of them left for McDonalds. Funny Man didn't feel like eating. He was motionless for three days. On day 11 in the evening the others were out for diner. He still didn't feel like going out to eat. All he had eaten in these 3 days, was some bread. The Mexican tiredly lay down on the couch. He closed his eyes and thought things through. Danny. Little Danny Murillo. He opened up his heart and let the emotions flow. Their feelings mingled. He could feel it. Danny had loved him in return. Why would Deuce send a picture to Funny Man if he'd been sending everything to Johnny? Because he discovered Danny's love for the Mexican. That much he knew. He felt the loving feelings in his heart but he also felt something from Danny. He didn't get how but he felt it. He felt what Danny felt. Impossible. He was dead. Dead people don't feel things. Funny Man opened his eyes. Next to him was Danny. He was on his side and looking into his crush's eyes. He smiled softly but his eyes remained sad. Thought the smile complimented his beautiful green eyes. His full, pink lips parted. "Save me, Funny Man", he whispered.

He didn't know if he heard it right. He moved his hand towards the lead singer's form. His fingers grazed his unshaved cheek. It felt pleasant. The tears leaked down Danny's face.

"I love you. I miss you", the Mexican whispered. He softly caressed Danny's cheek. The lead singer closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "Save me", he repeated in a barely audible whisper. Funny Man squinted his eyes to keep his tears inside but it was a tough task. Still he managed not to cry. He inched closer to the other. Their lips were only a hair away. He closed his eyes and felt his hot breath. Then he closed the distance but didn't feel anything. The warm lips weren't there. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. There was no one there. The warm tears spilled down his already wet cheeks and his shoulders shook violently. Though the image was gone, he still felt something inside his heart. Save me. He felt a fuzzy feeling. He felt Danny and instantly he knew: Danny wasn't dead. He was alive and awaiting his hero to come and take him away from that terrible Deuce. The Mexican grit his teeth and felt renewed confidence flowing through his veins.

Hang on, Danny, Funny Man is coming for you.


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