Author's Note (Monster): Hi guys! After this update, I have to get to writing because I have nothing else left to post on my computer (except for a Make Me Levitate chapter). I've been working really hard on Soak Me In Bleach which is a massive J-Scene angel & demon AU one-shot and I'm estimating the one-shot to be around 16k words. Right now it's at 13k words so I'm almost there but I have loaaads of editing left to do to make this into a true masterpiece. I will mostly focus on Make Me Levitate, one-shots and Golden Beast's sequel after Soak Me In Bleach is done. Enjoy!
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angel and devil on the shoulder requested by KelKel12
Johnny was sweating like crazy, rolling through the mass of people. He pressed his eyes shut to try and concentrate but everything felt woozy in his head.
Dumbass. You fucking dumbass!
He grabbed his head in both hands and pressed down on his ears so hard, he felt like he was gonna crush his skull. He felt a numbing beep ring through his ears. Here's a thought. Don't take drugs from strangers when you're drunk, you fucking dipshit.
He had to find the guys. He searched the crowd for Charlie, Danny, J-Dog, Dylan and Matt but when he blinked, all of them suddenly had their faces.
He spotted a pretty blonde with a large chest and Charlie's face and that's when he knew the drugs were kicking in. Fuck fuck fuck.
He groaned, pushing through people, hoping one of the guys would see him and come up to him to help but so far, everyone in the crowd still held their faces. He saw four J-Dogs pass him by. You beat your cocaine addiction and decide to take drugs from some dude? Idiot! Idiot! Johnny felt like vomiting, prepared to as he doubled over but it didn't come and he doubted any of the people there would've appreciated vomit on a dancefloor.
He had to get to the bathroom. He stumbled through the people, leaning heavily on them as he did. He got a lot of complaints from Danny-faced people and fake Dylans cussing at him but he was in survival mode right now. It seemed like he moved in slow-motion to the bathroom and when he finally got there after what seemed like ages, he saw a line of a hundred Charlies. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, watching the line vanish and turn into a single person, not Charlie.
He sighed relieved. The guys' faces were gone on the people and he could see the strangers again. He waited in line for the bathroom, even if waiting in line to vomit in the toilet was a dumb thing to do but his roasted brain couldn't think of that at the moment. It was finally his turn and on cue, his stomach did a barrel roll, sending him hurling into the toilet. Once it was out, the nauseating feeling slowly vanished. He felt the woozy air, still, but it felt manageable, almost pleasant.
He walked out of the bathroom, feeling like a new man. Though his stomach grumbled and he raised an eyebrow. I'm hungry?
Johnny cocked his head, looking in the direction of the bar. They had some delicious crisps there.
"Hey."
Johnny turned around but there was no one there so he turned back to the bar, hearing the same person repeat it. He knew that voice. It was Charlie's!
"Charlie?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Where?" Johnny asked, looking around frantically. He heard a sigh. "On your fucking shoulder, you dipshit!"
Johnny looked down at his left shoulder, finding a very tiny Charlie standing there, dressed in red. His eyes were red too, little split devil tail poking through his trousers and red horns peaking out of his red LA snapback. He leaned heavily on a trident. "What's up?"
"Dude, why do you look like the devil?"
Charlie chuckled. "Don't worry about that. I'm your advisor for tonight. You want some crisps? Go get some. Get a beer while you're at it. You purged all the bad stuff to make room for some more good stuff."
Johnny nodded, a look in his eyes that he found the offer very tempting. The look dropped off his face in a second. "Wait, I shouldn't listen to the devil on my shoulder, should I?"
"Dude, it's me. Charlie. Your best bro since we were, like twelve."
Johnny hummed. "That's true."
He took a step to head to the bar. "Johnny, stop."
Different voice.
That wasn't Charlie.
Johnny spun around to try and see who was there but again, no familiar face to accompany the familiar voice. "Johnny, don't listen to him."
And now he recognised the voice over the loud music in his ears. He'd recognise that voice in a crowd of a thousand people. "Danny."
"Yes, it's me."
Johnny looked down at Charlie who pointed his trident at the other shoulder. "Feathered dumbass is over there."
Feathered?
Johnny looked at his right shoulder, finding Danny in a white robe with shiny white wings and a golden halo over his head. "Hey, buddy, shouldn't you go find us? The real us? You're not doing well. You took some drugs you don't know and you used to struggle with coke… Find the guys, man."
Johnny looked down at his feet. "Maybe I should."
"Nah, don't listen to that angel, homie. You can go find the guys after a drink and something to munch on."
"That's true", Johnny wondered. Danny sighed. "Johnny, please?"
Well Johnny couldn't argue with Danny when he said please. Things had always been like that. He had a soft spot for the guy. Johnny took a step in the other direction and Charlie clicked his tongue annoyed. "Really? You're trusting him over your goddamn childhood buddy?"
"No, Charlie, it's not like that."
"Hell, it is", Charlie huffed. "Bros before hoes, dude."
Danny huffed. "Language. I'm more special to Johnny, you devil."
Johnny looked back and forth between the guys as they argued, eyes starting to hurt from looking at them from up close. He shook his head. "Guys, guys, stop!"
"You look awful in red", Danny said. Charlie rolled up his sleeves. "That's it."
He climbed Johnny to the right shoulder and jumped on top of Danny, fist fighting him as his trident remained on the left shoulder. Johnny groaned. "You guys are giving me a headache."
"Look what you're doing, Charlie!" Danny called out.
Charlie grumbled, still on top of the angel. "It's your fault too, dude!"
Johnny shook his head, trying to make the angel and devil vanish but they continued to fight. "The two of you are driving me nuts!"
"See? Your fault too", Charlie gloated.
Danny rolled them over so he was on top. "Who says he's not talking about Purgatory J-Dog?"
Johnny made a face, glancing at his left shoulder where J-Dog sat, casually chilling. "What's up?"
"Oh God", Johnny whined.
"Johnny?"
His first reflex was to look at his shoulder but the tiny versions of J-Dog, Danny and Charlie had vanished into thin air, like they had never really existed. He blinked, confused and headache rocking him at this point. "Johnny, are you okay?"
Now Johnny spun around to find Danny standing there. He touched Danny's face, just to see if it were really him. The other backed away slightly. "What are you doing, dude?"
Johnny breathed a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around Danny. "Finally, you've found me."
Danny returned the embrace. "Finally? I saw you an hour ago."
Johnny let go, looking Danny in the eye and the other immediately noticed something was off. "Oh…Oh, Johnny."
Johnny gave a shaky nod. The two of them were crowded by Charlie arriving, Funny's arm around his neck while Matt and J-Dog were arguing about something dumb. It seemed like they had all found each other and Danny had only been the first to spot Johnny.
To ask him to go home, too.
"What's up with Johnny?" Dylan asked.
Danny looked over his shoulder. "Acid trip."
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