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Frank spent a few days in the house with his mother, she had some time off but was planning on leaving for the weekend, a long business trip but she told Frank she was going to visit the world of bad men and would have to move carefully so she wouldn't be harmed. This is what she said every day, so he wouldn't question the length of her trips.

"I hope you'll be okay, mommy," Frank said thoughtfully as he touched the soft fabric that lay across his hard mattress.

"Of course I will. I'm smart, the men won't get me," she said as she folded a few shirts and put them into her suitcase. "Now you're going to have to be good while I'm gone. Don't go out at night, no going down the mountain, making sure you don't cook anything. You can make sandwiches and that's it. If you hear people you don't leave the cabin, you stay hidden inside and if anyone knocks, you never answer the door," she said softly.

Frank nodded and smiled as he ran his fingers over his jeans. "I'll be good, mommy. I promise. I won't let the bad man get me, I'm smart too."

"Men, Frank, men," she said with a frustrated sigh. "You can't be smart if you don't talk right," she said and Frank looked down thoughtfully and softly mouthed the word 'men', submitting it to memory.

"I'll be smart, mommy," Frank said as he looked to her with a soft smile.

"I'm going to leave now, Frank. Give me a hug," his mother said with the passion of a stranger who disliked children.

He hopped down off his bed and ran over to his mother. "I love you, mommy," Frank said as he buried his face into his mother's lower bosom.

"I love you too," she muttered before she let him go before he was ready and turned to her bag. "Don't let the bad men in," she muttered as she pulled on her jacket and picked up her bag by the door. "Goodbye, Frank."

"I won't. Bye, mommy," Frank said as he waved and she closed the door. He heard her steps on the creaky porch. He listened to her steps as she slowly departed. Then he was left in the silence of the mountain and the cabin, he bit his lips softly and settled himself on his bed, swinging his legs. He quietly hummed into the silence.

"Gerard, the mall is the other way, I told you," Mikey said with an irritated sigh.

Gerard had realized Mikey wouldn't fall for the camping trip so when Mikey had asked if Gerard would take him to the mall to meet his friend, Gerard agreed. Once Mikey was in the shower, washing up before they left, he crammed the camping stuff into the trunk of his car and waited patiently. Now they were halfway up the mountain, Mikey hadn't really caught on yet, since there was a bit of a wooded area between the two towns.

"I know but this way is faster," Gerard mumbled and Mikey just sat back, looking to his phone.

He sighed and groaned. "There isn't even service out this way. How am I supposed to text my friends and let them know my dumbass brother is taking the long way," Mikey muttered and Gerard rolled his eyes, pressing his foot down even harder on the accelerator.

It was another hour before Mikey began to freak out, they were high in the mountain now and Mikey noticed when a far off view of town reached his sight, miles away. "What the fuck?!"

"We're going camping," Gerard said with a big smile, half because he was glad to spite Mikey and because he managed to pull it off without Mikey jumping from the car for the malls exit.

"You son of a fucking bitch, I hate you! You cock sucking, arrogant, fuckwa-," Gerard tuned Mikey out and only continued his way up the mountain side.

"The rain came down, down, down, down, down and swallowed up poor Piglet," Frank sang as he jumped from rock to rock, going over his normal path. He giggled as he imagined tiny Piglet on the stool, shoveling water into a pail as he was inevitably doing nothing to prevent the rise of the water.

He looked around the woods and stopped in his tracks, noises were echoing around. "Why did you do this to me!?"

"Because you're a spoiled brat and you need to know what it's like to not live on your cell phone, or your laptop, or on the television," he heard a deeper voice say. Frank was scared, shaking where he stood. He pictured scary men, looking for him, the ones his mother had told him about.

He pictured their dark faces, sharp teeth and nails, their terrible gruesome ripped flesh. He felt a little bit of urine run down his leg and quickly turned around before he ran back to the cabin his mother had told him to hide in. He slammed the door behind himself and locked in before he pushed a chair in front of it. He knew it wouldn't do much but it made him feel a little better to have something in the way. He quickly ran to his bed and crawled under it, pushing himself back against the wall. He stayed there until it the sun sank down outside and the cabin was filled with darkness, surrounded with shadows, he didn't dare leave his spot from under the bed.

Mikey sat by the fire side and groaned for the millionth time or so Gerard figured. "There are bugs! They're biting me!"

"I told you, put on bug spray," Gerard said with a bored tone as he watched the fire pop and poked at it with a stick.

"It stinks and it makes my skin sticky," Mikey whined and Gerard rolled his eyes.

"I'm heading to bed," he said quietly. "We're going hiking tomorrow, gonna walk around, you might want to get some rest yourself."

"It's like ten," Mikey said with a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't sleep this early, especially on weekends," he muttered.

"Okay, then I guess you can sit up by yourself, put the fire out when you come in," Gerard said and went into the tent. Mikey heard it zip up and figured Gerard was joking, until ten minutes went by and the only noise was the fire popping. He looked around him but out of the fires light was nothing but darkly casted shadows. He stood up quickly, pissed on the fire to put it out, and crawled into the tent. He made sure to slat around and make enough noise and movement to wake up Gerard before he got into his sleeping bag and sighed out.

"Goodnight, grumpy Mikey," Gerard said with pouted lips in a teasing tone.

"Shut up, asshole," Mikey muttered before they both went to sleep.

Description
Frank spent a few days in the house with his mother, she had some time off but was planning on leaving for the weekend, a long business trip but she told Frank she was going to visit the world of bad men and would have to move carefully so she wouldn't be harmed. This is what she said every day, so he wouldn't question the length of her trips.

"I hope you'll be okay, mommy," Frank said thoughtfully as he touched the soft fabric that lay across his hard mattress.

"Of course I will. I'm smart, the men won't get me," she said as she folded a few shirts and put them into her suitcase. "Now you're going to have to be good while I'm gone. Don't go out at night, no going down the mountain, making sure you don't cook anything. You can make sandwiches and that's it. If you hear people you don't leave the cabin, you stay hidden inside and if anyone knocks, you never answer the door," she said softly.

Frank nodded and smiled as he ran his fingers over his jeans. "I'll be good, mommy. I promise. I won't let the bad man get me, I'm smart too."

"Men, Frank, men," she said with a frustrated sigh. "You can't be smart if you don't talk right," she said and Frank looked down thoughtfully and softly mouthed the word 'men', submitting it to memory.

"I'll be smart, mommy," Frank said as he looked to her with a soft smile.

"I'm going to leave now, Frank. Give me a hug," his mother said with the passion of a stranger who disliked children.

He hopped down off his bed and ran over to his mother. "I love you, mommy," Frank said as he buried his face into his mother's lower bosom.

"I love you too," she muttered before she let him go before he was ready and turned to her bag. "Don't let the bad men in," she muttered as she pulled on her jacket and picked up her bag by the door. "Goodbye, Frank."

"I won't. Bye, mommy," Frank said as he waved and she closed the door. He heard her steps on the creaky porch. He listened to her steps as she slowly departed. Then he was left in the silence of the mountain and the cabin, he bit his lips softly and settled himself on his bed, swinging his legs. He quietly hummed into the silence.

"Gerard, the mall is the other way, I told you," Mikey said with an irritated sigh.

Gerard had realized Mikey wouldn't fall for the camping trip so when Mikey had asked if Gerard would take him to the mall to meet his friend, Gerard agreed. Once Mikey was in the shower, washing up before they left, he crammed the camping stuff into the trunk of his car and waited patiently. Now they were halfway up the mountain, Mikey hadn't really caught on yet, since there was a bit of a wooded area between the two towns.

"I know but this way is faster," Gerard mumbled and Mikey just sat back, looking to his phone.

He sighed and groaned. "There isn't even service out this way. How am I supposed to text my friends and let them know my dumbass brother is taking the long way," Mikey muttered and Gerard rolled his eyes, pressing his foot down even harder on the accelerator.

It was another hour before Mikey began to freak out, they were high in the mountain now and Mikey noticed when a far off view of town reached his sight, miles away. "What the fuck?!"

"We're going camping," Gerard said with a big smile, half because he was glad to spite Mikey and because he managed to pull it off without Mikey jumping from the car for the malls exit.

"You son of a fucking bitch, I hate you! You cock sucking, arrogant, fuckwa-," Gerard tuned Mikey out and only continued his way up the mountain side.

"The rain came down, down, down, down, down and swallowed up poor Piglet," Frank sang as he jumped from rock to rock, going over his normal path. He giggled as he imagined tiny Piglet on the stool, shoveling water into a pail as he was inevitably doing nothing to prevent the rise of the water.

He looked around the woods and stopped in his tracks, noises were echoing around. "Why did you do this to me!?"

"Because you're a spoiled brat and you need to know what it's like to not live on your cell phone, or your laptop, or on the television," he heard a deeper voice say. Frank was scared, shaking where he stood. He pictured scary men, looking for him, the ones his mother had told him about.

He pictured their dark faces, sharp teeth and nails, their terrible gruesome ripped flesh. He felt a little bit of urine run down his leg and quickly turned around before he ran back to the cabin his mother had told him to hide in. He slammed the door behind himself and locked in before he pushed a chair in front of it. He knew it wouldn't do much but it made him feel a little better to have something in the way. He quickly ran to his bed and crawled under it, pushing himself back against the wall. He stayed there until it the sun sank down outside and the cabin was filled with darkness, surrounded with shadows, he didn't dare leave his spot from under the bed.

Mikey sat by the fire side and groaned for the millionth time or so Gerard figured. "There are bugs! They're biting me!"

"I told you, put on bug spray," Gerard said with a bored tone as he watched the fire pop and poked at it with a stick.

"It stinks and it makes my skin sticky," Mikey whined and Gerard rolled his eyes.

"I'm heading to bed," he said quietly. "We're going hiking tomorrow, gonna walk around, you might want to get some rest yourself."

"It's like ten," Mikey said with a matter-of-fact tone, "I don't sleep this early, especially on weekends," he muttered.

"Okay, then I guess you can sit up by yourself, put the fire out when you come in," Gerard said and went into the tent. Mikey heard it zip up and figured Gerard was joking, until ten minutes went by and the only noise was the fire popping. He looked around him but out of the fires light was nothing but darkly casted shadows. He stood up quickly, pissed on the fire to put it out, and crawled into the tent. He made sure to slat around and make enough noise and movement to wake up Gerard before he got into his sleeping bag and sighed out.

"Goodnight, grumpy Mikey," Gerard said with pouted lips in a teasing tone.

"Shut up, asshole," Mikey muttered before they both went to sleep.