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Dance For Me Dead, Baby

by nerds_assemble 1 review

I just love giving the most awkward titles. Urh, yesh. So. It's been like a few weeks since an upload but it's here! I just hope peoples will read it...

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Horror,Humor - Characters: Bob Bryar,Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Published: 2012-12-28 - Updated: 2012-12-28 - 461 words

“What do you mean it’s your car?” Ryan asks, rather angrily anxious. Ray exhales.

“I mean it’s my fucking car.”


“I’m no murderer, Ryan.”


“Ryan!” Ray exclaims, worriedly.

“…I know you’re not, Ray.” Ryan replies hesitantly.


“…But you’re still a suspect.”

“In the murder of who?

“A kid from NY.”

“That says a whole fucking lot.”

“Just come down to the office, Ray.”

Ray sighs and nods into the phone, which he realizes is completely stupid because Ryan can’t actually see him.

“Fine.” He says at last and clicks the phone.


“This is your fucking fault.”

“Me?! Me?” Another swab. “I’m not the one who can see the fucking devil!

“It’s not my fault he’s picking on me!”

“And it’s not my fault he’s doing that either!”

“But it’s your fault we’re dead.

“What’d you have that was going for you, anyhow?”

“Helluva lot more than you.

“Oh, that’s nice. Thanks for that, Franklin.

“And stop eating those fucking swabs!”

“What, am I gonna die? A little too late for that, ain’t it, Iero? We’re already six feet under.”

“Oh my god.”

“No, we’re going to hell, darling.”

“I didn’t think…I mean, I thought I’d be different.”

“…You thought you’d be different, I thought I’d be talented…we were both just idiots. You especially…No one can escape death, F.”

“But that fucking devil!”

“Where the hell are we anyhow?”

They stood in blankness, but it was still a desert of the sort. Tumbleweed…annoying...looked like goddamn AZ.

“How can you be so blasé about this?!?!”

“Did I here the school bell? Is that eighth grade English or am I just lost?” He bites the swab this time. “Look, pal. I knew I was gonna die sometime.”

“Yeah, but we’re too young!”

“Did that stop Hendrix from suffocating in his own beautiful vomit?” Frank’s face makes an awfully grossed out look. “No. I don’t think so.” Gerard states as he looks around the desert land. There are a few broken down blue trailers, one offering up a sign that says Apricot Milkshakes! and a man with a bored face sits under this particular sign.

“Just…stop…let’s figure out how to get the hell outta here.”

“Fuck, man. This is the real thing. We’re actually dead. So fucking deal with it and buy me an apricot milkshake.”


Humdihum. FUNNYLAND (hopefully and if you think otherwise, well you can just beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep my non-existant beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep) HAS RETURNED.
I can't help but notice Mirazal and Ohmygee haven't been around in a on the site in general. What is up with that, guys?!
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