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My Chemical Romance - Monsterz R Real - Needz

An AU inspired by Bexless' Unholyverse and Fall Out Boy's A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Touch Me lore, but tweaked to my liking.

Summary: It began with the origins. And The Human's introduction into the insanity and its secrets. My Chemical Romance is a band of monsters and no one knows about it. Warped Tour is coming up soon and their human struggles to keep them all under control. Something is wrong with their behavior, drum practice is a pain, the tour is very soon, it's all spiraling slowly. The boys are getting a little too used to human affection, it turned them strange. Too comfortable...

Warnings: Quick, almost subtle mentions of p3dos, murd3rers, rapi$ts, etc. Very detailed violence. Descriptions of wounds, blood, rotting corpses, very detailed gore, (NOT in a fetish way, I'm not like THOSE people) and death. Oh, and a shitload of swearing.

A/N: My IRL life went to absolute shit, I’m so scared. So yep, RPF and fandoms once again, are my purest, raw form of escapism. Like drugs.

P.S. Alot of the lore and fantasy shit is inspired by movies/shows like Warm Bodies, Twilight, Teen Wolf, etc.

”What the fuck has my life become… like actually...?”

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“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” A tall, fat, balding man yelled in a voice that sounded as if he needed to swallow his spit more often. He was running away from something or someone that seemed to lurk in the shadows. Entities that lurked in them. Or perhaps, the entities were the shadows. The wind blew harshly this night, blocking out any sounds of movement emitting from the darkness. His teeth clattered on their own. One of the “shadows” landed right in front of him, two glowing red lights were shining in place of where normal eyes should’ve been. It looked like a perversion. Like a crime against nature. Like bloody, red rubies.

“Is that what she shouted at you when you touched her!?” The shadow said with a grim voice as he stood up slowly, menacingly. In a literal flash, the shadowy figure bolted towards the man, gripping him harshly by the hair, twisting his head up the wrong way, mouth connecting to he man’s neck in a split second, drawing blood violently, piercing his flesh. It looked like a leech; shadows of darkness submerging deep into human flesh, slipping in and causing inevitable death. Fresh blood spilled out and on the cold, concrete floor, leaving a little noise unheard for anyone but the man as he watched his pathetic life flash before his eyes.

The man tried to fight back and push the shadow away, but again, like a leech it stuck. He tried to at least back away but behind him he felt the inhumanly cold body of another entity as someone else dashed towards him and stood there. The second shadow grabbed and held the man's hands roughly behind his back in an inhumanly strong, nearly unbreakable hold, sinking into his neck as well and leaving agonizingly large bites on the other side of it as this shadow, too, acted with murderous intent.

The fat man attempted to scream but then a shorter man with a distorted right side of his face that looked strangely rotten in the dark, paired with an attention-catching grey eye briskly walked in front of him, covering his mouth aggressively so he’d stop screaming while staring eerily into his eyes, grey eye shining in the moonlight, holding his jaw tight: something audibly cracked.

"Did you give her mercy when she screamed? Begged you for mercy?" Another man, the largest, physically, growled in a low voice. It almost sounded like a human's anger mixed with a dog's violent growling. He stood right behind the fat man. His presence felt powerful. The other three men suddenly let go of the fat man to create an illusion of false hope and faux escapism as he tried to pathetically sprint away, his breathing loud, greasy, and utterly disgusting.

He only got about ten feet away before the tallest one caught up, grabbed him by the shirt, and shoved him aggressively to the ground with a simple push, but it held an inhuman strength to it. The man's skull made an audible cracking sound with the strong collision. Blood from his nose and ears trickled out of him and onto the icy cold concrete, staining it a shiny maroon, reflecting the bright, strong moonlight. The tallest man stepped on his head and bent his body down to his ear so he could hear the consequences of his actions. "People like you don't deserve to live. You don't get a second chance. And I'm not sorry." He said bitterly and before the man could even begin muttering the generic quotes, "I'm sorry-" "Wait!" "I can pay you-" The tallest, curly-haired man with the glowing yellow eyes stomped on his head, cracking his neck. He stopped talking. Stopped breathing. Stopped existing. Just like that. Just another nonexistent, insignificant speck of dust no one will ever remember now or in the future...

The blood-hungry shadows began draining the body of all its blood, looming over it like... well, like monsters... because that's what they were. Inhuman, terrifying, and secretive whilst simultaneously being some of the most well-known people on the planet right now, high in their prime like addicts. Yes, these strange creatures (two vampires, a werewolf, and a zombie) were indeed... My Chemical Romance. They were monsters... they...

"HEY! BE CAREFUL! Don't pop the brain, I need that!" Frank yelled at Ray with a little rasp and a small pout, drool aggressively dripping from his mouth, threatening to spill onto the ground. Ray had almost stepped on the brain when he had cracked the man's neck.

"Wipe that, Frankie, they'll take your DNA." Mikey quickly pointed at Frank, who wiped his mouth before his uncontrollable, zombie-induced drool spilled on the concrete. Frank then spontaneously ran over to the the front of the body where the head was and he ripped it right off, instantly and impatiently consuming all the "yummy" stuff, as he called it. It usually consisted mainly of brains, eyes, and tongue. Mikey mentally noted that he looked as if he was just casually chewing on a bag of chips.

"Not yet, dumbass!" Gerard said, halting briefly from draining the body's blood, lips shining and dripping dark red in the darkness, his brow was furrowed a bit. The concrete was getting horribly stained from what Frank had done. It usually never looked this bad. "Now we have to clean all that shit you spilled on the wall and floor..." Mikey frowned, also halting briefly before diving right back in with his brother, draining that body dry of any and all blood. Frank glanced back at the wall. When he'd pulled the head out, it splattered on the wall. "Oops." Frank said. In fact, the head was still dripping blood everywhere.

"GUYS! Just- HURRY THE FUCK UP and drain the body! I'm starving." Ray twitched violently, whisper-yelling as his eyes glowed an aggressive golden and his claws were retracting in and out on their own. He couldn't take the little quips and arguments, not now.

"Now, I have to clean that. Thanks, Frank." The Human walked up angrily with tired eyes while rubbing the top of Ray's head, calming him down almost instantly.

The Human was holding a spray bottle of a strange substance that smelled a lot like bleach, quickly spraying the wall and scrubbing it lazily and quickly with a towel. It was a simple rule: don’t leave enough blood behind to the point that people could get suspicious and involved, just enough that it could seem like your typical fist fight nosebleed or violent robbery, not a murder.

"Ray's the one that bashed his fuckin' head open on the ground! Look at all of THAT blood!" Frank tried to blame Ray, hands waving around maniacally as a pathetic attempt to prove a point. Ray only growled low and rough. It sounded nearly identical to a wolf. He was too hungry for dealing with this right now.

"Alright, we're done here, Sugar." Gerard told The Human, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he was stained in red, contrasting with his pale flesh but he looked more alive after feeding. So did Mikey, who was cleaning his glasses in the background with a silly little tissue. The dead man looked yellow, pale, and… well, bloodless. "Why am I a vampire but still need glasses? It's fucking stupid. Seems unfair. M'gonna get Lasik one day..." Mikey muttered aggressively to himself in the background; blood of the corpse was staining the bottom half of his square glasses. He cleaned them but they were still smudged.

"Go keep lookout then, I'm fuckin' scared." The Human said with a very valid fear of getting caught committing a literal murder.

"M’kay. C'mon, Mikey." Gerard said with a little shrug, gesturing for Mikey to follow. They levitated smoothly to the top of two small buildings, keeping a 360 degree aerial view of everything around them in a two mile radius. They were currently in the outskirts of a city, near the woods. A big festival was going on somewhere not too far, leaving this place somewhat deserted but never empty. They were performing in this city, which was a perfect opportunity to find some food, but if they took any more than ten minutes, they could risk getting caught.

The Human had become their new assistant and friend, a fantastic helper in My Chemical Romance's feeding sessions. The Human helped find out if anyone was nearby during sessions, helped clean and cover it all up, and helped make sure the boys were all in check mentally and physically and well-fed.

The Human quickly wiped away as much of the evidence as possible, using small towels to absorb the puddle of blood Ray had left behind and quickly wiping at the wall Frank had ruined, sloppily putting it all away in a black backpack after it looked like something that wouldn’t arouse suspicion. Ray transformed into his Lycanthrope form, picking up the body with his sharp canines and getting ready to run away with it, he just needed a signal.

In that moment, Gerard whistled sharply three times, an indication that they needed to leave because someone was coming... now. Gerard and Mikey jumped back down from the buildings and levitated one inch above the ground. "Hey! WE GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Gerard stated in a loud whisper with a concerned tone, Mikey next to him looked slightly phased. “Now.” Mikey added.

"I'M DONE CLEANING, LET'S GO, c’mon, c’mon, C’MON!" The Human said in a rushed, nervous tone, hopping on werewolf Ray's back next to Frank, who was still munching on the head.

And they were off in a disturbingly quick blur. Gerard and Mikey dashed somewhere far, Gerard leading the way as usual, werewolf-form Ray ran right beside them, legs thumping quickly with a softness to it, carrying a bloodless, embalmed, forgotten shell of a memory of a person in his sharp canines, like a wolf holds its prey, off into the cold yet comforting night, never to be seen alive again. Ray carried The Human and Frank on his back since they couldn't dash in the same way at the same inhuman speeds. As Frank munched on the head, their speed reminded Frank of The Flash. He giggled to himself. Blurry in the night, they were faster than a car, and twice as silent as one.

They dashed off for what felt like minutes but took them miles away, to a deserted area of the city where abandoned buildings lay wrecked, and unbuilt ones lay empty with foundations like skeletons propped up in the dead of night. The kind of place you know would be empty every single night.

Gerard, Frank, and Mikey walked off a few feet not too far, listening around, wandering, using their highly tuned senses like their incredible hearing to scout the entire area around them as Ray disposed of the flesh. Ray plopped the body down on a small dirt hill that was likely created by the machinery at some point in time. He began diving into the body aggressively, tearing the flesh up into large pieces and swallowing them nearly whole, tilting his wolf head in different directions to get the best feeding angles. The Human stayed near to watch, in awe as the flesh ripped into pieces and he swallowed it all up. It was a terrible yet intriguing sight that made The Human look away a couple of times with a wince. Ray kept at this for a few minutes until there was practically nothing left... but he didn't turn into a human again? He simply growled at The Human. The Human's brows furrowed.

"Ray? Snap out of it, dude." The Human whispered with a confused expression. The Human snapped twice to try and shake him out of it. Ray remained in growling wolf form, slowly walking up to The Human. "Not funny, Ray, cut this the fuck out." The Human said, voice slightly shaky. The breeze suddenly felt too cool, like an attack on exposed flesh. "Gerard- get back here right no- oomph-!" The Human hissed, head hitting the ground harshly as Ray in werewolf form pounced on The Human, twitching aggressively as if attempting to contain something vile and violent. "Ray, fucking remember who you are- RAY!?? RAY FUCKING TORO?! From My Chemical Romance?!" The Human pleaded with a desperation and an almost angry tone. The wolf twitched again, jaw open, ready to strike. His canines were razor sharp. What if I die? Can I die? Right now? Just like that? The Human thought, eyes shutting automatically in fear.

"RAY! The fuck are you doing?!" Gerard said, pulling the wolf off of The Human, Mikey next to him, silently assisting as usual. They were struggling and Ray was violently shaking them around like crazy. "FRANK DO SOMETHING!" Mikey yelled, voice raspy, glasses askew. Frank frantically began taking something out of the bag the group always brought with them. He had a forlorn expression written all over his face. He eventually took what seemed like a perfume out of his bag and quickly sprayed it on Ray's face. "Fuck- I'm so fucking sorry." Frank said sadly before Ray winced like he'd just been shot, ears going down as he ran away from them and curled up into a ball underneath a tree as he turned back into his human form, shirtless and sweaty. He was crying where he was huddled. Gerard and Mikey exchanged pain expressions.

"What the fuck was that? What just happened?! What did you do to him? What happened to him in the first place?! TELL ME!" The Human asked in a frantic, loud voice, running up to Ray and touching his bare arm in a calming manner. He was shaking and sobbing silently. "This didn't... happen in a really long time- It might be a side effect of having a human around for too long but..." Gerard began and The Human stared in a way that screamed 'well, keep going!' "A long time ago, around when we first started the band, Ray would lose control sometimes, mostly around humans. We couldn't do anything about it except restrain him before he accidentally killed someone in this feral state." Gerard began, turning and speaking to Mikey with his eyes. Sometimes his brother could explain calmer and more clearly than he could. "So I researched about it. Wolf stuff, fantasy stuff. I made my own notes. The notes suck. But all I know is that it's almost like Ray's hunger can sometimes override his fear. His fear of hurting people, his fear of humans seeing him, his fear of the consequences. He becomes aggressive. The wolf takes over and he needs to kill fresh meat." Mikey stated the dark revelation. It seemed there were layers and layers to this puzzle. The puzzles that unlocked even more intricacies of the way these creatures worked. It was stressful... The Human petted Ray's head as his crying calmed down. He looked weak.

"When this happened to him before, we either held him down until he calmed down or led him to an animal he could hunt, keeping a close eye so he didn't kill any humans." Mikey said, quickly pushing his glasses up his nose. "Then I found out about silver amongst other things. Crushed'em up and put'em all in that perfume bottle." He pointed at Frank, who was still holding it. Gerard sniffed awkwardly in the background. "The smell's nostalgic, helps remind Ray who he is, and the perfume- I put stuff in it- it has a concoction of things that can... well, hurt Ray... but turn him back into OUR Ray and it like brings him back into human form..." He finished speaking, scratching the back of his neck. A beat.

The entire city felt awkward. Gerard sniffed awkwardly again. Mikey stood in an awkward stance, knees folded strangely. Frank poked his eyeball back in its socket, looking off into the distance. The Human wasn't aware of any of this. It felt too stressful. All of it. How did they ever get it done? How did they hide it so damn well? The Human felt guilty now, too.

"Hurry- Frank, finish the rest..." Ray said, voice raspy, coughing as he sat back up, leaning on the tree, pointing at the corpse, which only had bits and pieces of flesh stuck on the bones that werewolf-form Ray wasn't able to reach with his large snout. Frank ate as quickly as he could off the corpse until there were was only bones with very little flesh still on them; the person that existed only hours ago was now quite literally just a skeleton.

"Ray, are you okay? I'm so fucking sorry- I never should've followed you guys- I never should've put my fucking nose in your business, I'm- I'm making your life harder-" The Human began a guilty ramble that was cut off by a heavy, tight hug from the sweaty, shirtless Ray Toro. The Human felt awkward, face growing hot. "S'not your fault... I'm sorry I almost hurt you. I could've killed you and I couldn't stop myself." Ray said in the crook of The Human's neck in a weak voice. "It's fine- can't- breathe-" The Human strained, Ray was really strong. Mikey softly took his hoodie off, gently wrapping the weakened, bare Ray in it.

Gerard was watching over Frank as he finished the "meal" in the background, making sure he did it right. Ray got up soon enough, sighing as his pain lessened.

"So fuckin' sorry man, we'll make it up to ya for that pain you went through. But for now, we need ya to dig, Ray." Gerard said, having a bad feeling himself of getting caught this time. They'd stayed out too long without disposing of the remains. Ray nodded and turned back into a werewolf as he feverishly ran off with the bones in his mouth. And he bolted like a wolf, far far away until he found fields, empty in the dead of night, like a horror movie setting. The fields were a few feet away from long highway roads. It only took him about five minutes to get here with his speed. He thought about how he was near the same kind of fields that would show up next to a child's car's window whenever their parents went on road trips, gazing outside with daydreams and imagination in mind, now being used for a much darker purpose...

Ray dug, and he dug, and he dug, deeper than any dog or wolf possibly could, then he finally buried the bones and dug it all back in, smoothing it out and making it seem like nothing ever happened. It was nearly impossible to predict or find out that a rapist no one cared about was murdered miles from here, then his flesh was consumed in a manner of ten minutes, then his bones were buried about ten feet beneath the earth in a random cornfield not too far from a big city. And if someone had somehow found that out, the chances of them ever figuring out that it was My Chemical Romance who'd done this were… well, zero.

Ray dashed back to the group and picked up Frank along with The Human, and they all dashed away back to their hotel where they were staying for a while for the concerts they were playing nearby.

Lately, life has been stressful. They covered and blanketed it all up in jokes and games but the boys were struggling. They were acting strangely due to what they were. Frank had been looking deader and disconnected by the day, Ray was getting impulses and dark thoughts, and Gerard and Mikey were experiencing strange days where they’d convulse on the ground in searing pain due to unexplained reasons. They felt hungry, but blood didn’t resolve it somehow. It was all piling on top of them at the same time...

“Frank, why do you keep making a fuckin' mess when you eat?!” Gerard asked, drying his hair with a towel, remembering the bloody head incident. He’d been the last one to shower in the hotel, he was just coming out in fresh clothes.

“I don’t make a mess, Gee!” Frank said, slightly protective, pouting as his lip dripped drool.

“Uh, yeah… you do, dude.” Mikey said, siding with his brother, briefly looking back from the couch where he was sitting next to Ray, playing video games. His glasses looked like shiny squares in the dim light. It reminded The Human of cartoon characters.

“Whatever-“ Frank said with a strange noise between a scoff and a grunt, plopping down on the couch next to Ray, putting him in the middle. “Put on a movie.” Frank said to Mikey. “Shh.” Mikey said quickly, trying to beat Ray in Mario Kart Double Dash. It was very close. Frank shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Oh come on, it’s not that big of a dea-“ “Shh.” Ray interrupted him. Frank blinked… flabbergasted... bored... waiting…

“HAH! In your FACE, motherfucker!” Mikey said, finally winning. Ray groaned. “Aw, c'mon, you fucked me up! You're distracting.” Ray told Frank with a semi-playful frown. “No, you just fuckin' suck!” Mikey smirked.

What a weird fucking life… The Human thought. I love it. Who would trade it for anything else, really?

In this specific hotel room, they only had two queen size beds they had to share. It was an adorable sight, a hill of inhuman losers cuddling and snoring. Gerard was sleeping next to his brother on one bed, both like bodies in a coffin stiff and unmoving, in the other, Ray was nuzzling into The Human’s stomach, and Frank was half hugging The Human. The Human was being used as a live plushie. It was a strangely adorable sight to see as they drifted all off to sleep into the night…

-

“You’re too slow, keep up to the beat!” Ray told The Human, positioning The Human’s body the right way… again, snapping The Human out of thoughts of tasks that needed to be done.

The Human sighed, attempting yet again to play the drums to Helena. But it simply wasn’t happening. A bunch of random books and videos lay around the room, the most eye-catching one being titled, Your First Drum Lesson.

It was concert night in a few days but they were trying to squeeze in some drumming practice time for The Human to be prepared soon. (They’d even bought a small drum kit just for this reason…)

“Ray, I can’t do this…! I suck!" The Human groaned. "...And you’re not really explaining it well, to be honest…” The Human mumbled shyly, trailing off awkwardly in the end. Ray raised his hands to the sky.

“I know, I know…! Guitar is more my forte… I get it. And I’m rusty on drums, I admit that...” Ray muttered awkwardly, mostly to himself. The Human felt a pang of guilt since his wolf ears visibly drooped despite him trying to appear unaffected otherwise.

The Human looked at the tiny drums and played a small part of the main drum beat to You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison smoothly.

“Hey, you’re not that bad of a teacher- I couldn’t do that a week ago!” The Human said, making Ray giggle. The Human giggled too, for no particular reason. Then, Ray started laughing. The Human started laughing too.

“You fucking suck!” Ray joked, ears perked up and tail wagging aggressively while pointing at The Human.

“I got it from you!” The Human said, dropping the drumsticks while laughing.

Eventually the others came back to the hotel and the five decided to take a little break before concert day, go out, have fun, but keep it lowkey. When 12 AM hit, they went out and walked around a shitty area of town. A quiet place, the crickets were loud and the wind was somehow strong yet warm at the same time, but not unpleasant. The only sounds were that of the crickets and footsteps crackling on the concrete.

“You gonna wear that cute bat belt, Gee?” The Human asked about the Warped Tour outfits, walking in an intentional silly motion. “Yeah, probably. Yer gonna watch, right?” Gerard asked The Human, who nodded eagerly. "Fuck yeah?!" The Human said in a tone that yelled "OBVIOUSLY?! DUH!!" The Human took a second before speaking again. "But in the Warped Tour, do any of you know how I could meet Fall Out Boy? I'm actually a huge fan of those guys. Wanna meet'em, heard they're coming..." The Human added the question awkwardly. Frank pushed his eyeball back on right before it fell. "Oh yeahhh! They're going again this year, right Gee?" Frank asked Gerard, who nodded.

"Oh, it's easy. We met'em briefly last year, real solid dudes. Bass guy was pretty badass." Mikey responded to The Human, pushing his glasses up his nose. The Human nodded. Fall Out Boy were indeed, amazing guys. "So who do I have to follow to find'em when we're there?" The Human said, being aware that it was probably very easy to get lost in the Warped Tour amongst the sweaty, music-hungry crowds of emos and alts everywhere. "Just follow me when we're there, I can introduce ya to'em." Mikey finished, flashing The Human a small smile.

They maniacally ran into a horrible-looking gas station, where they very legally bought four energy drinks and shitty chip bags but now somehow had snuck an extra drink and chips out for The Human, running out not subtly at all.

"Bro, you gotta STOP doing that, you're gonna get arrested one day! You know damn well you can afford these anyway?!" The Human said, knowing damn well it was Frank's idea, but taking the snacks regardless.

"Fuck you pointing at ME for?!" Frank said, arms up defensively, drinking his stupid drink as if he were the most innocent soul on the planet. Gerard munched while listening expressively, Mikey as usual, in silence.

"Yeah, guys maybe we should stop- remember the Wal-Mart incident?" Ray said, face slightly worried as he cracked open his energy drink.

"You just suck, Ray! Couldn't even steal one stupid battery? It's YOUR cursed luck that got you arrested for it! I stole a fuckin' sign and everything!" Frank said, instantly laughing and pointing at Ray, who smacked his stupid hand away. "Shut the fuck up." Ray joked with a genuine chuckle.

The Human suddenly groaned, remembering something. "UGHHH, what the fuck am I gonna do about the drums guys, I fucking suck! I'm not getting better!" The Human said, face hot and annoyed. "Hey, hey, HEY! Don't fuckin' WORRY about it! Warped Tour is on the horizon! You're gonna learn something from there whether you like it or not!" Gerard said, swallowing a bite of his chips. The Human went from faux sadness to normal again and nodded. It was true. It was hard to not pick anything at all up when seeing the Warped Tour. Inspiration would strike like lightning.

-

A week passed, it was after the shows, after the parties and the afterparties, after the fun, and they finally went home. The shows had been amazing. It was one thing watching them on TV, yearning to be there, or watching recordings but actually being there?! In the front?! The Human felt eternally lucky. It was so fresh feeling, lively, youthful, freeing. Everyone had sang along and everyone had a great time. One that would remain in their minds and memories forever, even after life inevitably moves on and they go off to do other things in the far off future, working perhaps, moving on from their "emo" phase perhaps, growing a family perhaps... it will always remain like phantoms forever.

One night after a tiring day of nonstop work and hassle, in the middle of the night, The Human woke up suddenly. It was about 1:44 AM. The Human gasped to the sight of Gerard, standing next to the bed of The Human's room, hair dripping sweat and body trembling as if holding something back, staring right at The Human’s neck in the pitch black darkness, eyes glowing bright red. The Human jumped, sitting up on the bed.

“Gerard…? You okay?” The Human asked with a slow voice and raised hands, backing up into the headboard. This was very reminiscent of the Ray incident not long ago. Gerard whined in a very low voice, slowly walking up to The Human (the sight looked horrifying in the dead of night) while the others snored peacefully in their rooms. The Human had no idea what was going on.

“I’m sorry... I didn't mean to scare ya. Sometimes-… I didn’t tell you that sometimes… me and Mikey- something- something goes wrong? K-Kinda like Ray? I don't know what it is- but when it happens... I feel like I’m fuckin’ dyin’ and I just, I just get so hungry and act… weird…?” Gerard whispered, looking as if he had something to say but couldn’t bring himself to say it. He looked terribly ashamed of himself, embarrassed about being in this room he shouldn't be in. The Human could never know that Gerard had just successfully managed to stop himself from killing The Human.

“But you just ate? Like a few hours ago?” The Human stated a fact in a confused tone.

“I know that.” Gerard said, again, looking like he didn’t know what to say. “I’d never hurt you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Gerard said grimly in a monotone, deep voice. His tone subtly revealed that this strange behavior was dangerous, since he himself had no idea what it was…

Gerard had excused himself that night extremely quickly and leaped out of the bedroom window, blurring into the sky as he flew off. He became a black blur zooming through the skies… He let the cold wind blow on his face, mess up his hair, so confused as to what he and his brother, and his friends in fact, were experiencing, and how could the dangers be avoided? How far could they take them? Would this happen on stage? Would they be able to hide what they are forever?

The Human sat awkwardly there for a few seconds, in complete stunned silence. A strange event. A ripple in the peace. This felt reminiscent of when thunder and lightning can be seen and heard from afar, and you know something is coming.

Add something else to my list. Like Ray was tweaking the other night, tonight, Gerard was hungrily watching me sleep. Watching me SLEEP! I could feel the piercing gaze on my neck, on my pulse point. There is a vampiric, feral, somewhat controllable wild behavior allegedly only shown in Mikey and Gerard. And a feral, wolf wildness in Ray. It’s painful and resembles starvation. The Human wrote in the middle of the night, strings and strings of words on the shitty notebook that The Human had decided a few months ago would be used for cataloging the boys’ quirks, risks, and behaviors…

-

Gerard, Mikey, Frank, and Ray had all come to the conclusion that The Human was a trusted partner and friend a while ago. There was no malicious intent. Only caring. And what does one do when they are comfortable with company? They share secrets, they ask favors, they rely on the ones they care about and The Human was the vessel for such behavior. To put it simply, the boys got way too comfortable with asking for various things from The Human. Things they couldn’t really get anywhere else.

Mikey and Gerard were the first examples of this. First, they told The Human an interesting fact and a curious story: they were capable of feeding off of people without killing or turning them. They had told The Human that they’d tested this theory out on their third victim ever, or “meal,” as they usually called them.

According to Mikey, she was a teacher that had been doing terrible things with her ten year old male students. He’d confirmed this himself with his own eyes. Gerard got really pissed off at that one, specifically because of just how evil one person can be, and to make it worse, everyone around her seemingly didn’t care simply because it was a conventionally attractive blonde woman doing it.

So they had waited for her, grabbed her one night when she was in the parking lot, she’d been heading for her car, instead, she was told to shut up, taken, and used her as a vampire's test monkey and as they bit her, they found out that they can control the poison from coming out of their fangs from turning them, draining them only of their blood, almost like their Sanguisuga (Vampire) body came equipped with “feed from them/kill them if you wish,” or “turn them into one of you,” options built in. They’d killed her mid-transformation because no one would want a pedophile to live forever, would they?

However, ever since The Human became a part of the band, they realized a human companion could actually make for a great snack, not that they’d actually ask for that…

Anyway, Gerard had asked first, one random day when everyone else was out. He looked almost embarrassed about it, one taste wouldn’t kill anyone! “You want to what?” The Human had asked, thinking, well this is it, it was fun while it lasted! Expecting death.

“I know what it sounds like- but I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise, I'm just- I- we- er-“ Gerard muttered and The Human began giggling, making him stop his stuttering. Gerard’s red face turned even redder as he grew more embarrassed. “What?!” He asked in a high voice, suddenly regretting even considering anything like this but he hadn't ate well in days and he just wanted to try it. “Vampires will never hurt you.” The Human giggled maniacally at Gerard’s words as if it were the funniest thing, then proceeded to pull Gerard close by the wrist. “Go ahead.” The Human said, preparing for feeding, and Gerard raised a brow.

“Are you fucking for real?” Gerard furrowed his brow, looking flabbergasted.

“Yeah! How many people can say that they’ve intentionally let a vampire feed on them? I wanna be one of’em!!!” The Human smiled with great ambition. “Are you sure you’re even a normal human?” Gerard joked at The Human’s strange nonchalance and acceptance of pretty much everything that happened since that night at the forest.

Regardless, Gerard sunk right into The Human’s neck, gently, carefully. Softly… It didn’t hurt as much as The Human thought it would. He gently pushed The Human around and pressed The Human to a wall for easier access then after a few seconds of feeding, he forced himself away, wiping his lower lip. His face was red. The Human wondered if this meant something more intimate to their kind? “That’s even better than the other ones- Ya don’t think- I could- we- maybe- this could be… like a thing we do... every now and then?” Gerard had finally worked up the courage to ask eagerly while seemingly being extremely embarrassed about it. “Sure, why not?” The Human said with a shrug, again, nonchalantly, slightly awkward about it too but not even close as Gerard. The Human’s nonchalance spooked Gerard out more than his own vampire self-control.

When Mikey got home, he realized that Gerard looked more “alive” than him, well-fed that is. Being observant as always, he knew something was up so he asked questions. Gerard briefly explained and Mikey, being as silent and strange as ever, simply walked over and stood in front of The Human until The Human pieced it together.

"Why didn’t you just say something?” The Human asked in a confused tone, Mikey just shrugged, face turning red. He also got his turn, viciously lapping at the blood while his eyes glowed red and after he was done, he heavily agreed with Gerard: this needed to become a habit every now and then.

So, whenever they could, Gerard and Mikey, the greedy blood-thirsty bastards, would ask The Human if they could take some blood as a snack, and The Human would sometimes say yes. Sometimes. Wouldn’t wanna die from blood loss.

Ray was a different story when it came to strange needs. He required some sort of physical affection to remain healthy mentally. He first realized this after he had then turned into a werewolf; before he had joined My Chemical Romance, he was terribly alone, scared, and horribly depressed. It was a sad, pathetic, and utterly depressing sight, seeing him try to figure his new body and eating habits in fear whilst lacking love, at least according to him. He inhibited dog-like behavior permanently and required affection to stay sane. He usually got it by staying close to the boys, maybe leaning on them while watching a movie together, being praised and complimented for playing guitar or for all the work he did for the band amongst other things; subtle, not enough to make it awkward, but enough to stay sane.

But now that they had their new human companion, Ray dared, just enough to stay close to The Human most of the time. Too close apparently, because The Human got as curious as ever, and while they were on the couch watching TV, decided to scratch his head one day, just right where the wolf ears rested amongst the fields of curls. Ray had lost it. His eyes had fluttered shut and he found himself leaning into the touch feverishly, wildly, borderline groaning at the sensation. A reflex he couldn't control made him pretty much shake in pleasure. He had pulled himself away, face red as he looked away from The Human, who was smirking wide.

"I'm so fucking sorry about that-" He began rambling. The Human laughed.

"You're such a fuckin' dog!" The Human had said while laughing, making Ray turn redder.

"Please stop laughing, you know I can't control it!" Ray whined pathetically and Frank popped in from the side, flip phone in hand doing God knows what. "Control what?" Frank had asked, leaning on the back of the couch, mischief in mind. The Human wasn't about to torture Ray like this, since he was practically begging with his golden eyes for mercy, The Human decided to embarrass him.

"None of your business, Iero." The Human laughed in pure playfulness, to which Frank then proceeded to flip The Human off and jokingly stomp away with his stupid little flip phone.

But after that night, Ray slowly found himself craving that touch, so he slowly eased into it and began awkwardly asking The Human for more scratches and pets, to which The Human gladly obliged, scratching his ears, the bottom of his chin, awkwardly snuggling with him on the couch, etc. Ray was super embarrassed at first, face all red and ears all droopy at such a humiliating question and concept but he simply couldn't resist his new biology. To find out how all of this worked, from the required affection to the right petting areas and stuff, The Human literally had to Google dog behavior and how to show affection to them. It was strangely hilarious. Anyone that worked for internet and ever saw the searches could never, ever suspect that the searches were for a literal werewolf. No one in the world. There was a strange beauty in that fact. And it was sweet, too. Holding Ray close, petting him until he acted up like a dog. It really was a strangely sweet thing.

Frank's little discovery of silly necessities had been a very strange one. One particular night alone after a lot of drinks and staying out suspiciously too long, the usually goofy zombie wobbled back home and dropped on the couch, sitting in a pathetic half-laying form that made his neck disappear as his head limply rested on his collarbone, eyeball rolling onto the ground pathetically, looking back up at him. Drool dripped down his shirt. He had simply sighed and ignored it, his other eye was red and half lidded. The others were asleep. It was pitch black. The Human, who was up getting a midnight snack, had walked up to Frank, who looked dead. Well, he sort of was, only he completely looked like it now. The Human turned a lamp on. "What's up with you, Frankie?" The Human had asked, feeling as if this were a special terrain that needed to be handled in a certain way. He didn't look right, didn't give off the right vibe. He felt... dead? Frank looked up at The Human with his good eyes and shrugged, his shirt was doused in drool and old drinks now. "I don't really know... I mean, I already know I'm dead and stuff but- but like right now, I feel really really fuckin' dead. Like... really dead." Frank muttered, voice slurred and strange-sounding, barely understandable, but The Human pieced it together whilst bending down, picking his eyeball up and kneeling next to him on the ground to put it back on him. The second The Human was close enough and put his eye back gently, Frank gripped The Human's shoulders and stared for a second, then proceeded to pull The Human into a tight hug. The Human froze for a second at first, then reciprocated quickly, hugging Frank back tight. "I'm sorry, dude..." The Human said, the words carrying a genuine apology for his permanent state of mental and physical decay. He hugged The Human tighter and tighter, making The Human grunt. "Frankie, relax-" The Human groaned out in a whisper. He just kept going until he felt like he had enough, pulling away, eye less red only now he was... crying? Just a little bit. But The Human saw it. "Thanks." He said, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. The Human found it hilarious that all of these guys were so, so awkward. "Anytime, Frankie, really... now go to sleep, you look like a corpse." The Human joked. Frank chortled loudly. "Shut the fuck up!" He laughed.

But ever since that day, Frank swears that somehow The Human's interaction and affection, more specifically, hugs, trigger some sort of chemical reaction in his body resembling life. He'd never really felt this alive again after he got turned. He'd slowly deteriorated in the years he's been a zombie, he didn't even notice. It was almost like being around a human being makes him feel more alive and human, which... he technically isn't anymore.

This was a new, strange ritual that continued.

"They're gonna make a movie about this zombie affection shit one day." He joked randomly mid-hug one time. The Human swore he'd be wrong, patting his back to get him off. He was incredibly strong for whatever reason.

He never would've known the strange "life-giving hugs" as he called them until he met The Human, because he's not allowed to get too close to other humans or else they'll eventually they find out his secret and before The Human, there were no other actual humans to hug in My Chemical Romance, and one night stands don't count. So it was another accidental discovery but no one was complaining.

Four boys, all with strange habits and their own needs. It's so weird to interact with normal people after I've been around them for so long. I actually love them so much. Can't wait for Warped Tour. The Human wrote in the notebook. Words that held secrets that would remain on that paper for decades ahead but no one was thinking that far. The bands and their fans were only focused on the music, the parties, living in the moment, writing down things and taking pictures, unaware that in the future, they're some of the most important things reminiscent of a better time...

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"Gimme some more... please?" Gerard asked one day, tilting his head down to look into The Human's eyes, who frowned and exhaled slowly.

I can't believe this is my life now. The Human thought. Thinking back, just a few months ago, The Human had been living in garbage and yearning for a canceled MCR concert that The Human didn't get to go to. Now, The Human knew why it had been canceled, and now, The Human was the MCR concert.

It was very strange how life worked sometimes, looking back from where you are now to a year or two ago, the past could look very stagnant, or very drastically different from where you are now, it was strange how much could change, it was almost scary, so The Human decided not to think about it too hard.

"No, Gerard, you can't. You and Mikey already took some earlier and now I feel bad. Dizzy." The Human said simply, working on some "behind the scenes" My Chemical Romance stuff on a laptop.

Truth was, The Human felt like life was too good, it made The Human feel like a leech, so The Human had offered to take any of the hard, extremely stressful stuff, just for peace of mind. The Human wasn't a fan of feeling like a loser that got given everything and didn't have to do anything in return, it just felt extraordinarily wrong...

"I WON'T take a lot! Promise!" Gerard nagged, arms raised high, interrupting The Human's thoughts. Again, how the fuck is this my life...? The Human thought.

"What are you doing?" Mikey asked Gerard suddenly, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall of the entrance to the living room. The Human smiled while looking at the laptop screen, already anticipating the chaos that would inevitably happen. "I'm hungry!" Gerard said with a rasp, cheeks turning red.

"I'm hungry, too! Why is it that you get the fresh human blood? Cuz you're the front man?" Mikey began, pointing feverishly at Gerard, who only frowned, face and eyes turning red in anger.

"No, it's cuz I don't take as much as y-"

"HOW 'BOUT WE ALL JUST CALM DOWN and go for a meal "run?!" Ray interrupted the fight, chopping the angry tension down like a tree as he jogged into the living room, patting Mikey's shoulder a little too harshly. His ears were out, yellow eyes were glowing. He was hungry too.

"We don't have any new leads, dude." Mikey said angrily, eyes glowing bright red, shoving his shoulder away from Ray. He was starving and full of rage.

"We'll find some, people are always doing shit. How hard is it to find a murderer? Or a rapist?" Ray comforted, ruffling Mikey's hair. He just frowned and picked up his black beanie off the ground aggressively. Gerard simply sighed, biting his lower lip, drawing blood. Apparently patience was key right now, and patience absolutely sucked. "It's gonna be harder when we're out there touring and shit." Gerard pointed out, groaning while walking away, flailing his arms around.

The Human scratched Ray's ears when he sat down next to The Human to see what was on the laptop. His eyes fluttered and he barely controlled his panting as he leaned into the touch. When he realized the thing on the computer was boring, he got right up, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Where's Frank?" Ray asked, clearing his throat again when he realized that the place felt very quiet without him.

"I got the stuff, motherfuckersss!" Frank slurred, in perfectly awful great timing, licking the sides of his drooling mouth and walking into the house with bags and bags full of energy drinks and beers, his right eye proceeded to fall and roll over to where The Human was sitting. The Human picked it up with a stoic expression. What was there to think about it anymore? It wasn't scary, it was just a thing that happened. The Human tossed it to Frank, who had put the bags down. He caught it and put it back in its socket.

"Gimme some of that." The Human said, tiredly working as Frank tossed an energy drink over.

"I don't know why the fuck you bother doing that shit." Frank asked, peering over The Human's shoulder at the laptop. "Guilt." The Human said, and Frank raised a brow. "You're really fuckin' weird." He added.

"Says the zombie." The Human chuckled, poking his eye. "HEY! That's sensitive!" He exclaimed, playfully swatting The Human's hand away. "Hug?" He added the question cautiously, as if he wasn't allowed to hug his friend.

"I told you to stop acting like a neglected puppy when you ask, idiot, just do it." The Human said, arms open wide. Frank hopped right in then pulled away after a few seconds, all alive and giggly.

"Don't forget, motherfuckers, we get ready and set off for Warped Tour tomorrow, so go the fuck to sleep." Gerard yelled from the bathroom while brushing his teeth, Jersey accent as strong as ever. "My first Warped Tour." The Human stated suddenly excited with a giddy smile. The other boys smiled to each other, eager to show The Human what it was all about. They'd performed in it last year and told The Human all about it, from the smelly tour bus they'd live in for a while, to the big, long, annoying stage setup, to the setlist to the brief interaction with other big bands including Fall Out Boy, and to all the cool fans and groupies. "It really shows you that we made it big, y'know?" Gerard had said.

The Human looked giddy, Mikey snapped his fingers and spoke, “Yeah well, don’t think it’s all sunshine and rainbows, dork. We still gotta make ya the official MCR drummer.” He said, reminding The Human of the dread of becoming an actual MCR member instead of an assistant or background person. It was terrifying.

“I’m not nearly good enough for Warped Tour yet.” The Human said awkwardly, arm magically feeling itchy. “Well, no, but you can watch other bands like Fall Out Boy preform. Y’know their drummer? Andy? He’s a fuckin’ ANIMAL! You can learn something from them, then afterwards, we can debut you as an official member of the band.” Gerard pointed out, coming out of the bathroom. The Human was curious to see it all live now. The drums WERE always amazing in Fall Out Boy music.

The group of idiots forced themselves to sleep early and prepare for the Warped Tour, stomachs turning like a drop in a rollercoaster. This whole "human friend thing" had started off as a huge mistake, a chance in the woods, a pathetic attempt at hiding a secret peacefully without killing an innocent, but it turned out the boys had really grown fond of the random human they found in the woods, such was life with its strange accidents and ways of working. Now, it was time to see what the Warped Tour had in store for them... whether it'd be good... or horribly bad.

-

"You ready for Warped Tour... Pete?" Patrick asked, looking into the eyes of his best friend, who wasn't looking at Patrick, he was putting on his hazel eye contacts and adjusting his eyeliner in the mirror, smudging it and smoothing his hair out, blinking rapidly, letting himself melt into the look of normalcy, as if "Pete Wentz" was finally showing on the outside again. "No." He said, twitching slightly, still not making eye contact with Patrick.

But he looks better than he did a week ago... Patrick thought dejectedly, feeling that awfully depressing feeling of hopelessness and health fears again.

Last week, Patrick had stuck close to the seemingly dying Pete Wentz, sweaty on the ground. They couldn't go to the hospital, horrible things would happen if anyone found out what was happening. But they didn't know how to fix it either. Andy and Joe had suggested so many things to try and alleviate his pain but nothing worked...

Until, one night, while Patrick was trying to get Pete to watch some TV while he nearly cried of pain, Pete had suddenly latched himself onto Patrick's neck, eyes glowing bright red. Patrick had let out a loud moan of pain and surprise, trying to push Pete off of him but he held his waist with one hand and his head with the other, HARD. "Pete- what- what are- what are you- stop- ANDY!" Patrick breathed as Pete sucked harshly on his neck, feeding off his best friend without seeming to control himself. Joe and Andy had burst into the room and Andy had pulled the hissing Pete off of Patrick, who noticed his skin looked more alive now, he'd even stopped sweating.

"I'M SORRY- I didn't- I wasn't in control-" Pete rambled, apologizing over and over and over and over again nonstop. Patrick forgave him instantly and Joe and Andy asked over and over if he felt normal now.

Now, it was a week later and they couldn't keep lying to people about the band's whereabouts and Patrick was feeling dejected and hopeless all over again. Pete finished his eyeliner and turned around and looked down at Patrick.

"But let's fuckin' do it anyway. We’re fuckin’ Fall Out Boy.” Pete added with his signature smirk. Patrick slowly cracked a smile, the feeling of misery melting away from him, blue eyes shining bright once again.

Fall Out Boy was back. And they were going to the Warped Tour.

Andy and Joe let out loud sighs of relief from the other parts of the room where they totally weren't eavesdropping...

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