#sofia's stuff

Imagine. Your worst nightmare. You're walking alone at night. In a city. You hear muffled whispers and you call out "is anyone there". All you hear is someone yell back "THE POISONED YOUTH" before something heavy lands on you, flattening you to the ground. You look at your attacker. It's Patrick Stump. He's singing as he's sitting on you. "I am your worst nightmare," he sings, with his fedora askew on his head. Your breath was knocked out of you when he landed, like a sucker punch. Three more guys walk out of the shadows. Pete Wentz has eyeliner, pink hair and is shouting "Do it for the emos, Patrick! I believe in you." "Thanks Pete." Patrick says. Andy Hurley flexes his arms. He and Joe Trohman had thrown Patrick on top of you to start the attack. Not bad Joe.

Me: Times are tough. And I work for a fickle mistress.