The LA Devotees

Chapter One: Mrs Urie

Brendon sighed. He was having the worst sex of his life. All his wife ever wanted to do was lick his hairy knees, it was exhausting, and frankly didn't give the cosmic orgasm it used to. Boring. "All right, all right..." Brendon said, removing his wife's tongue from his knee.
"It's a hell of a feeling, though?" his wife smirked. Brendon slapped her so hard she died.

The room went cold. Brendon couldn't believe what he had just done. He had killed the love of his life. He was going to go to prison (if you don't know what that is, it's like the place where orange is the new black was set) for the rest of his life. Unless of course... he ran. So he ran, and never looked back.

Three years later, Brendon finds himself exactly fourteen miles away from where he was when Mrs Urie died. Still in LA. But a different part of LA. He sighs, and leans against the nearest wall, where he pulls out his vape and starts vaping. He takes a minute long drag before coughing it back out. Refreshing... he thought to himself.

Beebo kept walking, until he came across a house that had a huge gate in front of it. There was a sign on the gate that read "Grimes' cat boy sex party inside, no invite needed." Brendon thought this was perfect, so he walked in, hoping to find shelter and friendship within this homely place.

He knocked on the door, and within seconds, it opened. A man on all fours wearing cat ears meowed at Brendon to come in, so Brendon went in. The catboy signalled for Beebo to follow him, and he led him into a huge room, full of other catboys, all meowing and purring. In the middle of this room was the woman of the hour - Grimes.