The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

Snippets of Stories

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Over the months, I've written various short stories involving the Quartet.  Here are said snippets.  Simple as that.   Consider this my version of Spiritshadow16 's "Random Story Dumps" book.  The picture above has literally nothing to do with these stories, lol (credit to that.fragile.capricorn and dj-spooky-jim for it!).

"Where's my fedora?"

"Your what?" Gerard Way asked.  He stuck his red-haired head out of the doorway and glanced over at Fall Out Boy's room, to his left.  Patrick Stump walked out, looking worried. 

"My fedora! It's not on my nightstand where I usually put it." His expression suddenly became regretful.  "I even turned on a light -- and woke the others up in the process -- but still couldn't find it." Gerard sighed.  "I'll help you look for it," he offered.

"No need.  I know where it is," a voice said from directly behind Gerard.  They spun around, and Gerard's eyes narrowed in anger.  "Bob."

"Indeed," Bob said.  He held up a black hat and waved it around invitingly. 

"My fedora!" Patrick cried, reaching for it.  Bob held the fedora high in the air, where he couldn't reach, and waved a finger.  "Ah ah ah," he mocked.   "You'll need to earn it."

"How?" Gerard asked, annoyed.  "Just give Patrick his freaking fedora back."

"Sure... on one condition," Bob said smoothly.  "Gerard, your hair is looking a bit greasy."

"Sooo?" Gerard asked, running his hands through his hair self-consciously.

"In order to earn Patrick's precious fedora back, I want Gerard to wash his hair for two weeks," Bob said.

"WHAT?" Gerard gasped.

Comical and half-based off my life -- my mom allowed me to buy a fedora, if I would wash my hair well for two weeks XD

Next up, something I call "Birthday Ransom".  Based off the idea that no one in the emo community likes mainstream pop music (I know that's probably not completely true, but bear with me).

Mikey wasn't sure what had transpired before he'd become unconscious, but as soon as he awoke and took a good hard look at his surroundings, it all flooded back to him.

The stranger with the short, light brown hair.  He'd claimed to be a fan of Electric Century and MCR, but had suddenly, viciously, attacked Mikey, punching him first in the stomach, and then as he doubled over, the jaw.  Mikey had blacked out from the attacks, and couldn't remember anything else.

The bassist sat up, realizing that his wrists were bound with rope, and a shackle around his ankle cuffed him to the floor.  "Hello?!" he shouted, his voice echoing around the warehouse walls.

Up on a balcony, a shadowy figure stepped into the light.  The stranger who'd attacked him! "You!" Mikey's eyes narrowed.  The stranger tsked.  "Poor Michael Way.  Has being an underrated bassist made you so dumb, you've forgotten one of your enemies?" The man stepped into the light, and Mikey recognized him.

"Justin Bieber?" Mikey asked.  "Why did you capture me?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to let you reach age 40, am I?" Bieber asked.  He leapt down from the balcony with relative ease, and Mikey noticed with satisfaction that the singer's knuckles were bandaged -- That's what you get for messing with me and my sharp jawline!

"That is, unless your brother and friends arrive to save you," Bieber continued.  He produced a knife, and pressed the blade to Mikey's throat.  "I've sent them a letter -- they have until September 10th to save you.  Or else..." he dug the blade in slightly, and Mikey tried not to flinch.  "You'll perish."

^ Not sure where that would go once they got to where Mikey is -- what sort of ransom would a pop singer want?

Anyways... next up, is a demons and angels AU, more or less based off a short Brallon story I read once.  And no, demons (in this, anyway) aren't all creepy and blue skinned like Brendon would have you believe.  The only main difference is the fact that they have wings.

The demon crashed through the trees, wincing at each snap and scratch he heard.  Finally, somewhat blissfully, he crashed onto the forest floor, but not without one final, large snap.

Gerard wearily opened his eyes, forcing himself to sit up and survey his condition.  He winced at the state of his jet-black, left wing, which was missing several feather shafts and had a bad tear splitting it.  Other than that, his main injuries were the various cuts and scrapes along his bare arms, and the arrow lodged in his shoulder -- that was what had made him stumble in flight, and later crash.

The demon rested his head on the forest floor, eyes darting around and searching for any possible help.  As he eyed the branches and sky above his head, Gerard suddenly noticed a creature swoop down from the trees and land beside him.  "Hello," it greeted gently, bending down and extracting the arrow from Gerard's shoulder as painlessly as possible.  The stranger grimaced at the state of Gerard's wing.  Then, they knelt down, placed a hand on his wing, and murmured a few words.  Instantly, Gerard's head began to feel clearer, as if someone had drained all his thoughts, and his broken wing mended -- the flesh was still torn, but the bone was healed.  Gerard propped himself up onto his elbows.  "I..." he said after a second, finding his voice.  He lost it yet again as he looked at his helper.

It was a young man of about 24, with short black hair and hazel eyes.  He was so attractive, Gerard nearly missed the fact that the boy had a pair of snow white wings protruding from his shoulders.  "You... You're an angel," he breathed.  "Literally."

"And you're a demon," the stranger nodded.  "A rather attractive one at that," he added with a smile. 

Oh gosh... is he flirting with me?! "I thought angels weren't supposed to help demons," Gerard said.  "Well, I thought demons were all bloodthirsty and Satanic, but that's clearly wrong," the stranger chuckled, extending a hand.  "I'm Frank, by the way."

"I'm Gerard," Gerard replied, accepting the help. 

"Alright, Gerard," Frank nodded.  "Let's get you back in the skies."

This one has the most potential for a story, in my opinion.

Until next chapter!

~Autumnleaf :D