The night was still young when Albin returned home. That was one hell of a conversion camp. Sure it wasn't very effective, but he had enjoyed himself. To be fair his attraction to men had increased a lot, but that came at the cost of his gender identity. No longer was he a man loving cis girl. Oh no. Things had changed. He came out of that conversation therapy as a bisexual trans man. Funny how that worked out. But even worse, he also came out emo. Somehow he had reverted to his old ways of My Chemical Romance and funky dyed hair. Much to the dismay of everyone around him.
So had his dear friend october. Who also was a trans binary man now. During their two year stay at the camp a lot happened between them. Going from band mates to best friends to not speaking to band mates again. Some might claim it was a cycle. Time is a flat circle after all. And now they were friends. It was odd how easily October just forgave Albin after his rampant homophobia, but the world works in wonderful ways.
Sadly Albin's absence had cost him his job at waffle house. Rumors has it that they never made another sale with him gone. But he didn't care. Matter of fact he loved it. He wanted to see the company suffer after they fired him. He still had his mansion and car after all. Not a bad life. His rent had been lovingly payed for by his former owner Gerard Way. Albin was very thankful. But he still needed a steady income. A job. So his solution to this was to, as mentioned earlier, start a band with October (again). And it worked out well. They had found a new guitarist in some trashcan outside Albin's house. Now they went on world tours and sold billions of albums. They were globally loved. They lived a life of pleasure and luxury. But problems arose when fans found Albin's old Twitter account...
To be continued.
