Dangerous Blues (Ryden, Peterick, Peteky, Frerard) THIS IS DONE IT'S SO TERRIBLE

Chapter 5: 3rd person because mikey way

Mikey Way crawled out of the deep trench that was dug in the ground that he had been living in for the past year. See, Mikey's brother, Gerard shoved him into the trench for the simple reason of; Mikey had lost a bet.

The bet was: Who could fuck the angsty, emo, midget child that hung out by a cactus, first. Gerard had won the bet, obviously. It was quite sad when Frank Iero, the smartest kid in town had a thing for Gerard when Mikey had a thing for Frank.

But he was over that now. So fucking over it yet so fucking pissed at his brother that he was waiting for the potential explosion of his head, caused by his immense anger because yes, Mikey was pretty fucking bored sitting in a trench doing absolutely nothing but plotting his goddamn revenge for a year. His plans went absolutely nowhere because he lacked the resources and he was too goddamn lazy to fucking burn Gerard with acid.

But fuck, he was going to get revenge on his brother. He didn't know how, but he was going to. The only thing getting in the way of that was the fact that Mikey really didn't want to inflict any physical or emotional pain onto his brother.

Damn, Mikey was caked in dirt. He noticed that as he was plotting his revenge on his brother. Like, damn, how did he not die from this shit? His skin couldn't breathe. He was like that man who didn't shower for like, fifty years because the priest said if he showered he wouldn't have a male child, he didn't shower, he had seventeen female children and a grand total of zero male children.

Mikey lowkey looked like that weird man. Mikey was fine, he was developing a new aesthetic. It was the ' Men caked in dirt ' aesthetic. The greatest one of all.

Sure, living in a deep, dark, trench for a year wasn't the preferred lifestyle but it really wasn't that bad. Sometimes an animal or a piece of fruit or some scraps of food or a used condom could be thrown into the trench and Mikey could be eating for months.

And it's definitely surprising how many people fell into the trench and were greatly surprised when a string bean with limbs that was yelling at them. Like "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY TRENCH!" Or some other respectful statement that never made anyone terrified. Nor did any of the statements Mikey Way had yelled out scarred anyone for life. That notion is ridiculous, obviously.

Mikey personally didn't give a shit about cleanliness so he didn't shower. He just ran back to his house, (not the trench) that he hadn't been in for the last year or so.

Mikey opened the front door, "Miss me?" He asked his mother who was wiping down the kitchen counters.

"Oh, sweetie, you came back from your shopping trip, finally!" Mrs. Way practically yelled whilst jumping up to hug Mikey, "Did you get tomatoes?"

Mikey smiled, "No." He stated, gripping his mom tightly.

Mrs. Way pulled away from the hug, "Why not?" She asked, more concern evident on her face than when her son had been missing for a year on a supposed 'shopping trip' that was only supposed to last about two hours long. But somehow ended up lasting a year. She didn't bat an eyelash at that fact.

She only really seemed concerned that her son had not bought tomatoes and instead came back empty handed. He also came back caked with layers upon layers upon layers of dirt caking every inch of his once soft skin. But Mrs. Way didn't seem to worry about that.

Mrs. Way seemed completely oblivious to the world around her. She only really cared about her "religion" *cough* cult *cough* andd Ryan Ross. But let's be honest, who doesn't care about Ryan Ross and worship him as a god? That's right, no one. Ryan Ross is god and no one could ever change that.

Everyone is a fan of Ryan Ross at heart and no one should deny that, because Ryan just radiates eternal beauty.

Mikey was really confused when his mother didn't say anything in a response to the fact that he was being absolutely silent. It was as if someone had stolen their car radio because Mikey and his mother had just sat in silence.

They just sat silently for about an hour before Mikey had just got up and opened the front door.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Way shouted, she shouted quite angrily as well. She still hadn't noticed that Mikey was literally caked in dirt thus making her dress covered in dirt.

The strange thing wasn't Mrs. Way's stupidity or silence, it wasn't her complete lack of remorse or her strange obsession with tomatoes. It was the fact that she seemed genuinely angry with her favorite son. Which really, had never happened before.

So this was a first. And Mikey was afraid, he was fucking petrified. His mom started moving towards the string bean. So, in a fight or flight situation, Mikey chose flight and, like any reasonable human being, he ran.

Mikey didn't know what to do or where to go. He just went. All he knew was that he needed to find Gerard who was nowhere to be found from the twenty feet he had walked. He had always remembered that Gerard was always within those twenty feet.

So Mikey ran. He ran as far as his string bean legs could carry him. He ran as fast as sonic the hedgehog, he had to go fast. He really didn't give a shit what similes were used to describe him, he just knew that he was running fast. The shapes of all the townies blurred around him, he had finally reached the only building that had held someone he trusted. (Other than his house.) It was overlord Ryan Ross' home.

Mikey knocked on the door, "Hello!" He yelled, the noise had been heard from the other side of the door, Mikey knew that because, through the glass, he could see multiple figures moving toward the front entrance (and by that I mean the front door. The front door of a house.)