Secret Agent Emo's

Plans

The members of E.M.O.S stood in a circle around their leader. Many meetings had been held after the betrayal of Blink 182 had arisen. It was something no one wanted to happen to a society, especially since the Emo's time was running out. P.O.P were taking over radio's everywhere, enslaving innocent people with their catchy tunes and screechy vocals.    
     Hayley shook her head in disgust at what the former agents were doing. They were noble once, but all that changed two days ago.

All the agents had been sent out, instruments poised and ready to attack. P.O.P were in a weak state after the last attack the secret agents cleverly launched on them.
     Or so the Emo's thought.
Frerard moved in from the left, microphone and guitar ready as Peterick closed in on the right, microphone and bass ready as well. Beebo came in from the front, ready to strike when suddenly terrible noise came from behind him.
     Where Blink-182 had been stationed.
     Mark Hoppus was singing his heart out whilst Travis Barker and Matt Skiba played along, distracting them.
     1D and Justin came out, singing and using their terrible music to blast the Emo's away. All members of E.M.O.S were shocked. Patrick quickly said into his transmitter that they were surrounded as Sum 41 came out from P.O.P base, along with All Time Low.
     "Get Rickey! Send in Joe and Andy as well. They need reinforcements." yelled Hayley desperately.
     "Deepest apologies, but it would appear that Mikey is in a coffee shop, and Ray is in a cupcake store near him. We can't reach them. Joe broke his leg at a performance and Andy's drums have holes in them."came the sad reply from Former Agent Billie Joe Armstrong.
"Ugh, well Tré is too high to go, Mike is drunk and you can't go since you just had back surgery after a mission gone wrong."
     "Is it time?"asked Billie.
"It's time. Bring Me The Horizon."
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The Emo boys were collapsed on the ground, covering their poor tortured ears. Until...
     "S.P.I.R.I.T! SPIRIT, LETS HEAR IT!"
Quickly Justin turned, stopping his torturous singing, which was instead replaced by tortuous screaming.
     "IT'S THEM! IT'S BRING ME THE HORIZON! RUN!"
     Hurriedly, the Emo's rose to their feet, chanting along with BMTH as their enemies scampered away in fear.
"S.P.I.R.I.T! SPIRIT, SPIRT, LETS HEAR IT!"
     As the chanting became louder and louder, the P.O.P members ran away like cowards. Sadly they ran into someone, and she was pissed.
     "Given up have you? You're out-numbered, Williams, you don't have your band members to protect you. Where are they, eh? Oh yeah, Justin's singing was to good for them wasn't it? Killed them. Just give up, it's pointless."sneered Styles. Hayley looked him in the eye, smiling and stated in the sweetest voice she could muster:
     "Well, where are your band members? They aren't behind you, standing up for you and sneering, no they are in a bush, hiding with blink-182 and Justin to your right. Not behind you. Hiding like cowards. Ooo, not so cocky now are we?"
     Slowly her smile transformed into a smirk as he looked around helplessly, desperation in his eyes. Styles turned to face her, glaring at her, to which she retaliated with a vicious right hook.
     "Oh, that's attractive,"Hayley commented snidely, walking away and leaving him clutching his black eye.

Hayley smirked slightly at the thought of perfect Harry Styles dealing with a black eye, with a concert the day after.
     But they still had to focus on a plan. They couldn't always call on BMTH every time something went wrong, so they would definitely need a backup plan once they resolved a larger issue.
"Bieber will try and muster up as many wretched pop-maniacs as he can, meaning we don't have much time," she stated, "and if a band like blink-182 are willing to go against us, they'll gather pop-punk bands as well. We need some form of distracting them, confusing them in a way."
"Don't we do that with our sexualities?" joked Pete.
"How are we meant to do that?" Billie queried, ignoring Pete's immature remark.
"Anyway we can," sighed the redhead, running a hand through her hair in frustration, "Any ideas?"
No one said anything, causing her to sigh again, deeper this time.
     "We'll work something out. E.M.O.S, carry on to the end even if the mighty fall. With nicotine, novocain, true friends, time to dance and misery business, we American idiots will succeed."
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That's my first chapter of my Emo series that is currently under heavy editing seeing as I couldn't write for shit when I first wrote this.
So long and goodnight you poisoned youths,
Urie_Is_Satan.