Notes |-/SEPTIPLIER|-/

Chapter 9

(A/N play song when said please. Thank you)

--Septiceye's POV--
(DIDNT EXPECT THAT ONE DIDJA)

"Another successful trip." I said to myself with a smile. I had a black duffel bag in my hands and I walked up to my green apartment door. I lived alone, and had a voice alarm for my door. I opened my door and an alarm voice went off.

Password
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
I said enthusiastically. The computer voice replied,
Mischief Managed
And the alarm shut off.

I closed the door and walked upstairs to my room. I opened the duffel bag and saw in it, at least 150,000 dollars worth of cash. I smiled greedily.
"Time to call them." I walked over to my computer and opened up a set orphanage websites. I glanced over to my calendar. Friday.

"Perfect." I muttered to myself. I gave each orphanage a call and said I would be stopping by. I do this every Friday. Steal money, than give it to those who need it. It may perhaps sound cheesy, but it's worth it, every time I steal. To see the joy on the little kids faces. It always touches my heart. I grabbed my duffel bag, left my apartment, and drove to the orphanages.

/\TIME SKIP WITH POWER FROM THE FOURTH WALL/\

--In Jack's car, driving to the robbed bank--

"Ok, so I have work in an hour, and I still need to check the crime scene, eat lunch, and plan my next robbery." I said to myself. "What's playing on the radio?" I turned the old radio on and almost screamed.
PLAY SONG

"THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG OH MY GOSH" I said VERY enthusiastically.

I started singing the lyrics:

"When I was, a young boy, my Father, took me into the city, to see a marching band.
He said "Son when, you grown up, would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten and the dammed?"

"DEAR GOSH I LOVE THIS SONG AAAAAAAHHHHH" I basically screamed, earning me a few weird looks on the road.

"-- Your demons, And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made"

"YESSSSSS" I replied to the song. It didn't hear me.

"Because one day, I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade"

I fistpumped the air, earning me a bruise on my knuckles, forgetting I was in a car and hit the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ!" I yelled shaking my hand in pain. I rolled my eyes and continued singing the song.

"WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY, TO SEE A MARCHING BAND"

"HE SAID SON WHEN, YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMMED?"

I hit a read light and started head-banging. Yep. People were now definitely worried about my mental health.
"This song is so freakin awesome!!! I need to call Mallori and Karina and show them it!!"
(A/N THEY KNOW EACHOTHER K? K)
I'll call Mallori first. I turned the music down so she couldn't hear it, and called her. Luckily she answered.
"Sup Jack?" She said.

"Helloooooooo Mallori Rich! Nothing much, but listen to this song!" I put my phone right up to the speakers and turned the music up super loud. There was a pause. Then I heard a clatter from my phone, and muffled yelling. "JESUS JACK YOU FREAKIN KILLED MY EARS, WHAT WAS THA-" I hung up on her.