Synthetic Animals (MCR/Killjoy fanfic)

Stars You Hate

After an about hour, both Myki and Pansy were tuned. It took awhile, due to Pansy's poor condition (she was broken by a MTV guitar tech a decade before) and Myki's terrible quality (she was a "junker").

"So, you named your bass after me?" Kobra asked, only he wasn't Kobra. He was just normal, awkward, semi-adorable, bassist Mikey Way.

"Yeah. I always thought you looked so amazing up there, so I wanted to be like you. I learned how to play, eventually bought her, and at one point I was in a band. When people asked why I learned, all I could say was that you were my inspiration." God, this is embarrassing. He probably thinks I'm a freaky stalker.

"That's awesome! Nobody really ever payed attention to me. Some people didn't even realize I was part of the band. No one really noticed." What?!

"Is that a joke!? You were, like, the best! I knew so many people who looked up to you! Not your brother, not Frank, not Ray, but you."

Did you look up to me?" He leaned over to her. Is he flirting?

"I looked up to all of you. You all gave me my life back. I owe it to you."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The two Killjoys stared at the sky in awkward silence. This was the first time Violet had ever really seen the desert sun set. She watched the stars as they climbed out onto a blank black and blue canvas. Mikey, however, did not focus on the sky. He had seen it almost every night for at least a year. Instead, he took the time to stare at Violet. He had seen her every day for the past month, but for some reason, this time was different. She didn't look like a Killjoy. She looked normal. It was like the new world avoided her, leaving her child-like innocence alone. He knew, though, that the world had taken it, like in the words of the great Kurt Cobain "Nobody dies a virgin, 'cause life fucks us all."

"You ever watch the stars, Mikey?" Violet was still looking at them, laying on her back.

"Every night. Honestly, I hate them."

"Why?"

"They remind me of life."

"Life?"

"Yeah. Every time I look at them it reminds me of how life used to be, the way it is, the way it will be long after I'm gone. I can't help but hate how they are, forever unchanging. They always look the same."

"Oh." Violet still stared at the stars. "I think they're pretty because they do change. We just can't always tell when they do. Nothing ever stays the same. BLI won't win because that's what they don't understand. Change is the only constant."

"Wow...Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead," Violet turned on her side to face him.

"Earlier, when you said that we gave you your life back, what did you mean?"

"You guys saved my life. 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.'"

"Is that what all your scars are from? You hurt yourself?"

"No. I killed myself. At least, I tried. 'Revenge' saved me in the middle of my third, and so far, final attempt. I knew I would have died. That's why I was doing it in the first place. I decided to put on some music to die to. My cousin showed me you guys before he died. I liked you guys and your music. I listened to it alot, but, for the first time, while I was so close to death, I finally understood what all the lyrics truly meant. 'Merci pour le venin.'"