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FOB Takes Over Hell

Josie POV

I was enjoying my day. Dancing like a little emo shit down the street with my beats on. High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco was playing, and I was having the time of my life.

But as I turned a wrong turn, I saw someone being stabbed to death by a strange blade. So I ran, trying to help them when the murder turned on me. So I did what TV has tought me.

I grabbed their hands, and used their own momentum against them, and they stabbed themselves. But a strange thing happened. His eyes flickered like orange lights, and then went out.

I stood, stunned, until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see a smaller, plump man standing behind me, dressed in all black.

"What the hell did you do to Bob?" He asks as he refers to the blonds man at my feet.

"Bob?" I ask in a small voice. I just killed something, and this man magically appears are starts questioning me about Bob. I think that I'm gonna be a little bit freaked out.

"Yes Bob Bryer. He dropped out of this punk band and sold his sole to me. To make sure that that band came back in the future." The man in Black says as he walks over Bob and gives him a little nudge with his foot.

"Wait! I just killed Bob Bryer? I killed someone in MCR?" I say as my voice grew. I was really freaking out right now. What if I killed Gerard? Or Frank? Or any of them?

"But relax darling, that was going to be his last mission anyway. Percussionists can never stay on task." The man says as he stands to stair at me. I look down to him, me being 5'11.

"What's you're name darling?" The man asks as I watch him size me up with his eyes.

"Josie."I say as I take a step back, not liking how he was looking at me.

"Only a first name?" He asks as he steps forward.

"I know that I'm not going to get an answer out of you, so why should I bother saying my own name?" I ask as the man laughs.

"I'm Crowley, darling. The king of hell. And you just earned a one way ticket for killing one of my men. Even though he wasn't the best, he was still one of my men." Crowley says as he grips my arm and we start to free fall.

Once we land, he drags me by his death grip on me through multiple hall ways until we reach a hallway filled with cells.

He throws me in a cell across from four men. He glares at me, and then laughs.

I take in my surroundings. The cells have no privacy, only metal bars showing the sections and doors. The back walls are concrete, with a window with bars on it.

I look out the window to see different shades of red everywhere. The cells are exactly alike. Barren. Nothing to entertain your selves with.

I sit along the back wall, my TØP tank top not protecting me much from the cold cement, but the black jeans that I have on keep the lower half of me warm.

I take to studying the men across from me. They all have themselves sitting against the back wall. But they all have their hands in very tight chains, but they are not connected together. But two men, one with a Fedora, and the other with bleached blonde hair have muzzles over their mouths.

The two other man, one with buzz cut hair, and the other with ginger hair and a beard, have tattoos on, and the Bleached blon---- wait.

Fedora. Bleached blonde. Tattoos. Sudden disapearence in 2016.

Fall Out Boy.

I FOUND THEM.

I jump up and run to the bars on the cell, trying to see if my eyes are decieving me.