The end

Joined the BP

(Yeemo's POV)

It's been 5 hours. Five hours of sobbing. Five hours of laughing hysterically. Five hours of being scared that MCR wouldn't come back. The G note is a terrible thing to be subjected to.

The door opened slowly. The two agents walked in.

"I'm done! Ok ok you win!" I cried out immediately.

They raised their eyebrows. "Ok then...where are they and how do you pull off those stunts? Where are the celebrities you've kidnapped?" The tall one- that I call Moose- asked.

"They're heading to Seattle- a factory around there. We pull them off by planning and stealth- aside from my predicament- we're good at our job. And the celebs? They're still in New Zealand I assume." Little did they know that one of those bits of information is a lie: the celebs are in Seattle already! MWAHAHAHA!!

Ooh. This reminds me. I have an idea. A really really good idea. I'm finally gonna get out of here.

Suddenly, "CALLING TO THE EMO GODS! IN THE NAME OF GERARD WAY, BEEBO, AND PATRICK STUMP I NEED YOUR HELP OUT OF HERE!!! EXORAMIS TE IMMUNDIS SPIRITUS POSETAS XI!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly a force so strong it made me double over surged within me. Coursing through my veins and reaching at my fingertips, where violet beams of light shot out from. My eyes glowed bright teal and black, veins turning black, skin whitening horrendously, pitch black feathered wings sprouting from my back.

"W-what are you?" Both the agents said in unison.

I chuckled. Oh how little they knew. "You already know. For I, am a magical emo teenage being, I, am a killjoy, Youngblood, sinner, dream catcher, for I, am a Yeemo. We are truly magical beings." I replied with a smirk. Sooner or later I would end them for the pain they caused me. But not now. Now, I have to find those backstabbing "friends" of mine.

I spread my wings, blasted the ceiling to create a large hole, and shot up into the sky. Spiraling into the stratosphere. But as soon as I got up, I saw the forehead, heading west. Seattle's West. Interesting.

The fall down on earth looks so beautiful though. Yellow leaves lining the streets, the dark skies, the smell of coffee and pumpkins, reading books by the fireplace, ugh I love fall.

I greeted a flying pillow in the sky as I was making my trek, but he seemed to be in a hurry sooooooo......

Whelp, BMJ, Scranty, here I come.