• anytime you want || Danger Days MCR •

right here, right now, all the way in Battery City

~ Right Here, Right Now, All The Way in Battery City ~
Na na na (na na na na na na na na na) - My Chemical Romance
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I always keep my radio on low volume in fear a Draculoid or SCARECROW might walk past and hear the static sound of pre-bomb music and Dr Death's voice. 'Basket Case' by Green Day was playing, my foot absentmindedly taps along with the beat as I paint the old raygun I found a bright green.

While snooping in the attic this morning I stumbled across the dirty, black gun in Dad's box. I knew he used to be a Killjoy but I don't remember much from the early days because of those damn pills they gave us.

I was 12 when the bomb hit, and Better Living Industries took over. The pills were given to everyone as a coping mechanism for the devastation the bomb left and all those loved ones who didn't make it. Everyone would take one, every morning to ease the pain. But it never eased the pain. The pain was still always there. The pills just made you forget everything. All your memories, all your emotions and personality are gone as soon as the drug kicked in. You become no one.

I was 13 when Mum overdosed. She swallowed a handful because nothing could make her forget about her daughter's death. My sister. She didn't make it when the bomb when off.

That's when my Dad stopped taking the pills. That's when he became a Killjoy.

He would disappear for days, sometimes weeks and I never wondered why. I was too drugged to even realise he was gone.

When I turned 14, he came home and flushed my pills down the toilet. It took me a few weeks to get completely adjusted to not being numb, but Dad stayed with me for those weeks and helped me through my rehabilitation. Afterwards, he explained to me what those drugs did to people and made me promise never to take them again. He explained the Killjoys in brief detail and what had been doing for the past 12 months. He told stories of him and his partner in crime, Dr Death Defying attempting to shut down the BLI labs and factories and killing Draculoids.

Those memories are still hazy even after being drug-free for over 5 years. About 5 months after I had been rehabilitated, Dad and Dr Death planned an attacked on a BLI outpost in Zone 3. He never came home.

I had to grow up pretty quickly for a 14-year-old but looking after yourself is easy in Battery City. Although the fear and pain kept me up at night. Sometimes it still does.

About 4 months after he left for the mission, a boy around my age came by the house and dropped off a box of his belongings and a letter from Dr Death. That's when I knew for sure he was gone.

The blonde-haired Killjoy with black sunglasses took off after setting the box down. Ran down the street without a word and jumped in a car that looked to be filled with people and drove away.

At the time I didn't think much about it, I just opened the letter, sat down in my bedroom and cried.

Gen,

Ranger Rocket used to talk about you all the time. I was there when he made the decision to get you to stop taking those pills. He was so confident that it was time and that you were ready to handle the pain without the drugs. I told him to be careful because you could have spiralled and overdosed but his faith in you paid off and he told us that you're doing great. He had plans for you too. He was gonna bring you down to the diner and train you into one of the best Killjoys around Battery City. And even though he's not around anymore to bring you himself, you still have the option to come and join us. I've given you a pin that has a holographic map inside that shows you our location. Tap it twice. I hope you use it.

- Dr Death Defying

I never thought about taking another pill to ease the pain of losing Dad the only person I had a connection with. I can't recall much about my sister or mother because of those damn pills. I had lost everyone.

It was an easy option for a 14-year-old with so much pain to relapse and take them again. But Dad taught me that feeling something, even pain is better than not feeling anything at all. Feelings and emotions are what makes us know we are alive, because, even in Battery City, ruled by the emotionless Better Living Industries, life is still worth living.

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a/n hi, this is like my killjoy oc fanfic because i was bored and i needed a realise for my creativity. 

the chapters start off really short like 1000 words but they get better i promise so just bear with me.

also low-key started this because of the reunion...