The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

(MCR and PTV) The Brother Battle

Despite my very little knowledge of PTV, I'm gonna attempt to write this since I think it'd be funny. 

Knock knock knock knock knock, knock knock!

Someone had knocked out the "Shave and a Haircut" tune on Gerard's door.  The sassy singer-songwriter looked up from his desk, where he had been sketching a new comic.  "Who could that be?" he wondered aloud. 

"HOLA, HOMBRE DESCARADO!!" a man with medium-length hair shouted, throwing his hands up in the air when Gerard opened the door.  "Uh... what did you just call me?" Gerard asked.  "And who are you?"

"I'm Vic Fuentes, and I called you 'sassy man'," the stranger replied.  "My name is Gerard Way," Gerard replied.  "Alright, Gerard.  I challenge you to a Brother Battle!" Vic declared. 

"A... what?" Gerard asked.  "A Brother Battle! You, me, Mike, and.... whatever your brother's name is," Vic explained.  "Wow! My brother's name is Mike too! Well, it's Mikey, actually," Gerard said.  He put a hand to his forehead.  "Wow.  Mike and Mikey.  THAT'S gonna get confusing really quickly." "How about we call your brother Michael?" Vic suggested.  "Sure," Gerard shrugged. 

"Great! Now call him up, and I'll call Mike.  The Brother Battle starts in one hour!" Vic exclaimed, slamming the door shut.  "Wait, but where-- argh..." Gerard shook his head and walked back to his desk, picking up his cellphone and dialing a number. 

"Hello?" Mikey asked from the other side of the phone.  "Hey Mikey," Gerard greeted.  "Soo... apparently Vic Fuentes and his brother want to have a battle with us..." "Huh?" Mikey asked, confused.  "Start from the beginning, please."

So Gerard did -- he explained how Vic had knocked on his door, called him a "sassy man", and then challenged him and Mikey to a Brother Battle.  When Gerard finished, there was an odd pause at the other end of the phone.  "Wow.  That... that's weird," Mikey said finally.  "Oh, also, we're gonna call you Michael to avoid confusion," Gerard added.  "Um, sure," Mikey replied; Gerard knew his brother well enough to know that he'd probably shrugged as he'd said that.  "Great! Only problem is, I don't know where we're having this Battle," Gerard explained.  "Vic slammed the door on me before I could ask." "Why don't you call him and find out?" Mikey suggested.  "I'll do it tomorrow," Gerard replied.  "Well, so long and goodnight, Mikey." "So long and goodnight, Gee," Mikey said, ending the call.

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The next day, Mikey was rudely woken up by one of the most catchy, annoying songs in the world.

"Despacito! Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito, deja que te diga cosas al oído, para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo!" Vic sang, dancing on Mikey's bed. 

"YAAAAAARRGGH!" the bassist yelled, jerking up and scooting back, away from Vic.  "What the heck!?"

"That's Vic for ya," said another voice.  A similar-looking man with a bit of a mustache was leaning against the door.  "Whoa! Who are you guys!?" Mikey demanded.  Suddenly, he remembered the "Brother Battle" Gerard had told him about.  "Ohh... Vic and Mike Fuentes."

"That's us," the brother leaning against the doorway, Mike, replied.  "Are you the older or younger Way?" he added. 

"I'm the younger," Mikey replied.  "Gerard... he should be around here somewhere."

Suddenly, the singer burst through the doorway, nearly bowling Mike over in the process.  "Whoa! Sorry," Gerard apologized.  "I'm running a little late, aren't I?"

"Nah, amigo, you're fine," Vic replied, hopping off of Mikey's bed.  "Let's get started!  I've planned out all the challenges we'll do, brother to brother." Vic whipped out a large scroll of paper and unfolded it into a list.