"You're weak" smiled Korse as he kicked Party Poison in the side. Pain shot through his body and he couldn't do anything but lay there. Poison was defeated. He looked up to see a white ray gun pointed at his head. "Keep Running" hummed the villain and like that, Korse and his dracs were gone-and so was the girl. {~Rated PG-13 as this story contains strong language and some violence..Enjoy!~}

❝ hold on tight and don't look back ❞ Four teenagers: Jet Star, Party Poison, Kobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul are not yet the Killjoys everyone knows. Currently, they are just four kids wandering through the desert trying to escape their screw ups with Better Living Industries. Though, that isn't going to stop them fighting against the sameness. Of course, the journey to get to being the Killjoys everyone knows brings along an awfully long road. It may or may not include Brendon Urie, a few concerts, deaths, betrayal, a car crash, and even more screw ups... So what exactly happened before the fabulous four found Missile Kid? How did they get the Trans Am? Who really are the kids from yesterday? - - - third person danger days fic [comics/album/videos] oc's are mine- reckless vengeance being my actual killjoy name cover is an internet edit

A Killjoy is an outsider fighting against social or corporate suffocation, a non-conformist, a rebel against BL/ind. A person who brings color back into the world fearlessly.

(Y/n) (L/n) and her mom move to Belleville, New Jersey for a "fresh start". (Y/n) is starting her junior year at Belleville High. She wants to keep a low profile, and not bring much attention to herself. But between her cousin Nicole (who she hasn't had a good relationship with since 8th grade when they went to school together back in (h/t)) and a certain raven-haired boy and his group of bad boys, her plan of staying in the background might not go intended.

Dead Beat was a lone killjoy and a damn good one.She was the most wanted killjoy yet no one could seem to find her.When she runs into the fabulous four she is forced to deal with something she has never experienced before, friendship and maybe even a little bit if romance.

The Black Parade is dead.The Killjoys are born.