-male reader- 'Being the son of such an intense man wasn't easy. The expectations alone were enough to crush anyone. Sure, there were perks: power, freedom, getting away with things other people couldn't, but it was isolating. There was never time to make real friends, and the few I tried to have never stuck around. They didn't get it. But then I met someone who did. His father was a leader too, and he carried his own impossible expectations. For once, someone understood me. It was good- really good. And now he's gone. I guess good things don't last forever.'

Male reader yippie! Ah yes, summer camp. The place your parents send you over the summer to prevent you from rotting in your room. It's all fun, except for the fact odd figures keep appearing in the corner of your eyes that only you seem to be able to see.

BOOK TWO {male reader} 'My chair screeched back across the tile as I stood so fast it tipped. Before he could blink, I crossed the room and drove my fist straight into his face. The crack was satisfying as hell, the kind of sound that says you had that coming.'

{Male reader} 'I clenched my eyes shut as a felt a presence above me, well fuck. Goodbye sweet world. Goodbye Gerard Way, you iconic legend. I heard a raspy voice mutter "Go to sleep-" "wait!" I butted in. God fucking damn it, just die a tragic death you don't need to try to do something thats basically useless! damn you human instincts.'