Entire Dove Keeper, epilogue and (almost) sequel Frank is a seventeen year old who doesn't want to grow up and has little aspirations for anything beyond standing outside the local liquor store and getting drunk. But when he meets Gerard, the old, ageing, and well known fag artist, he is offered something he cannot turn down. (Some chapters are private and you just need to follow me to view them.) This is not my story. I did not write this. Credit goes to underwater_sky and xunderzenithx on LiveJournal. COVER IS ORIGINAL ART FROM AUTHORS LIVEJOURNAL)

Dear Gerard, You're gone now. I want you back. Mikey x (sequel to Camisado)

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In da awesome kingdom of emo-ly emo-ness there lived a sparkly unicorn called Mikey Sparkle, his sassy lemon brother Gerard, a happy little smol bean named Tyjo and the small Fedora king known as King Pattycakes of the Majestic Fedora Citizens. Oh, and then there's the human Breadbin and his boyfriend Ryrofrigerator who is very good at storing milk. Did I also mention Vic, who is a mathematical genius who likes spinning around in circles? Coz he's in this too. And the Kellybean with a strange addiction to black skinny jeans. There are other emo-ly emos in this, but I'm going to start the story now.

Gerard Way has made his mind up. He is going to commit suicide in eighteen days time. So he's decided to write letters. One everyday, up until March 22nd, the day he's planned to die on. Mikey, Gerard's brother, and Frank, his best friend, have no idea. Their still living their lives, oblivious that Gerard wants to end his. Will Gerard change his mind, or is has he been doomed to die from the start? (Obviously this story will tackle heavy issues. Reader discretion is advised) [Also, there is Frerard and Petekey. Enjoy]

I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.

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WARNING⚠️: THIS IS NOT MY STORY, I'M JUST POSTING IT ON HERE SO THAT IT'S EASIER FOR YOU GUYS TO FIND. ALL CREDITS GOES TO THE AUTHOR, NOT ME.

Yeah, what you critics said would never happen We dedicate this album to anybody People who said We couldn't make it To the fans that held us down Till anybody came around Welcome... It's here