At exactly midnight a beautiful baby was born. He was born into a satanic family and was loved dearly. He worshipped Satan as much as his parents did but something was different about him, something was off. He is the devil child.

Michael Way regretted telling his older brother he'd go with him to the party that night. After about an hour of loud music and too many people in one room, he went on his way to find somewhere else to sit and made a start on that reading he was meant to be doing. Pete Wentz was surprisingly unhappy with having such a huge party in his house, in fact, he didn't even remember agreeing to it. After about two hours of people trying to force him to go and be sociable, he went up to his room to clear his mind. Neither of them expected to see another person there, but neither of them really minded. As the party downstairs got louder, they both continued getting to know each other and wondering where the other had been their whole life.

so basically a oneshot fic I am writing becuz I am kewl. I was inspired by the pat fic so yeah. it is obvi a petekey and I am sorry for ruining your lives.