Two Faced

Two Faced

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I had always loved him, Brendon Urie. His music was there for me when nobody else was. But who would imagine he would choose to sit next to me in the empty theatre? The man I loved is not the man beside me, he's... different. Like he's not alone in his head. I'm not alone when I'm with him, or should I say them. Warning: strong language, and talks about multiple personality disorder Planning to update every Thursday, Saturday, and Tuesday
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Brendon Boyd Urie was a citizen of a small town during the victorian era. He lived his life normal and peacefully. He was a rather royal citizen and was married as soon as he reached adulthood. To his "luck" his wife Mary only wanted the money for her own good. After a few years of marriage she had enough of sharing it and killed Brendon with poison so no one would suspect a thing. During his last moments Brendon wrote a little letter that read: "Mary did it!" He could only hope that people would find it. A few days later was his funeral. Nobody knew why their beloved friend or family member had died in such a young age but they could find anything. During the funeral Brendon found himself being in the same room as all the others. He wanted to yell and tell everybody that Mary killed him but nobody reacted. Well nearly nobody. One girl did. It was one of the maids. ♤♡◇♧ A new fanfiction in which you will be the maid. You will be the only person who's able to see and hear the ghost of Brendon. Both of you need to find a way to relive him. The last step will be to show the crowd the piece of paper but who will know if you even come that far and if you do, what will happen after that with you two? Time will tell.

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