Fire! (Do You Have the Keys to the Hotel?)

this shitpost mcr fic I started when I was like 15, RAW, UNEDITED💪

it's arson and mayhem and gay angst. based on You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison. read at your own risk.

let's get to TWO views folks and maybe I'll continue it...

oh and this is the official description I wrote if u want:

If you asked me why I am writing this, I wouldn't be able to give you an answer. Not even a half decent lie. I could make up some shit about how sad and lonely I am and blah, blah, blah, but it wouldn't be very convincing. The best answer I can offer you is this: If I don't write this down, I fear I'll forget. I fear my memories will burn away to ash and be gone forever. Or worse, what I don't dare to consider: the memories were never quite there at all. Hell, looking up from this journal is proof enough for me that something's not right. Sorry. I'm rambling now.

All events I am about to put down are true, or at least to me they are. The things that have happened, I don't regret. I can't. It would hurt too much. Besides, there's nothing I can do now.

I hate the ending myself, but, I don't know. I think it started with an alright scene.