We Control the Holy Emo Trinity
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 138
  • Votes 17
  • Parts 3
  • Time 16m
Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2016
So one day, Leigh and Destiny stumbled upon a game. But this was no ordinary game-it was a simulation game. 

Now Leigh and Destiny are...well...fangirls. This makes them decide to create the Holy Emo Trinity. They can now control Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance, and Fall Out Boy. But what happens when the stuff that the two girls tell the characters in the game to do, happens in real life?

And what happens when these two teenage girls that are mega-fangirls finds out about their ability to control people? Well, anything.
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