Hey, whats up? This badass killjoy here is named Cyanide Bullet and if you don't know who and what I'm referring to, get the fuck off my page! I'm restarting all my stories, so if you liked them, I'm sorry :( I love Black Veil Brides, My Chemical Romance (THE BLACK PARADE IS NOT DEAD!) and many other bands that are in the genre. I'm Batman's secret helper they never put in the comics or movies, and we're totally best friends in crime fighting. Um, I also am a socially awkward turtle with only a few friends, and NOOOOBODY LOOOVES MEEEEEEEEEE! This has actually happened between my dad and me:

Me- When I was..
Dad- What?
Me- A young boy..
Dad- Oh god
Me- My father..
Dad-Not this again
Me- Took me into the city..
Dad- No, I didn't.
Me- To see a marching band..
Dad- You're not even a boy
Me- He said son when..
Dad- Stop.
Me-You grow up, would you be, you savor of the broken the beaten and the damned..
Dad- I never said that
Me- Will you? Defeat them?..
Dad- Defeat what?
Me- Your demons and all the non-believers..
Dad- Who are they?
Me-The plans that they have made..
Dad- What plans? What are you talking about??
Me- Because one day I'll leave you...
Dad- Okay this is getting old...
Me- A phantom...
Dad- Ghosts aren't real.
Me- To lead you in summer...
Dad- Its the middle of December!
Me- To join the Black Parade!!!
Dad- You're white and I'm calling your therapist, something is wrong with you.

Well, something along those lines! I'm almost always on, so if you wanna talk, talk to me, but I warn you, I'm extremely blunt and awkward. But. Still. I'm lonely. Talk to meh. I was blessed with the curse of social awkwardness. BMTH REFERENCE BOOM!