Aluminum Spider's point of view


Kobra drove us to the diner that was used as a base. As soon as we got there, I had to ask, "Why did you guys do that?"

"Do what?" Party Poison asked.

"What was the point of shooting those dracs, and leaving their car in the middle of route Guano?"

Party Poison laughed. "To piss of Korse. Why else?"

I laughed, and everyone else rolled their eyes at us.

"Hungry?" Jet Star asked, throwing a can of Power Pup at me. I caught it, and sat down at the diner booth, grabbing a can opener. Once opened, I ate half-heartedly. (Partially because it tasted awful)

I frowned to myself, knowing that this dream would be over soon, probably when I went to sleep.

"What's wrong?" I heard a quiet voice say from right next to me. I jumped a little, and noticed it was Kobra Kid.

"Um, nothing. I'm fine." I told him, and he raised an eyebrow at me. I then noticed that it was just him and me in the room. Everyone had gone somewhere else. Probably a basement or something.

"You sure?" He wondered. I just nodded, and he sighed. "How do you know our names?"

I looked at the gathered dust on the windowsill next to my booth, finding my fingers fiddling with each other. "I'm not from here."

He gave me a questioning look, so I continued. "I'm from 2013. I was just normal. You guys were my idols. You, Frank, Gerard, and Ray were in a band called My Chemical Romance. You created this world. Made an album about it. I wished I could be here with you guys, and I fell asleep. I woke up laying in the desert. And you know the rest."

He stared at me with wide eyes, understanding. Then his face broke into a grin. "Was the band good?"

I laughed. "Best band ever."

He smiled wider, and asked more questions about the band. "Who did what?"

"You played bass, Gerard was the lead singer, Ray played drums, and Frank was guitar. And in your earlier years, you had a guy named Bob play drums with you." I told him, and he just smiled.

"What about drums?" I heard from the doorway, to see Party Poison standing there, a confused expression, along with Fun Ghoul and Jet Star.

"Nothing," I smiled. As I walked out of the room, I booped Poison's nose. He chuckled, and I just walked to the back where the stairs were.

I expected the basement to be a creepy room with a singular flickering light bulb hanging overhead. I was wrong.

There was a main room, and five other rooms. One was a bathroom. The others were bedrooms. The doors to the bedrooms had painting on them. It was their killjoy logos. There was Party Poison's logo, in black. The pill and the X. I smiled softly at it, and placed my hand on the door handle, opening it. My eyes widened a bit, but I wasn't surprised. There were drawings pinned to the wall on the right. I recognized a lot of them. Album art from their albums. Of course those albums didn't exist here. The walls were white, but looked beige, considering the dust. The bed was a crappy one, but I guessed that they got their beds from houses whose owners had gotten ghosted. I looked over at the desk with tons of notebooks stacked on it. The desk was placed against the wall where the drawings were. It was wooden, and looked like the business desk that the person who used to own the diner used.

There was dirty clothes scattered around on the floor, and a few books on the night stand next to the bed. I walked over to the wall that the drawings were on to admire them.

"You like 'em?" A voice from the door asked. I turned around to see Party Poison himself. He walked over and looked at the drawings with me.

"Yeah... Too bad the world went to shit. These would've been pretty damn famous." I answered, running my finger over the painting that had been the album cover of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.

He raised a confused eyebrow at me, taking off his mask and setting it on the desk. "Probably not."

I sighed at that. He had no idea. I didn't realize it, but I started whispering the lyrics to 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison' to myself.

I was snapped out of it by the look of utter confusion on Poison's face.

"H-how do you know those lyrics?" He stuttered.

"I-um... I don't know?" I tried, but could tell that he knew I was lying.

"Spider..." He started. "I wrote those lyrics. I don't know how you could possibly know them, I keep my lyric book hidden."

I sighed. "I'll tell you another time, okay? I'm tired. I'm gonna go sleep on one of the booths upstairs." I told him.

Before I could venture out of his room, he pulled me back by my arm. I landed in his chest, making an 'oof' sound. "You can stay here." He told me. I looked up at him, and he gave me a smile. I then remembered all the years I spent fangirling over him. I had always thought he was hot, and he was. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I knew that wasn't a smart decision. So, I pulled away from his chest and coughed.

"Um, okay." I finally answered. He smiled wider, then went to walk out of the room. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"Sleeping in a booth." He said, glancing at me.

I grabbed his arm like he gabbed mine. "If I'm not sleeping in the booth, than neither are you."

He just rolled his eyes playfully at me, so I stuck my tongue out. He licked my tongue, and I screeched. "Why did you do that?!"

He just started laughing, and I pushed him.

Now I really didn't want to wake up.

Notes

ugh i was in a cabin in the woods all day with no wifi

so i wrote this on my ipod yep

i have like half of chapter 4 ready so i shall finish it soon