I don’t know how much time I have left. I don’t know who can be trusted anymore… My name is Frank Anthony Iero Jr…if a Killjoy finds this, I’m known as Fun Ghoul. Please…just hear me out on what I need to say. This war between Better Living and…and the Killjoys. It’s all a giant scam.

They’re not…they’re not the true enemy. At first, maybe…but now… We’re dead. We can’t fight them off much longer…you need to go back. Back to before the four of us left to Zone XI 3-1.4…New Vegas…Killjoys aren’t supposed to die. They were so cold though…I don’t know who’s still out there…

Saw…find Saw. That’s what I remember…and they had a date…1845? 1854? No…15- Shit! I don’t have much longer…that date though. It’s important. The Dracs…Better Living…Korse…they’re all just pawns! It means nothing. The year is 2024…we thought…we thought wrong… Stay with the vampires, and don’t trust…don’t trust anyone! Especially your family…your friends...

Back to where this began…after…after Korse and Battery City…when we left…left California. Back then. That’s when this started…the pain…the drugs…the hate…Don’t trust them! Only the vampires…only the undead…they’ve seen both lights…the darkness…Avoid the dark…

Avoid the men in masks… I won’t let them touch me again…turn back now… Shoot from the hip…Aim for the head…nothing but lead…

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Notes

This is real short, but its a glimpse into what's going to happen! This is my first /real/ slash story so...I would love to know what you all think! Next chapter (longer I promise!) will be up by soon.