For the past week, Glass Aconite had constantly found herself pinned to the radio, tucked away on her desk in her Battery City apartment. She rarely left her room, as she was constantly alerted by news about Better Living Industries (the thought of it made her gag), announcements from the enigmatic Dr. Death Defying (why couldn’t she learn more?), music by The Mad Gear and Missile Kid, and most important of all, warnings about the Fabulous Killjoys. She was fascinated by the reports, yearning to find them, even changing her name in the vain hope that they would someday learn of a fifth person to join them. However, she had yet to escape Battery City to find them. That would be the hardest part.
Glass’ regular listening to Dr. D had been interrupted. She groaned, turning to open the door. Her mother stood there, a vacant expression across her face. “What do you want?” Glass groaned, silencing the radio.
“Your father and I need to talk to you now, Marie,” she cooed. “It’s about-”
“Don’t call me that!” Glass groaned, flopping on the bed. “Leave me alone now…” She cranked the volume dial on the radio even higher, to block out her mother’s pleas.
“This is the problem!” her mother cried. “We’ve had to call your behavior into question too many times!’
“And what do you suggest I do about it?”
Her mother’s back stiffened. “I know not many people your age do this, but you’re constantly so brash, and that music…”
“The Mad Gear and Missile Kid?” Glass asked incredulously, lowering the volume. “What’s so bad about it?”
Her mother sighed, yet no emotion lingered in her voice. “We want you to start taking these.” In her outstretched hand was a small, white cannister of colored pills. They were from Better Living Industries.Glass recoiled, then looked in her mother’s blank eyes. She had started taking the pills a year ago, after constantly seeing the advertisements. She had never been the same.
“Of course,” Glass Aconite said weakly, gingerly taking the cannister and stuffing it in her back pocket. Her mother smiled. Glass knew it was a lie, as she gently turned off the radio in the hopes of appeasing her mother.
“Things are surely going to be better for us,” her mother said, leaning to kiss Glass’ forehead. “I’m so glad you’ve finally decided to join us.”
As her mother left the room, Glass Aconite ran towards her closet, and rummaged through briefly. Just as she had expected, a black leather jacket was neatly folded on the carpet. On top were a violet mask and ray gun, which she had proudly stolen and decorated. Glass stuffed the gun in her belt, and jammed the mask in her pocket, next to the pills. She tucked her radio into an army green backpack and slung it over her shoulder.
“I’m going out!” she shouted, grabbing her mother’s attention.
Her mother beamed. “Don’t go too far from Battery City, Marie. I would hate to see anything happen to you…”
Glass ran out the door, down the stairs, and out the building. The ground at her feet was rocky and sandy, she could already feel grains of sand in her sneakers. She smiled, tossing the pills at her feet and crushing the cannister. “Freedom,” she whispered, running past the city borders, scanning the desert landscape.

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She paced anxiously, clasping her ray gun in sweaty hands, desperate to find another sign of civilization, another person, another road. She pushed back her dirty ginger bangs; they kept falling in front of her eyes. Somehow, her short hair had grown filthy in only a matter of minutes,
Suddenly, the ground under Glass’ feet changed from rocky desert to asphalt. A winding road stretched before her, and she outstretched her arms in glee. “Hello?” she shouted, but her voice carried across the horizon unanswered. Damnit. Maybe this road was abandoned. She slumped down aside the road, counting the few clouds that streaked across the sky.
The sound of wheels made Glass’ ears picked up, as she stood, pulling her purple mask over her eyes. Who was there? She smiled bravely as the sound came closer. Maybe it would be a Draculoid she could take out! What would the people in Battery City think of her then-
A burnt yellow car slowed past her. The color had mostly faded, but it was emblazoned with various decals. Glass’ immediate favorite was the colossal black spider on the hood. The driver had a yellow mask, flaming red hair, and a blue leather jacket. The man next to him had long black hair, a black leather vest, and a green ray gun. Glass was speechless, filled with excitement and awe.
“Can we...help you?” the second man asked.

Notes

This is my first MCR fanfic, and even though I have only written the first chapter, it has certainly been a labor of love. Focusing on the Killjoys era required way more research than I had ever imagined.
Glass Aconite is my own Killjoy name, and I have based parts of her character/appearance on myself.
I will try to update as frequently as possible!