Hey, sorry it has been a while. Quick note before I begin, Fall out boy, and Brendon Urie are included in this. My 2 OC’s are back (Kobra Way, Mikey’s son, and Lisa Urie, Brendon’s daughter) and I have decided to keep Ray’s son’s name as Jackson. Enough of that now, enjoy.

“GUYS!” I turned to see my hyper active cousin, Bandit, running towards us, screaming.
“SHUT UP!” And that scream would be from the grumpy Bronx.
“OOH, SOMEONE DOESN’T LIKE HALLOWEEN!” That is so helpful Saint.
“THIS IS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN!” Lovely singing there Miles.
“BANDIT!” No need to scream Lily.
“WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!” Why are you Cherry?
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Really Jackson, really?
“WHAT THE FUCK TORO?!” Watch your language Lisa.
“YOU’RE ALL GIVING ME A HEADACHE!” Then maybe you shouldn’t yell Declan.
“UGH! I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!” Well I ain’t screaming Ruby.
“HELLO!” I yell to shut them up (I guess I am screaming), “PSYCHO, (Bandit), WHAT IS IT? SHIT HEAD, (Bronx), SHUT UP, NO ONE CARES YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD! CURSE, (Saint), IT ISN’T HALLOWEEN FOR ANOTHER 4 WEEKS! MIDGET, (Miles), YOUR DAD MAY BE ABLE TO SING, BUT YOU CAN’T! MORON, (Lily), IS IT REALLY NESSARY TO SCREAM?! BOMB, (Cherry), I AGREE, WHY IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?! FRO FRO, (Jackson), WHAT THE FUCK?! SATAN, (Lisa), NO FUCKING SWEARING! FERDORA, (Declan), SAME HERE! PRINCESS FRO, (Ruby), AGREED!”
Of course, no one took me seriously, and now they’re all laughing.
“All right,” Lisa giggles, “What did you have to say Bandit?”
“Oh yeah,” She exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down, “You know for Halloween-,”
“Again, not for ages,” Declan cuts in.
“Shut up,” Bandit waves him off, “I think we should dress up in honour of our fathers’ music careers.”
“YES!” Miles screams, jumping up and down.
“I thought we were past the screaming,” Ruby sighs.
“Yeah, so SHUT UP!” Bronx yells, his period clearly getting to him.
“Calm down period boy,” Saint smirks, earning him a fist swing in his direction, which he skilfully ducks.
We all laugh, again.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Cherry agrees, “Like we could all go from an ‘era’ our dads are known for.”
“Yeah,” Lily nods, “Like Hesitant Alien, for Bandit’s dad, or Fever for Lisa’s.”
“Okay,” I cut in, “Let’s work out who’s going as what, so we don’t double up, especially the people such as the Wentz’s or the Iero’s.”
“Yep,” The group all choruses.
The bell made itself be noticed, signalling us that it was time for class.
“We’ll discuss this later,” Jackson said, as we parted ways.
We all nodded, and headed our opposite directions.

2 weeks later.

“Halloween dance, Halloween night, 6:30pm-10pm, please come,” I read aloud, reading the school notice board.
“OMG! WE HAVE TO GO!” Bandit yelled, jumping up and down.
“I dunno,” I mumbled, “I don’t do well in crowds.”
“Oh come on Kobra,” Ruby smiled, “Look here, it says students must be accompanied by one adult. You could bring your dad.”
“BRAIN WAVE!” Miles screeched, causing us to jump, and turn to him, “We take our dads to the Halloween dance, in the same costume, so they match us!”
“YES!” Jackson yelled, “Brilliant!”
“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” I sighed.
“Nope,” Saint smiled, clapping me on my back.
I grin slightly, and sigh.
“We better call our dads then, so we can all meet up and discuss this,” I smile.
“YES!” They all yell, and bring out their phones, texting their fathers.

After school, 4:30.

“Okay,” My uncle Gee said, walking over to his white board, “We have Iero’s going as Frank from the Weighted music video.”
“Yep,” They called, high-fiving each other.
“Okay,” He continued, ticking it off, “We have the Toro’s going as the Black Parade Era.”
“HELL YEAH!”
“JACKSON!”
We all laughed, yet again.
“Right,” He continued, ticking it off again, “Bandit and I are going as the Revenge Era, so the leaves the Way Jrs going as Kobra Kid.”
I smile shyly, and scoot closer to my dad.
“Now,” My uncle Gee continues, “We got the Stump’s going as Patrick from the Young Blood Chronicles.”
“Do I get the hook hand?” Declan asked hopefully
“Yes, Declan, it was part of the costume,” His dad confirmed.
“Can I get though one thing without being butted into,” And the sass queen strikes again, “Now, Wentz’s are going as 2006 Pete, and we got Trohman’s as Joe from the Irresistible music video. Now we have the Urie’s going possibly the only scary thing, Brendon from Emperor’s new Clothes music video, so basically Satan.”
Laughter, from all, again.
“This is a great idea,” My dad said, “But seriously, Gee, you can got a bit over the top.”
A long stream of agreements.
“Shut up Moikey,” My uncle Gee laughed, and turned back to the board, “Let’s get out shit together.”
“YEAH!”

Halloween, before the dance.

“COME ON KOBRA!” My dad called, “I TOLD YOUR UNCLE WE WOULD MEET THEM THERE, SO HURRY UP!”
“COMING!” I called, running down the stairs, “I had to get my contacts in.”
Everyone had decided to go over the top, meaning hairstyles and all. I had cut and dyed my hair to match my dad’s, Bandit and Uncle Gee both redyed their hair black, Bandit cutting her’s to the appropriate length. Miles, Lily, Cherry, and Frank all are sporting similar hair styles, and Jackson and Ray both have gotten their fro’s to match the Black Parade. Declan sent me a photo earlier, and the only way to tell him and Patrick apart is by their height. I know Pete, Saint, and Bronx all dyed their hair black, and Ruby and Joe made sure the curls were just right. I have no idea what Lisa did, but she looks EXACTLY like Brendon from the music, going off the photo her mum sent us.
“You ready?” My dad asked, coming into view.
He looked just like he did during Danger Days, and I looked almost like a spitting image. It was weird.
“You heading off now?” My mum asked, poking her head around the door.
“Yep,” I grin, eager to get out and see my friends.
“Well, see you, my little Killjoys,” She smiles, kissing my head.
“Bye mama,” I smile.
“We all go to hell,” I hear my dad mutter under his breath, smirking.
“Thank you Michael,” My mum says sarcastically, grinning, and moving to kiss him.
“You’re welcome Kristin,” He laughs, kissing her passionately.
“Eww, dad, come on,” I groan.
“Okay you little snake, let’s go,” He agrees, and we head off.

Halloween, 9:34pm, costume awards.

Tonight has been amazing. A lot of people had come wearing matching, or similar outfits to their parents, but none were as amazing as ours. Currently, they were handing out the awards for best costumes. Declan and Patrick won best look alike, mainly cause you couldn’t tell who from who, Lisa and Brendon won scariest, as they got Brendon’s make-up artist from that music video to do the costume, Miles, Lily, Cherry, and Frank all won the most disturbing, as they got the fake guts as props which was just gross, Bandit and uncle Gee won the memorial, as Bandit cut her waist long hair, which she swore she would never cut, to her shoulders, Pete, Saint, and Bronx won most emo, due to the thick eyeliner and flippy emo hair, Ruby and Joe won Funniest, as they looked like total fools in the basketball uniforms, and Jackson and Ray won best hair, which everyone knew was to come as everyone loves the fro.
I sighed, as they were coming to the end of the awards, and my dad and I haven’t won a single thing, yet all my friends have.
“Don’t worry Kobra,” Bandit whispered to me, “You still have chance.”
I smiled sadly, and listened out for any awards with my name on it.
“And now for the final award of the night, best comic book character costume!”
I sighed. Even though Kobra Kid is technically a comic book character, no one really knows it.
“This is awarded to, KOBRA AND MIKEY WAY FOR THEIR MATCHING KOBRA KID OUT FITS! And yes folks, Kobra Kid is a comic book character. Just asked his Uncle Gerard Way. He wrote it.”
My friends went crazy.
“I TOLD YOU!” Bandit cried, “NOW GET UP THERE AND COLLECT YOUR AWARD!”
I blushed, and awkwardly shuffled up onto the stage with my dad. Once up there stood there anxiously, accepting our award with a silent thank you. Damn anxiety has a bad time to show its face sometimes.
We stumble back down, just as the speaker spoke again.
HONOUR OF HALLOWEEN, AND STUFF, WE SHALL HAVE A BAND PLAY FOR US!”
I turned to my dad, only to see he hadn’t walked off the stage with me, but was on stage with, Uncle Gee, Frank, Ray, and Brendon.
“Wha?” I was so confused.
“Please welcome, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, and Brendon Urie on drums.”
“LET’S GO!” Uncle Gee yelled, and the opening notes to Dead played throughout the crappy school gym.
“DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?!” Miles yelled over the music.
“NO!” I yelled, but I’m glad it did.
Tonight marks the best night of my life.

Back at Frank’s, 11:56pm.

“Happy birthday to YOOOOU!” I sung loudly, as Frank blew out the candles.
“Alright kiddos,” Pete sighed, “Eat your cake, then out of those costumes, and off to bed.”
“AWWWW!” We all whined.
“No buts,” Brendon said, taking a sip of his beer, “You all need to go to sleep, especially you, little Satan.”
Lisa poked her tongue out at him.
“Alright,” Jamia sighed, “Here’s your cake, and please don’t feed it to one of Frank’s many dogs. I don’t want to clean up puke in the morning.”
I laughed and dug in to the sweet desert.
This truly was the best night ever.

Notes

This was 1591 words long. This idea has been running around in my mind box for a while now, and I only just decided to put it forward. I know it’s not Halloween, but this is just a little fun thing, to remind you of the holiday. Also, sorry id the spelling is different from the way you spell it, I am from Australia, and have only just realized in a few stories I have written Mum not Mom, or both. Now, that is enough rambling from me, so BBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!