DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, we do not own My Chemical Romance. However, they do encourage fan stuff.

AN: I am still working on The Fifth Pip and will update as soon as possible but I got distracted by Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulois Killjoys (My Chemical Romance's sourth and most recent album) and anyone who's listened to it/watched any of the videos will understand why. You don't need to watch the videos or listen to the music to understand this story but I suggest you do - not only is it awesome but it will also give you a different perspective on the story and you can decide for yourself if this interpretation is right. My sister is actually co-writing this: we're both MCRmy recruits. Join the revolution! Killjoys make some noise!

AN 2: This is a reupload of the first chapter since we actually mixed up two of the names. Sorry about that. It's the same chapter just with the name's changed around. Thanks to GreggoAddict for pointing out our mistake. One gold star for you! :)

Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

'Art is the Weapon.

Your Imagination is the Ammunition.
Stay Dirty, and Stay Dangerous.
Create and Destroy as you see fit.
Embrace your Originality.
The Aftermath is Secondary.
You can and should do Anything.'

"Too long," Jet Star said, and although he was wearing sunglasses, they all knew he was rolling his eyes at the poster. It was quite rare for Jet Star to express his opinion so boldly but even his shy personality would not stop him from stating the obvious to his friend. His afro hair was greasy and uncared for, but looks were hardly the top priority when it came to being a Killjoy.

Fun Ghoul nodded in agreement, his straight dark hair falling over his left eye as he did so. His hand tucked it behind his ear – he was always paranoid of a draculoid attack and so wanted perfect vision. Really, he needed to cut his hair but he could not quite bring himself to destroy one of the few things that remained the same from before the Event.

"No one will get behind that as a manifesto. We can tell people that is why we are fighting if they ask but it's no good shoving something like that done people's throats. It sounds like the sort of trash Better Living would come up with."

Kobra Kid looked upset. His blonde hair, bleached by the desert sun, was greased back from his face. He shoved in his pockets and slouched lower in his chair in disappointment. He had tried his best but posters and slogons weren't his thing - music was. No amount of words could ever describe the feeling Kobra Kid had when he picked up a bass guitar, when his fingers would move and create wonderful sounds without conscious thought.

"I thought it was good, KK," said Party Poison loyally. PP's red hair glimmered in the sunlight and reflected his usual personality: anger and defiance. But Party Poison did have his moments when he calmly stood his ground and defended his brother. Though he had been sober and clean for many years now, it was still a struggle for him and he worried constantly that the anger he now controlled would one day get the better of him.

"C'mon PP. Blood may be thicker than water but there's no denying that it sucks. It simply won't catch people's attention," Docter Death Defying said, "We need one phrase. I would go for 'The Aftermath is Secondary' if BL/IND weren't using it already." He cracked his hands with his fingerless gloves – yes, it was hardly healthy but nor was his regular 'liver missile' as he called it. It was just a dirty habit but there was no denying he made a great leader and voice to the rebels.

"How about 'Killjoys make some noise?'" a small voice asked nervously. The others all turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was a small girl. She had wild brown curly hair (and to this extent looked like a Jet Star Junior, only cute) with an innocent looking face. Her young brown eyes lacked the terrible things the others had witnessed since the the events from 2012 onwards, all thanks to BL/Ind. She looked to be about 10 years old. She was seated at the edge of the small radio control desk they were all sat around. The small pirate radio station was hidden in the back of an old abandoned diner.

"You really are a Killjoy, aren't you, Bittersweet," Dr Death Defying found himself saying, a small smile on his face, "I must admit, I had my doubts about agreeing to meet you this morning. There's so few kids who really and truly choose not to take the pills and fewer still who can track me down. Those who can are either BL/Ind agents or geniuses. It seems you're the latter because no BL/Ind druggie could come up with a line like that. Which means, Bittersweet, yes, that's the line we've been looking for."

The others all nodded in agreement, even Kobra Kid, and Bittersweet's face split into a huge smile. This was the first genuine smile that had crossed her face since leaving her family and becoming a Killjoy two months ago. Life had been hard for her since then and the pull of her old life had been strong. She had been alone up until she had managed to follow the clues Dr Death Defying left for the rebels to find each other. Only non-druggies could follow them. It needed free thought. It was somewhat of a miracle that she, as a 10 year old girl, had managed to survive up until now or not the have gone mad at the constant loneliness. But here she was right now, providing the inspiration to her idols.

"Right. Next question. Who's going to take Bittersweet under their wing? She might be bright but she's still a kid and I'm no babysitter," Dr Death Defying said, moving on from the unusual event of paying someone a compliment, particularily to little kids. People he met had to earn his respect - it was far too dangerous to trust freely these days. Bitter experience had taught him that. He trusted the Fabulous Killjoys with his life – literally. He had known them from before the Events that had changed the world, back when they all had different names. Real names. He had trusted them then and he trusted them now. He owed his life and his freedom several times over to them and they likewise.

"Well, we'll look after her, Dr D," Party Poison said, as if it was obvious, "She can come with us." The other Killjoys looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"Oh really?" Doctor Death Defying said, "You're going to take her to Battery City. Are you crazy?"

"C'mon guys," Party Poison said, addressing the other Killjoys, "We're all in danger. She'll be safer with us than alone. We're trying to save the world here. I'm sure we can look after one kid. If we can't manage that, well the world is fucked!"

"Out of the question," Doctor Death Defying said, "It's too dangerous. You don't need the responsibility of keeping anyone alive besides youself. You've got enough on your plate as it is."

"Don't I get a say in this?" Bittersweet managed to say. The others looked at her. She was so quiet, it was sometimes easy to forget she was even there.

"I'm not looking for a babysitter," she continued, "I've managed to survive the last two months alone. You can leave me behind if you want but I'm going to get to Battery City one way or another. I'd appreciate a lift."

"Well… I like her," Jet Star spoke up, "She's cool. She's got an afro after all, so she's got my vote."

"She's got an afro," Party Poison repeated Jet Star's words, "Well that makes a crap reason but seeing as you're agreeing with me, I'll let that example of stupidity pass for now, OK?"

"It doesn't sound like we have a choice in the matter," Fun Ghoul said, "It sounds like she'd come one way or another. You've got my vote."

All eyes looked towards Kobra Kid for his vote. By taking a majority vote, Bittersweet would already be joining them but it was Killjoy style to decide upon all things together.

"Oh go on then," Kobra Kid shrugged, "I'm sick of your company anyway and I bet Bittersweet would pick my side when it comes to whose turn it is to collect firewood," he said, staring daggers towards Party Poison, "Just because you're the older brother doesn't mean you can get your way all the time, you know."

"I still think it's a bad idea," Dr Death Defying stated, "I think you're all crazy."

Fun Ghoul smirked and winked as he said, "Well of course we are. We're the Fabulous Killjoys."

AN: Hope you like it. This is the first time I've ever tried anything like this, so I hope it works.