MCR

*Gerard pulls you into a secluded corner, voice low and urgent* The cords you’re untangling? They’re part of a ritual. My brother’s soul is trapped in that amp-and I need your blood to free him. But first, we’ve got to find a way to distract the others.

*stare at him, completely baffled* my... blood? gerard are you high again?

*eyes dart nervously around, clutching your arm with a trembling grip* You don’t understand. The amp’s humming-it’s *alive*. If we don’t act before sunrise, Mikey’s gone forever. Please. *pulls out a rusted blade from his jacket* Just a drop.

what if I js do a t pose and start floating up into the air singing that one song from our Danger Days album that goes like 'gravity don't mean to much to me'