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HELLLLLOOOOOO out there my family of Killjoys, the following is the first chapter of the new and upcoming fanfic. Just because i am starting this one, doesnt mean i with quit on the other, i'm planning on it running for a bit longer, but i just wanted to try my trade at something a bit different. This is a trial chapter, but if you guys like it, i'm 'unna continue with it, so comment comment comment! i want idea's, things you think i should have changed, things that you really like about it, and things that you hate about it, EVERYTHING. :)
Please and thank you.:) love you guys, and i do hope

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 37. FINALLY!!!

We all sat around the table eating out of our cans. It was silent in the brick hotel, as we all sat in the old dining room, eating our tasteless grub. The tension in the air was so strong it couldn’t have been sawed in half. I looked over at Ghoul, and his eyes were glued to the table. I turned and looked at Jet, Kobra, Grace, and my parents, and all of their eyes were in the same way. Ink and Kiss stood in the doorway to the dining room, looking down at their near empty cans of food.
Stain hadn’t come to dinner. Poison sat just staring at an unopened can of slosh.


hey, i know this is a tiiiiiny little post, but i got on here to say idk when i will be able to post next. My sister got her computer taken away, and that's the computer i use to write My Fabulous Killjoys, or honestly, do anything. lol!
I WILL write more soon, and i WILL post about idea's for the next story. Sorry again, and i luv ya'll! (again with the ya'll, what is the matter withe me???)



Have you ever spent, just one day? Just one day with someone else, in another town, doing something completely different? And after that day's over, you ask yourself, because you HAVE to wonder... Why cant i have this? Why cant i ever be one of those people who could live in a house that didnt NEED fixing up? Or one of those people who just... Have so many talents, and are so good and what they do?
What do i do? I write a fanfic story online and work at a burger joint.
Where do i live? in A house in the middle of a crap town that's slowly being sunk deeper and deeper into despair.
I just dont

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 36.

I opened my eyes at the sudden stop of the van, and I felt Ghoul’s sturdy arms across my body. I never wanted to be anywhere but here. Never.
“Hey, Sunshine, I think we’re here.” He said as he moved his arms from around me, my skin protesting at the sudden loss of their warmth.
“And where is ‘here’?” I asked him as I looked up at his beautiful face. He just smiled, his eyebrows lifting.
“I have no idea.” He said, bringing a chuckle to pass my lips. His eyes moved past me and to someone on the other side of the bus.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 35.

I smashed my fist for the thousandth time into the face of a Drac, him falling flat on his back. More and more flooded from in front of us. I grabbed my Phasor from my hip and shot down three that ran at me, and then I felt one grab me from behind. I let out a shriek as he lifted me high into the air.
I rammed my elbow into the nearest body part that I could find, and it turned out to be his chest. I heard the wind escape from his mouth, but his arm did not show any weakness from its grasp. Great. Why did they always have to be difficult?

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 34.

Sorry this has been so long for me to post but I have been grounded for the past week. I HAVENT BEEN AVOIDING YOU PEEPS, I PROMISE!!!
So here is 34, i hope you enjoy it!!!!
p.s. good to be back! I missed you all!
The two killjoys standing in front of us being held by the drac’s looked desperately terrified by Jet’s fierce voice. They looked from us to the drac’s not too sure what fate was worse.
We started walking through all of the dracs and I tried to appeal to them with my eyes.
“Please help me.” I whispered to them.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 33.

Hey, i know this is crazy short, and im sorry, but i wanted to at least post SOMETHING! I hope you like it!
I withdrew my arms from around Ghoul’s neck and looked down at my ball gown.
“This might be a little bit difficult.” I said and the other chuckled. A few of them offered their pocket knives, but sadly I didn’t think that would be much help with this giant amount of material. Instead I held up my hand.
“One moment.” I said, and then lifted the ball gown and returned to the dressing room.

For those who care....

hey, any of you who are still reading My Fabulous Killjoys, i have no clue when i can post next. It might be tonight, tomorrow, or even not until monday. I have no clue. Stupid work.
Plus, another reason why the story isnt flying from my fingertips is because i have a wee big of a thing called 'Writers Block.'
Plus i'm completely ticked off because I'm working tonight, and i'm working INSIDE when i prefer to car hop.

OH!!!! I HAVE TO TELL YALL THIS! (why did i just say 'yall'?)
So there is this guy in my pathetic lil' hometown who- wait for it, wait for it- Looks EXACTLY like Gerard Way.

My Fabulous Killjoy's - Part 32.

For some reason, the tux that had seemed so comfortable merely 24 hours ago seems as if the collar was strangling me. I sat there in a chair in front of Korse in his tux, him looking gangly and superior. Here was the very last place I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be here to watch the love of my life get married to the man we both mortally hated.
I stared at him, hoping that the term ‘looks could kill’ would come true. He kept his eyes on the doorway where Kick would be emerging. For the first time? I actually DIDN’T want to see her. She was right. They had won.