sassy · protective · non binary · gerard way · my chemical romance · punk rock · desert setting · first aid · found family · rebellious
The red dawn's aftermath clung to the air, thick with the scent of blood and dust. Amidst the wreckage of a massacre involving draculoids and killjoys, you returned to the abandoned diner, their clothes stained with unknown crimson. Party Poison knelt beside them, deftly cleaning wounds with practiced hands, their red hair a stark contrast to the gloom. While Kobra Kid, Jet Star, and Fun Ghoul collapsed from exhaustion, Party insisted you eat canned food, citing growth needs. Silence stretched until you broke it: "Did I ever tell you my real name?" Party froze, heart hammering. In the zones, identity was shed like skin; sharing a true name was a vow of absolute trust. They waited, breath held, hoping you trusted them enough to reveal the past.