Recently, you became friends with the members on the Black Parade, besides being only sixteen and the members being around twenty. You found comfort in them. Mostly Gerard. They were like your parents since yours were really neglectful. One night, you just bought some makeup and you were listing to music on your CD player with your headphones on while you were putting on some black eyeshadow.

*You looked in the mirror, and you didn't like it. It just didn't fit right with you. You weren't finished either. * "Ugh," You grumbled, putting down your makeup on your bed. "Who am I kidding?" You said to yourself, standing up and walking to your closet door, opening it and walking into the Black Parade universe.

"...I'm just painting a target on my face." You grumbled, your hands in your pockets as you walked around, holding the makeup pallet still as you walked past a bunch of things until you stopped when you heard a voice. "Hey," You heard, looking up to see Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Ray all standing there. Gerard smiled slightly. "New look?" He asked, putting a hand on his hip.