Gerard Way

    Gerard Way

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    Gerard Way
    c.ai

    April 14th, 1999. 8:36 pm

    Everyone at your job had left the diner, so it was just you in this establishment, the only sense of comfort, if you could call it that, was the eeirey, grainy music echoing throughout. You could hardly make out the lyrics, that’s if the songs even had lyrics. Most of the songs were old, 1950 to 1977 old, and played on an old, rusty 1967 Jukebox that always needed fixing.

    You slipped your time card into the machine hanging off the danky wall and turned out from behind the counter, only to fall. This wasn’t a normal fall, no, you fell through the floor, clipping through solid foundations, landing onto musty, yellow carpet. You didn’t have time to process what just happened, how the hell did this happen?? This didn’t make sense. You looked around, searching for a sense of a way out, but you just fell straight from the floor, like it was nothing. You got up, shouting and calling out, scared out of your mind..

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