1. Look Alive, Sunshine.
Look alive, sunshine! The word's echoed in his head, words from another life, when his Mom would say them, pulling back the curtains to a bright Jersey morning. Party Poison thought back, dreamily. Back to a life before the 2012 attack, and the Draculoids. To a life where he was Gerard Way.
"Look alive, sunshine" the words echoed again...
"Right, Party fuckin' Poison get you're sorry ass up right NOW" A voice screamed. Male, he knew. One of his fellow Fabulous Killjoys. Groggily, he pulled himself from slumber.
The old diner, HQ for all the Killjoys was dimly light by a single light. Dr Deathdefying sat in a corner, sounds of static could vaguely be heard as he tried to contact the ones in the zones.
"Finally." the voice said again "Oi, Jet Star, he's up"
It was the voice of Fun Ghoul, Party's team mate, close friend, and once secret lover. Party lifted his bright red head from the counter top he'd been sleeping on. Fun Ghoul looked at him, troubled.
"You were dreaming" Ghoul said "Of the other life..."
"Yeah, I was. Is it weird, that I don't miss it? I miss my Mom, and I miss the places, but, this life, it's like the comics we used to read, like the..." Party spoke the confusion of his mind, before being cut off by Jet-Star.
Jet-Star, was another of the Fabulous Killjoys. Taller than the rest, with sunshades, hiding his eyes, and the curled, afro-style hair. In the other life, he was a stand-back person, but now, he stood strong as a leader.
"No time Party, we need to get up and go. Now." the serious tone of his voice showed there would be no neogiating.
"Oi, Kobra Kid. Oh, Jesus Christ, really? What is it with you two brothers and sleep?"
The attention had been turned to Party Poison's brother, Kobra Kid, who lay across a floor behind the bar.
"KOBRA" Jet-Star screamed, but his sleep was too deep to break.
"You know, sometimes I wonder, I really fuckin' do" Jet-Star said, marching towards Kobra, who turned, slowly, still asleep.
Party and Ghoul looked on in amusement. Prehaps, they shouldn't find it funny, however in the situation, the small moments of humour, are always appricated.
Jet-Star crouched over Kobra Kid. He moved his face closer and closer towards the sleeping Killjoy.
"Kobra... kobra" he said softly, quiet clearly playing for his small audience.
"Kobra... KOBRA GET THE FUCK UP" his tone changing in seconds, and his face red.
Kobra Kid jumped awake, clearly startled by his wake up call.
"Car. Now." Jet-Star ordered, before marching out of HQ.
"I thought you were the almightly leader", Kobra said, confused from his rough upheaval.
"Better not keep him waiting," Party laughed, before leaving, Ghoul close behind.
Kobra stood up.
"Dr D. Is it wrong to dream of the other life?" He questioned. He too had dreamt of a time of peace, but knew, he much prefered his comic book life, to the bordem of his cat in New York City.
Dr.D offered no answer, but the sounds of Static rang on in the diner.
