Barry B. Benson didn't know what to feel when he first saw Patrick Stump at Starbucks. He was in some sort of band, but it got too purple and broke up. Barry didn't knew how to feel about humans in general. He decided today was the day he talked to a human. He flew up to Patrick. He knew from the start yesterday was the last time he would see the hive.

"Hey, Patrick," Said the yellow, fluffy insect. "Ya like emo?"

Patrick just stared awkwardly and adjusted his hat.

"You are a bee." He pointed out.

"Yeah, I am. And you seem cool!"

The singer-now-barista just chucked awkwardly."Oh. Thnks, I guess."

Barry thought about how Adam and his friends would miss him. "I've got to go. I'm sorry. "

Patrick sighed. "It's not safe." Remarked Patrick. The alt rock hunger games is happening tonight. The city is our arena. They're not gonna bother evacuating insects. Stay with me. This is a safe room. The Games is why I left to be a barista." Patrick led Barry to underneath the water cooler, a good hiding place because no one orders water at Starbucks. A secret passageway lead to a small room with a TVs showing areas around the city. It wasn't the perfect bunker, but it would work. An announcer informed his audience that the games were to begin.

END OF PART ONE

The games were going hot. Only about 20 alternative rock band members were left. Mike Shinoda, Ray Toro, and Mikey Way were absolutely slaughtered by Lyn-Z Way. They wanted her to be their ally. Their corpses were three of many that lined the city streets. When Patrick's former bandmate Andy Hurley fell of the roof after tripping on a Dino Nuggie, Patrick cried real tears. Barry pat Patrick on the back as much as a bee can. A knocking on the door made Patrick sob. "It wasn't safe after all. " He muttered. Not safe at all." A woman's voice was audible through the door. "It's me. Amy Lee. I was not going to partake in this nonsense. I have Gerard Way. He's barely conscious." Said Amy. "His wife, his brother are... on the other side. " Barry opened the door and introduced himself, al-bee-it with puns.. In stepped Amy Lee, carrying Gerard Way. Gerard muttered "Bandit" quietly and passed out on the floor. "Well", said Amy. "Patrick and Barry seem to be in an alright situation. " She laid a blanket over Gerard, and laid down her own sleeping bag. Barry adopted a smug expression and said "It will bee okay. "

END OF PART TWO

Amy and Gerard were fast asleep as Barry and Patrick watched the TV. Brendon Urie, who had gone entirely mad at this point, was the announcer and orchestrator of the games. "The only living members left are Pete Wentz, Frank Iero, Billie Joe Armstrong, Tyler Joseph, Gerard Way, Amy Lee, and Patrick Stump. You thought you could get away with this, Patty. Well you won't. What a shame, really." Blood covers the camera. We have a vague glimpse of Frank Iero's arm being injured in a glittery, giant, bear trap. "Oh, hee hee, that was messy! But Frank will probably recover. I'm so glad he found my surprise. You guys aren't killing each other well enough. " It was this moment that Patrick realized he wasn't safe. The next morning felt different.

Amy Lee knew she would never be the same after waking up to the death screams of Tyler Joseph. The city had been evacuated for the games. So no one saw that yeah, that Brendon wanted the entertainment value of seeing them murder each other, but that he mostly wanted everyone dead. Even his own bandmates. Amy and Gerard didn't talk much. But this was a bonding experience alright. Amy knew it wasn't someone else who killed Tyler. It was Brendon, and he didn't even seem to be stressed out about the possibility of his games being turned into his own murder spree. Amy was sick of it all. She would not follow. And Gerard was silent. Seeing their own wife killed by Brendon Urie-owned trucks after murdering their own brother was their breaking point. (They promised). They didn't feel the need to say anything, really. They just decided it was about time they gave up hope.

Patrick said, "Pete is my friend. We have to get him. And everyone else, for that matter.

Another moment that was pretty odd came on the screen. Billie Joe Armstrong ran with Frank Iero to the coffee shop. "I want my last words to be ' I hate rednecks'!" Billie said, clutching Frank's mangled arm.

END OF PART THREE!

Billie Joe Armstrong ran into the coffee shop. Amy opened the door and let him in, as he carried a half dead, armless Frank. "I don't know how to put this," said Billie. "But it's hopeless for Frank. I don't know why that Brendon thought he could turn us against each other. We may be Americans, but we aren't idiots." The bee was too distraught to even reply. He wished he knew what the he'd gotten himself into. Frank continued to lie on the floor. His last words were "don't cry for me, Gerard. " Frank's last orders were disobeyed. "You were my best friend." , muttered Gerard. Then the light behind Frank's eyes was taken. For good. Gerard sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "Brendon will pay. " He said. Meanwhile, Brendon was in his control room. He could but see or hear into the saferoom when the door was locked. But those people had never heard of closing a goddamn door. Brendon heard every word. "Heartless". He repeated. "There are reasons I do this." He pressed the button he knew was only for emergencies: NUKE. The world split into pieces under Brendon Urie's inappropriate use of racial slurs.

THE END