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Mikey POV

After my long and perilous journey around in a circle in my room, I finally settled downstairs next to Bandit. I have no clue what she was doing with an action figure of me, but whatever the reason is, she's okay with it. I saw Gerard come downstairs and look for something in the freezer.

"There it is!" He said, pulling out a sweet potato pop. Wait, didn't those only exist in "Everybody Hates Chris"? Yeah! In "Everybody Hates Homecoming"! Chris was going to meet a girl's parent's so he could take her to the homecoming dance and they did an impersination of "The Cosby Show". Unusual...But funny!

"Why is Bandit holding an action figure of me?" I asked the red head sucking on an ice pop flavored after a vegetable that I'm not even sure he liked.

"I taught her a new song I made up. It goes 'Oh I always keep a Mikey in my pocket!' and she seems to be taking my advice and holding it all day for the past week or so. She seems to enjoy it."

"My head just fell off on it."

"Bandit! I told you! Head is last!"

"What difference does it make?"

"ALL the difference." He scurried on upstairs to do whatever it is that Gerard's do. He never did tell me...You hear that? We've shared a room for over twenty years and he still hasn't told me what he does. Maybe...He throws fruit out the window...or...plays "Super Mario Galaxy"...

I looked over at my niece, who was admiring my decapitated action figure that lie in her hand. We were leaving for the Honda Civic Tour soon, and I wanted to spend some quality time with the ones I loved first. After about five minutes, I went on, you guessed it, Tumblr! Yes! I, Mikey Way, just went to explore Tumblr.

"Let's see here..." What could the people have to explore today? "WOAH! NO WAY! YES WAY! ME WAY? WE WAY! ME WAY? NO RAY!" I looked at that every day. It's hilarious! Whoever made it was a genious!

Bandit just spat my leg at my head. Ahhhh...toddlers... Nothing beats them! One time, I was watching Bandit with Alicia, and she-

Frank came running down the stairs at that time. No clue why, but he was looking for Gerard.

"Where's Gerard? I'm out of diapers!" Frank had twins daughters, Cherry and Lily. Cute kids, I watched them for him one time.

"Gerard's in his room eating a sweet potato pop, and how many diapers do those twins go through a day?"

"Not that many, it's just that the company doesn't provide enough."

"What company?"

"It's-"

...PLEASE STAND BY...

"You got that, Mikey?"

"Yeah, but why did we have to use a 'Please stand by'?"

"Not sure... See you later." He went back upstairs to look for Gerard again. He's a strange man. My phone beeped next to me, so I looked at the message.

If YoU wAnT tO kNoW wHaT yOu'Re BrOtHeR dOeS aLl DaY, hEeD mY iNsTrUcTiOnS.

What? Blackmail? Someone knows what my brother does all day. Maybe they know what kind of obsession he has with sweet potato pops.

"What are you looking at?" Lyn-z said, walking in and picking up Bandit.

"Nothing!" I said quickly, putting my phone to my chest.

"Are you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I-I-I-I was watching 'Ghost Adventures' on my phone. Yep! It's that cool." Lindsey and Bandit exchanged glances.

"Well, okay then..." She brought Bandit back upstairs as I looked at the message again. First and foremost, the person needs to learn grammar. Second, did my brother have a stalker? Just thinking of that gives me chills. I shivered at the thought and put the phone down. Maybe this person knows...Wait, isn't this just like in "Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door" where Mario needs to follow X's instructions to the Crystal Star? X talked in that language. Maybe it's just a prank... My phone beeped again.

"Maybe it's the Forever Alone guy?" I looked.

gO tO tHe StOrE aNd TaLk To ThE sIx YeAr OlD bOy

What the stinkin' heck does this dude want from me?...Oh well, I needed cheese anyway.

A/N As the disclaimer says, I owe nothing. For all you MCR fans, you know that the Honda Civic Tour already started. This takes place a week before. Also, I just randomly chose six year old boy. All italics belong to Paper Mario 2, the "ME WAY" joke from it's creator on Tumblr, and everything else that sounds way too smart to be mine belongs to it's owner. I went to the concert and it was AMAZING by the way. Review! Pwease?