And--Good Lord!--is it morbid!
We've got the Jonas Brothers' true love getting thrown from the top of a tour bus (!), Hannah Montana is diagnosed with a mysterious disease (!!), Pete Wentz grows wings and flies around and shit (uh, can I get a wtf!?!), and My Chemical Romance hangs out with a dead chick (well at least that makes sense).
Oh, and I slipped in a little Slipknot for the Jonas Brother hater sk81337 who started this week's flame war off.
[Editor's Note: Though the prose style of the Slipknot fanfic is EXTREMELY similar to my writing here on DivMo, I swear I didn't write it.
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One night she was kidnapped from her place in bed by Nick’s ex-girlfriend. Joe didn’t hear, no one did. After nearly torturing Rena, Kasey, the girl, pushed Rena off of the top of the tourbus. She was on tour with the Jonas Brothers because their parents all worked together, and they needed to go on a trip.
After she got to the hospital, the boys were miserable. They stayed for 3 days until their parents all got there. Joe refused to leave, but his brothers and parents were forced to drag him out of the hospital, even though he was screaming at the top of his lungs to stay by Rena’s side...
so then slipknot went to the radio station "grahghahh!!!" said 6 "i will smsah because i am clown"
"wtf" said 7 "no im the clown i have the mask"
"no" said 4 "i think i am"
"gayyyy" sayd 963043 AKA JOEY JORDISON THE BEST DRUMMER EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111 "i am the clown"
yes you are" said - whoops sorry that is a typo i meant to type 0 not - LOL!
and so slipknot went to the radio stayshun "GRRRR" said 6 to the PRODUCER "i will kill!"
so the producer died
"hahahahah" gothgirl67779 said "i want to join in"
yeah okay " said joey jordison "i luv u"
"let's have secks" i said...
You Don't Even Know
by Lil Spazzy Q
Miley Stewart is diagnosed with a disease. She is having a really hard time handling all the new lifestyle that her disease requires. She doesn't even know how to break it to her best friend Lilly! But when a concert in LA leaves her spending all of her extra time in the dressing room, a suspectful Nick Jonas is on her case...
Fall Out Boy
by Ashlyn-Marie Ross
Before Patrick could ask what he was talking about Pete jumped onto the windowsill barefoot. Sharp pieces of glass cutting his feet before he jumped, they plummeted down and Patrick screamed before Pete started beating his wings, only just slowing them enough to save them from crashing to the ground and keep them from landing. Pete stopped flying to put Patrick down. "Get on my back, be careful" Pete said. Patrick put his arms around the back of Pete's neck and Pete took off again, wings beating furiously as he sped forwards, suddenly there was a shot and Pete crashed to the ground, rolling backwards. Patrick turned and saw Pete try to get up, a shot wound in his shoulder. He fell back, grimacing in pain and another three cloaked figures rushed forwards towards them. Patrick heaved Pete to his feet helping him walk away from the figures. The brunette was breathing heavily and the cloaked figures easily caught up. "Fly, Peter!" Patrick screamed and Pete beat his wings, they were useless at the moment. Patrick kept screaming at him and he tried again, nothing...
The Black Parade
I woke up in a dark place. I was no longer in a hospital bed, but was lying on what looked like to be a stage of some sort. I sat up, not in pain anymore. I chanced standing and to my amazement I did, with ease. I walked down the steps of the stage. Noticing I wasn't wearing my comfy converse anymore, I looked at my feet. Heavy black boots. I also noticed I wasn't wearing my old clothes either. I was now in a black long sleeved top, black shorts, which where accompanied by black fishnet tights, I also wore black gloves (the type where they don't cover your fingers). Why was I in these clothes? And more of am important question, who had dressed me? I looked up, and into the eyes of someone...
“Sorry if I scared you.” He said. “It's okay.” I wanted to ask him where I was and who he was and what had happened, but I decided not to yet. I didn't know this man and maybe he wasn't the type to be pushed for answers. As if he had read my thoughts he said. “If your looking for answers, your better of asking Gerard.” “Who's Gerard?” I asked back. “That would be me.” A voice called from behind me...
“Please don't be afraid Ashley.” He said to me. “We are here to help you.” I was so confused, how could he be helping m if he kidnapped me? I let my anger get the better of me and shouted this point out to him. Great he was probably going to murder me now. WAY TO GO! He looked at me, “I'm sorry if it seems that way to you. I can assure you it isn't.” He ran his fingers through his hair, obviously he was troubled on what to say. He looked at me again “You don't know do you?” he asked. I was confused. “I don't know what?” I asked back. “You're dead.”
Can't get enough? Healthy portions of Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 should do just the trick!