Killjoys by Day, Black Paraders by Night

Headlights glared in Gerard's face. He tried as hard as he could to pull over, to save at least his brother and bandmates. No use. The drunk man driving the ford truck slammed into him. Gerard screamed for his brother, for his band mates. Then, there was nothing but black...

Gerard's POV

"Regret, do you think they'll wake up soon?" a voice asked.

"I don't know, Misery. Hopefully," a second voice replied.

"Who cares," a third voice snapped.

"Hate..." the first voice sighed.

What parents name their children Hate, Misery, and Regret?
Weird ones...

"Where are the other two?" Regret asked.

"Insanity and Pain must have come out somewhere else. I suppose we'll find them eventually," Misery replied.

"I'll go look for them," Hate said. I heard someone, presumably Hate, get up and walk off.

"Think she'll find them?" Misery questioned.

"Probably. She might scare them a bit, but I have no doubt she'll find them," Regret replied.

"Yeah. Did you know Death's been awake this whole time?" Misery chuckled.

"Yeah. Death, you should open your eyes," Regret whispered. I felt someone poke me in the side. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at where I was. It was dark... and ashes were falling from the side. There was rubble and a burned looking city in the distance. I looked at Misery and Regret and gasped for a few reasons.

1. Regret was my dead band mate, Bob Bryar.

2. Both Regret or Bob or whatever his name was and Misery were wearing Black Parade uniforms.

3. I was wearing a Black Parade uniform

4. Mikey was laying next to me and he wasn't moving.

"Welcome to the Black Parade," Misery said quietly. I looked at her, my eyes wide.

"You're Dead, Death," Misery sighed.

"My name isn't Death!" 

"Here it is. It's your Black Parade identity. You have to go by it here, or something horrible will happen to people on Earth. You see, it's not just a name. It's a curse. Regret keeps charge of all the regret on Earth. I keep all the Misery. You- You are Death. You are responsible for the deaths and the dead," Misery explained.

"W-why?"

"We don't know. But you should. You created this place. This is your world," Regret said.

"What?"

"Death, we'll explain more when your bother wakes up and when Hate comes back with Insanity and Pain," Misery replied. 

"Who?"

"Hate is my twin sister. Insanity and Pain... well I am not authorized to say their real names... Insanity is short and Pain has curly hair," Misery chuckled dryly.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I suggest you wake up Shame, the one you call your brother," Regret suggested. Him and Misery turned around and started to walk away.

"Wait!" I shouted. Misery turned around.

"Will one of you stay with me?" I asked. Misery nodded and walked to me. She sat down next to me and pulled out some black nail polish.

"Give me your hand," she commanded. I handed it to her without a thought. She started to paint the nails black. Then when she was done she painted my other. I poked Mik- I mean Shame over and over and over until he woke up.

"Ge-" I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Shh, we can't use our real names here," I hissed.

"What?" he asked. Misery sighed.

"Welcome to the Black Parade, Shame."

"What?"

"You're dead. And your name is now Shame," Misery said in an emotionless voice.

"What?" Shame repeated.

"How do I put this? The car crash you guys had? It killed you. You guys created this world when you created The Black Parade, and you also created the day world when you created Danger Days and the Killjoys, which this dreary place is turned into by day," Misery explained.

"But- But The Black Parade is Dead!" Shame exclaimed. I nodded.

"You guys can't kill something as big as The Black Parade," Misery replied with a sigh.

"But-But if we created it-" Shame started.

"Yeah, you created it. Now, so many of us depend on this world. It doesn't matter that there is another one we go to at day time, this is where the dead first come. The dead cannot come into the Danger Days Desert without coming to The Black Parade first. So, without this place, we would all be somewhere else, most likely Hell. This place saved our souls from being tortured in the fires of Hell for the rest of eternity. Now, do you really want The Black Parade to be dead and have all of us suffer for escaping the devil and living in two worlds meant for all MCR fans, or would you rather let it grow and let us be happy?" Misery snapped.