Mikey Way bounced nervously in the saddle, his black combat boots barely brushing
the shimmering flanks of the creature beneath him. This wasn't your average unicorn,
Sure, it had the flowing white mane and silver horn, but its coat shimmered with the
colors of a dying star, and its eyes held the wisdom of aeons. This was a unicorn
straight out of a My Chemical Romance lyric, and Mikey, bass player extraordinaire
and notorious cynic, was somehow riding it.
It had all started with a cryptic note, tucked under his bass strings before a gig.
"Follow the Black Parade to the Whispering Glade." it read, signed with a single,
shimmering hoofprint. Curiosity, always Mikey's weakness, had gotten the better of
him. He'd found the glade, a hidden oasis shimmering amidst the city's grimy
concrete, and there, bathed in moonlight, stood the unicorn.
Now, as they soared above the sleeping city, the wind whipping though Mikey's hair,
a strange sense of peace settled over him. The unicorn, whom Mikey had dubbed
Stardust, snorted a laugh (unicorns could apparently laugh), the sound like wind
chimes tinkling in a summer breeze.
"Enjoying the view, Mikey Way?" Stardust's voice boomed in his head, surprisingly
gentle.
Mikey gaped. "You.. you can talk?"
"Of course." Stardust chuckled. "Thought it rude not to introduce myself, I am
Stardust, guardian of dreams and forgotten magic."
Thus began a whirlwind adventure. Mikey, still clad in his ripped jeans and worn
leather lacket, became Stardust's unlikely rider. They soared through neon-lit
dreamscapes, battling nightmares dressed in pinstripes and rescuing lost melodies
from forgotten corners of the city. Mikey, who always hid his emotions behind a wall
of sarcasm, found himself opening up to Stardust, sharing his fears and dreams.
One night, they found themselves trapped in a twisted dreamscape, a reflection of
Mikey's darkest fears. Monstrous versions of Bob and Matt leered at him, their
music distorted and mocking. Mikey felt his resolve crumbling, the familiar self-doubt
creeping in.
But then, Stardust reared, its horn glowing with defiance. "You are Mikey Way." it
boomed, its voice shaking the dreamscape. "The bass that thunders, the melody that
cuts through darkness. Don't let fear silence our music!"
Inspired, Mikey grabbed his invisible bass, the instrument a figment of the dream vet
real in his heart. He began to play, a defiant melody that echoed through the
nightmare, shattering the twisted figures and restoring light to the dreamscape.
When they woke, back in the Whispering Glade, the city seemed different. The air
crackled with a hidden energy, and Mikey felt a newfound lightness in his step. He
wasn't sure what the future held, but he knew he wasn't alone. He had found his
magic, his own inner unicorn, and he was ready to face the world, one bassline at a
time.
As dawn broke, casting the glade in a golden glow, Stardust nudged Mikey with its
horn. "Remember, Mikey." it said, its voice soft yet firm. "The music is always there,
waiting to be played, Don't let anyone silence it."
With a final whinny, Stardust vanished, leaving behind a single shimmering hoofprint
on the dew-kissed grass. Mikey smiled, the memory of their adventure etched in his
heart. He knew he might never ride a unicorn again, but the magic, the courage, that
would stay with him forever. And maybe, just maybe, the next My Chemical Romance
album would have a touch more sparkle, a hint of starlight, thanks to the bassist who
rode a unicorn across the city's dreams.
Ty for reading my amazing story <3
