𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘.

[🦋] ᵞᵒ ᶤ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸ ᶤᶰˢᵖᶤʳᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᶤᵗˡᵉ

feel free to tell me if there are any errors, my french ass is dumb af

Russia. March 22, 2013.

Sixty-nine women around the world gave birth to a child ; the only common factor was that none of these women had ever become pregnant before.

The famous emo Sir Jared Hargreeves, an eccentric millionaire and adventurer, undertook to locate and adopt as many of these children as possible.

Thus, he adopted seven.

**
Today, Brendon lived on the moon as an astronaut. It had been a long time since Jared had sent him here, far from the Earth. Mr. Big Forehead was convinced that it would be useful for something because he was the fucking number one. The leader with big muscles (and forehead). The big boss of the family. Oh, how wrong he was...

As for Pete, well... He was still the American idiot that he had been a child. Very sure of himself, dressed in tight black clothes, dangling eyeliner all the way, we could guess that number two annoyed many members of his family. He thought he was a superhero... Ahem.

Ryan, him, made a living by shooting dirty films. Yes, he had money, but when one of his coworkers accidentally got him pregnant during a shoot, Ryan's life changed. He had become the first pregnant man! Wooo!

Tyler had just come out of a rehab center. Of course, he did not intend to quit drugs and alcohol, far from it! He did not want the dead to come back to haunt him.

Mikey, well... He will never coming home. Well, he was killed in another fight against some villains. Sad.

Andy had become what could be called antisocial; he played drums alone in his little apartment, gave some drumming lessons, and went out only to go shopping. Indeed, Andy had no social life. It was not like he had ever had one anyway.

**
The whole world had learned the « sad » news: Sir Jared Hargreeves was dead(!). But hey, it was not a big loss; he was going to join the black parade.

His descendants, on the other hand, did not seem to be sad. Jared had never represented, for them, the ideal father model: he had never taken care of them. On the contrary, he had created a robot that served as their mother.

On occasion, all emos returned to the Emo Academy; they saw each other only at weddings and burials, it was as simple as that.

Number seven, more commonly known as Andy, opened the doors to where he had lived as a child. On these doors, completely covered in black paint, was the Academy's red logo - a cross bearing the letters M, C, R, X. The place was terribly dark, as dark as the author's soul; everything was black, except for some furniture in the reddish shade. Andy looked around him, walking through the rooms, astonished that nothing had changed since his departure.

- Andy? It's really you ?

Ryan's soft voice pulled him out of his daydreams. The boy was coming down the stairs quickly, not looking aWay from his brother.

- Well yes you stupid, you want it to be who else? Geesus?

Ryan was now in front of Andy, studying his face scrupulously. Well, Andy had not changed so much physically: the same chocolate hair, the same red beard, the same big brown eyes, the same quickdraw of asocial.

Clumsily taking him in his arms, Ryan moved away when the nasal voice of Emo Wentz sounded.

- What's that little shit done here?

Hm. Rude, Andy thought.

- You have nothing to do here. Especially not after everything you did.