Adam, Jack, and Ryan Met were all three lying on their deathbeds in the hospital. This was it. These were their final hours. This was the end of AJR.

"We did good, guys," Ryan said in a crackly voice. "We did real good."

"But to think," Jack said, sounding like a broken man. "All those wasted opportunities. I mean, we're still young. We only just finished the Neotheater tour."

Adam simply cried silently to himself and reflected on the events that led him and his brothers to this point. He thought about their childhood and their street performing days. He thought about The Click Tour and The Neotheater Tour. He thought about doing what he loved, which was making music with Jack and Ryan. He thought about the fact that once he died, he wouldn't be able to do any of that anymore. And it was all because of a stupid unicorn.

A few hours earlier, Adam, Jack, and Ryan had just finished their show in Manchester, UK. They decided to go for a peaceful horse ride to calm down, when they were all yeeted off their horses. Suddenly, a unicorn came out of nowhere and stabbed all three of them. The doctors tried everything they could, but to no avail. Alas, unicorn horns are magical, and there is no modern medical cure for the wounds that they cause. So that brings us back to Adam, Jack, and Ryan, in the hospital, dying.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," Adam said through his tears. Although, he was crying so hard that it sounded more like, "I'm goooonn a a a mi his youuu g u u uys! Wahhhhhh,"

Ryan hated to see his brothers in such agony. He decided to suggest a fun little activity for them all to do as they die. "How about we summon a demon?"

"WHAT!?" Jack screamed at the top of his lungs. "Ryan, are you crazy?"

"Yes, Jack, I thought you knew that by now," Ryan replied. "Let's summon a demon. It'll be fun!"

In a fit of disbelief, Jack yeeted his hat at Ryan. The hat miraculously landed on his head. It smelled gross like sweat since Jack hadn't washed it in ages.

"You know what, bro?" Adam said, after he finished sobbing. "What the heck. Let's do it. Let's summon a demon. I mean, we're all gonna die anyways. Might as well have fun while we still can."

"SERIOUSLY, ADAM?" Jack screeched like a wild banshee on a sugar high. "I thought you'd be on my side on this one! You're supposed to be the calm voice of reason in this group!!! You know what? Fine. Fine!! You guys have it your way. Let's summon this freaking demon."

"Wahoo!" said Adam and Ryan in unison.

The three dudes got out of their hospital beds and painted a pentagram on the floor in their own blood. They then joined hands in a circle around the pentagram. They started spinning around really, really fast as they chanted a demon-summoning hymn.

"ANTHONY JANTHONY, SUGAR AND SPICE, BRING ME A DEMON WHO'S EXCEPTIONALLY NICE!"

Suddenly, a poof of smoke appeared in the middle of their circle. Adam, Jack, and Ryan let go of each other's hands and stumbled onto the ground. They were still incredibly weak from being stabbed and losing so much blood (and what's wrong with that?).

A tall mannish-being with red hair and sunglasses was standing in the middle of the pentagram. He was wearing all black clothes and he had a scowl on his face.

"Wha-" he said, in a British accent. "What am I doing here? Who are you people?" He attempted to step out of the circle, but, seeing as it was a pentagram and he was a demon, he was stuck. "Oh, curse you guys. I was just yelling at my houseplants and minding my own business when you buffoons summoned me. Let me out of here THIS INSTANT!"

"Oh yeah?" said Jack, suddenly very amused by the situation. "Or else what?"

"Or I'll... uh..." the demon thought for a few moments. "Or else I'll call my husband!"

"Your husband?" said Ryan. "I didn't know demons could get married."

"Well, it isn't official or anything," the demon replied. "It was sort of a private ceremony with a few close friends. Wait, why am I making conversation with you idiots? Let me out of here right now!"

"Sorry, bud," Adam said. "No can do. Not until you help us."

"Fine," growled the demon. "What do you want?"

"Well, we've been stabbed by a unicorn, and-" Adam began.

"WAit," the demon cut him off. "Did you say you were stabbed by a unicorn? But those went extinct ages ago! Oh, this is truly miraculous! Um, continue."

"Anyways, we were stabbed by a unicorn, and we are dying. We are famous musicians, and we still have a big music career ahead of us. We were wondering if you could help us."

"Y'know what? I'll help you guys-" The demon was cut off by a chorus of cheers. "-ON ONE CONDITION. You help me find this unicorn that stabbed you. Or any unicorn, really."

The three brothers exchanged a glance, then nodded. Jack shook the demon's hand. "Deal," he said. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

"Crowley," the demon replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Jack, and these are my brothers Adam and Ryan."

Crowley let out a little gasp. "Are you guys... AJR?"

"Indeed we are!" replied Ryan. "Have you heard of us?"

"Yes! I've only heard a couple of your songs though. I really liked 'Weak.'"

"Well, it's always nice to meet fans!" Jack replied. "Now, could you please cure us?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Crowley snapped his fingers and the three dudes were cured.

"Thanks, man!" Ryan said.

"We owe you our lives," said Adam.

"Let's go find you that unicorn!" said Jack.