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Pete stayed in the room as Patrick left to hang with his group of friends.

he stayed in his bed and did basically nothing, until his door flew open. 

" SUP BITCH" Brendon yelled, kicking the door open.

Melanie stayed with her arms crossed in the doorway.

In shock, pete fell off his bed as a response to the loud noise that scared the shit out of him.

" what the hell Bren?!" Pete asked, finally getting off the floor and struggling to get back on his bed.

Brendon was laughing his ass off at the moment, before Melanie punched him hard in the shoulder.

" ouch! the hell was that for?!" Brendon asked, rubbing his arm up and down. 

" being an idiot, that's why" Melanie responded, crossing her arms again and walking into the room.

" bitch"  Brendon whispered under his breath.

Pete and Melanie turned around quickly. Melanie giving Brendon the death glare and Pete trying not to laugh.

" ooooooh" Pete said softly, holding back laughter. He said it as if he had witnessed his sibling getting in trouble.

" Excuse me, but what the fuck did you just call me?" Melanie asked, standing up from Pete's bed and cracking her knuckles as she walked to Brendon.

" yeah, what'd you call her Bren?" Pete asked, laying back and enjoying this a little too much.

" Nothing. I said nothing" Brendon said, holding up his hands and walking away slowly.

Melanie sat back down and crossed her legs.

The group had their own reputations to uphold.

Melanie had a reputation for being the most horrifying person in the Psych ward.

Despite being a girl, Melanie could scare the living shit out of someone by just smiling at them. The gap between her teeth was almost menacing when she gave someone a grin.

Brendon was the psych ward fuckboy.

He has slept with almost everyone in the building. That was including Pete and Melanie. Although he said that he regretted that because they were both too dominant for his liking. Melanie almost toped, however that works.

And Pete

Pete was just an outcast.

He was deemed terrifying because of his past. He really wasn't a bad person, just pretty cut off. He woud have been pretty social if everybody didn't hate him. They have  no reason. Or maybe they did.

" that's what I thought bitch" Melanie smirked, leaning against Pete's bed and kicking her feet up.

They all laughed for a while, before Brendon sat down on the other side of Pete who was in the middle of them.

" so, what's been going on with you loser?" Melanie asked Pete, eho was now writing in his lyric book.

" eh, nothing much. My roommate went out though, something about a sleepover?" Pete said, rolling over and continuing to write.

He didn't really have an idea for the song, but it was all he had.

" speaking of which, do you think your 'roomie' is a bottom?" Brendon asked, laying on the bed and kicking his legs up, swinging them like a teenage girl lolling about a high school boy.

" Hey! hell to the no. bad Beebo, bad!" Pete yelled, flicking Brendon in the head a few times to get the point across.

Brendon laughed and threw a pillow at Pete.

" but seriously, I've seen him around. Way too innocent. You have no chance Bren" Melanie said, Patting Brendon on the shoulder, then hitting him on the back of the head.

" Ouch!" Brendon whined.

Pete rolled his eyes at his friends. They bicker all the time, but that's just friendship.

Pete never had friends before he met them. And that was a complete accident.

flashback to the year 2003 ( the story takes place in 2012)

Pete was only 6 years old when he was emitted to the mental hospital.

He was a lost child with not many friends. He was treated as if he was the worst person that had ever existed. But  it wasn't his fault.

He sat all by himself one day at dinner, watching the other kids eat and chat, laughing with their friends. He sat there doing nothing.

He stood up, wanting to leave before something bad happened.

He took his small black notebook and started to walk off.

Pete only got halfway across the cafeteria, before he was pushed to the floor, his hands breaking his fall.

The cafeteria erupted into laughter, as Pete struggled to get up from the floor, and failing.

The guilty party then pulled Pete up by his arm, forcing him to stand on his feet, he was however still staring at the floor.

" stand up you damned freak!" The guy yelled into Pete's ear.

He wasn't much older, but very much taller and stronger than him.

Just then, a small feminine voice rang through the room.

" Leave him alone!"

The yelling and laughing stopped. The room went silent. Nobody moved.

When Pete looked up, He was met with the sight of two kids, around his age. They stood with angry faces.

The girl had her arms crossed and the boy had his hands in his pockets. They both had dark brown eyes, hate and anger showing in them.

" what did you just say slut?" The guy holding Pete asked. The girl's eyes widened in a flash and she stalked towards the guy.

" what the fuck did you say to me?!" She yelled, getting closer to the grinning bully.

The boy's face turned anxious as he tried his best to grab her arm. He tried his best to hold her back.

" oh I'm so scared, the little fag and his whore friend. No wonder your parents didn't want you" The bully laughed.

The boy's expression softened.

Then, he let the girl go.

She raced to the bully and stopped in front of him.

She pulled out a switchblade and stalked closer to him. She slashed at the air a few times, before putting it away, noticing the guards look up.

the bully dropped Pete and started to run away.

The girl gave him the ' I'll catch you next time' look to the bully before walking to the two boys.

" you okay?" She asked, looking at Pete, who was shaking in his spot.

" yeah. who are you guys?" Pete asked, finally being on his feet, voluntarily.

" My name is Brendon Urie" The boy said, sticking his hand out. Pete shook it and turned to the girl who was scowling at the doorway the bully ran out of.

" I'm Melanie Martinez. I'm probably going to kill someone today" The girl said, walking out and motioning for Brendon and Pete to fallow her. He did.

They all walked to a large room, an abandoned room, and sat down, Brendon grabbed 3 granola bars from a compartment in the couch and tossed one to Melanie.

" hungry dude?" Brendon asked, waving a granola bar in front of him.

" nah. I ate before I got my ass handed to me" Pete said, before laying on one of the couches and putting his feet up.

" so, who are you kid?" Melanie asked, a slight mouthful.

" Pete. Pete wentz" Pete said, turning to face the other two. They were still eating and were getting tired.

" well Pete, It was great to meet you. I'll be right back" Brendon said, leaving the room shortly.

Melanie sat next to Pete and stared at him. She had a blank expression and her eyes seamed larger than they already were.

" what?" Pete asked.

Melanie's eyes flickered and they started turning black.

Pete couldn't stop staring at her. Her eyes were pitched and somewhat growing.

Pete then saw bright flashes of light and then, darkness.

When Pete opened his eyes, He saw Melanie sitting back down, but only everything had a tint of purple. The world seemed somewhat clearer than usual.

" Breathe for me Pete. Nice and slow" Melanie said soothingly. Pete saw Brendon staring down at him.

" stay calm. It will be over soon" He said calmly, petting Pete's arm softly.

" What did you do to me?! Why is everything purple?!" Pete asked, looking at his hand, then back to Melanie.

Just then, his vision went back to normal and he was taken aback for a second. When he looked up, He saw that they were smiling.

" welcome to the club" Brendon said. Melanie laughed at that, and punched him in the arm.

Meanwhile, Pete was questioning his life choices in following these two into the room after going through some demonic shit.

" so, shall we get this started?" Brendon asked.

Pete was then horrified. " started with what? and what was that thing?!" Pete asked frantically.

" That 'thing' was the black eyes" Brendon explained, using air quotes and strolling to the other side of the room, where a lot three sleeping bags resided.

" The what eyes?" Pete asked, now sitting up.

" black eyes. They are magic that happenes in the eyes of the worthy. You're special Pete." Melanie explained further, helping Pete sit up.

" wait! so you infected me with demonic eye magic?!" Pete yelled.

He tried his best not to freak out. Melanie laughed as Brendon finished setting up the sleeping bags.

" we didn't give it to you. You already had it. I told you, You are special" Melanie said. She touched Pete's shoulder.

She lead Pete to the sleeping bags and grabbed Pete and Brendon's hands.

" Pete you have to do it. Find your peace." Brendon said.

Pete closed his eyes and thought of  everything that made him happy.

music

soccer

home

warmth

Pete then opened his eyes and found the room tinted in purple. Melanie and Brendon had their jaws dropped.

" you did it" Brendon whispered.

The two then closed and opened their eyes. They were black. Their eyes were black.

Pete had never felt so loved.

* flashback over*

Pete, Brendon and Melanie clasped hands and pitched their eyes (turned them black). They made the pillows move and the blankets shift until they created a fort.

It was huge and dark.

They all crawled to the center and sat down, now changed into pajamas.

" you're getting better Pete" Brendon told him.

Pete was never good at the whole magic thing. He was scared of loosing control and hurting someone again so he just tried to simple it.

" yeah, I just cant move things the way I want to, look"

Pete's eyes pitched and he began to telepathically move a pillow. It fell not t long after it moved.

" you're too stressed. you know it's all about relaxation. We can try again" Melanie soothed.

Pete noedded and Brendon summoned some nachos.

The group just laid there, eating nachos and practicing magic. 

Guys trust me okay, it will make sense soon. So anyway, Pete, Melanie and Brendon have special bonding magic that helps them.  (basically the k-12 thing) That's why people are scared of that group. Pete doesn't like using the magic a lot.

I drew a picture of the three as kids, but my drawings suck so...