Josie POV

I was enjoying my day. Dancing like a little emo shit down the street with my beats on. High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco was playing, and I was having the time of my life.

But as I turned a wrong turn, I saw someone being stabbed to death by a strange blade. So I ran, trying to help them when the murder turned on me. So I did what TV has tought me.

I grabbed their hands, and used their own momentum against them, and they stabbed themselves. But a strange thing happened. His eyes flickered like orange lights, and then went out.

I stood, stunned, until I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned around to see a smaller, plump man standing behind me, dressed in all black.

"What the hell did you do to Bob?" He asks as he refers to the blonds man at my feet.

"Bob?" I ask in a small voice. I just killed something, and this man magically appears are starts questioning me about Bob. I think that I'm gonna be a little bit freaked out.

"Yes Bob Bryer. He dropped out of this punk band and sold his sole to me. To make sure that that band came back in the future." The man in Black says as he walks over Bob and gives him a little nudge with his foot.

"Wait! I just killed Bob Bryer? I killed someone in MCR?" I say as my voice grew. I was really freaking out right now. What if I killed Gerard? Or Frank? Or any of them?

"But relax darling, that was going to be his last mission anyway. Percussionists can never stay on task." The man says as he stands to stair at me. I look down to him, me being 5'11.

"What's you're name darling?" The man asks as I watch him size me up with his eyes.

"Josie."I say as I take a step back, not liking how he was looking at me.

"Only a first name?" He asks as he steps forward.

"I know that I'm not going to get an answer out of you, so why should I bother saying my own name?" I ask as the man laughs.

"I'm Crowley, darling. The king of hell. And you just earned a one way ticket for killing one of my men. Even though he wasn't the best, he was still one of my men." Crowley says as he grips my arm and we start to free fall.

Once we land, he drags me by his death grip on me through multiple hall ways until we reach a hallway filled with cells.

He throws me in a cell across from four men. He glares at me, and then laughs.

I take in my surroundings. The cells have no privacy, only metal bars showing the sections and doors. The back walls are concrete, with a window with bars on it.

I look out the window to see different shades of red everywhere. The cells are exactly alike. Barren. Nothing to entertain your selves with.

I sit along the back wall, my TØP tank top not protecting me much from the cold cement, but the black jeans that I have on keep the lower half of me warm.

I take to studying the men across from me. They all have themselves sitting against the back wall. But they all have their hands in very tight chains, but they are not connected together. But two men, one with a Fedora, and the other with bleached blonde hair have muzzles over their mouths.

The two other man, one with buzz cut hair, and the other with ginger hair and a beard, have tattoos on, and the Bleached blon---- wait.

Fedora. Bleached blonde. Tattoos. Sudden disapearence in 2016.

Fall Out Boy.

I FOUND THEM.

I jump up and run to the bars on the cell, trying to see if my eyes are decieving me.

All of the men are alseep. So they can't notice me.

But it is definitely them.

I jump up in the air for a mini victory dance.

I stayed in that cell for months, my movements not restricted as much as the four men.

But after four months of me humming different tunes from MCR, TØP, and P!ATD, none from FOB. I didn't want them finding out that I was a fan of them.

But once day on that fourth month, I was staring out my window, and saw tiny drops of black water falling from nowhere.

But me being me just had to break the comfortable silence that we had with us.

"Heaven must be greaving." I state as sudden move meant, and shaking of my cell door make me turn around.

It was Brendon Urie. He was actually a demon, but he was nice. He kept us all company.

"You know Fall Out Boy?" He asks as Andy, Joe, Patrick, and Pete are all lined up against their cell door.

"Yeah. I didn't really think of humming them while I was down here. I couldn't think of any of their songs while I was down here. Except for now." I say as Brendon started getting excited.

"Everything in Youngblood Chronicles happened. Except they are all trapped in here by Crowley. But he muted the singers of the group, and made their hands immobile so that they couldn't play their way out of here." Brendon says as the boys all look very hopeful.

"Why couldn't you sing them out of here?" I ask, knowing of Brendon's voice.

"The last time a demon tried, well let's say he went through a lot of firey pain." Brendon says as he looks off in the distance as if he was watching the demon burn.

"But you can sing. You have a sole voice. Like Pat!" Brendon says as a muffled grunt from the singer sounds out. Displeased from the nickname.

"Um I guess, but what should I sing?" I ask as Brendon looks very pleased.

"Go in this order. This Ain't a Scene, It's An Arms Race. I Don't Care. The Phoenix. Young Volcanoes. Novocaine. And last Just One Yesterday." Brendon says as I make mental note of the playlist.

We will consider the first song a s a warm up. But the boys changed pretty drastically. During the first voice, they all got really hyper. The first chorus, they we moving around, dancing to the invisible music. But the during the bridge, their outfits changed. They were the same white outfits in Save Rock And Roll video.

Then throughout the rest of the song, their appearances changed into their concerns appearances, still with the white outfits. Their hair was all done, and their body's just looked better. More jubliant.

Then touring I Don't Care, all of their instrument appeared. They each stood my their respectable instruments, but they couldn't play them because of their chained up hands.

And then in the Phoenix, that was when I changed. My shoulder blade, brown hair was braided into two tight Dutch braides, and I got dressed in white skinny jeans, white socks, white converse, a white tee shirt, a white jacket with silver studs on the shoulders, and a white bandana tied on my head.

And I also got white fingerless gloves, and a white cordless mike. And white amps filled my cell room.

I sang into the mike as music blasted through the amps in my cell, and in the FOB cell.

During the bride of the song, something strange happened.

Brendon left before I started the first song, but as I was doing the, HEYYYYYY YOUNGBLOOD, he came running through, screaming at the top of his lungs, ' they are coming '.

And as my song ended. Andy's hands got freed, and he screamed of delight. He grabbed a pair of drum sticks and sat at his drum.

I started Young Volcanoes, and Andy played along with me, and during the little instrumental part before the bridge, Joe got his hands back. And through the end of the song, Joe and Andy played as I sang, and Patrick and Pete both dance and swayed to the music, looking at their own instruments with a longing look.

Just as I was starting Novocane, about ten demons showed up, and Pete got his hands back. He started playing on his bass, and I went to the sound board, and turned all of the instrument and me up a lot, but not completely. I was saving that for the next song.

Pete and Patrick didn't gain their mouth freedom back, but they still gave me hope as they played like they never have before when Patrick got his hands back.

I sang into my mike with all of my heart, hoping that I will get some vocal backup for the next song.

The demons looked helpless and they held their ears, our music slowly killing them.

"They took our love and filled it up. Filled it up with Novocaine and now I'm just numb!" I sang.

We all took a deep breath as both Pete and Patrick's muzzles disappeared like their other restraints have. All of us screamed as the intro of the new song killed the demons.

Patrick began to sing.

"I thought of angels, choking on their halos. Get them drunk on rose water." He sings as I wait for Foxes part to start in the chorus.

He sings, not using his sole voice until he gets to my personal favorite part.

"Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name, it will be held against you." I sing with him as Andy plays the best drumming part in the whole song.

I sing the chorus and the back up, just like it did in the song.

We hear foot steps step down the hall, but we still play and sing our hearts. The steps get louder as I turn up the sounds almost all of the way up, but not all of the way. I am saving that for after my bridge.

"If I spill my guts, the world will never look at you in the same way. And now I'm here to give you all of my love. So I can watch you face as I take it all away. Away. Away." I sing as Crowley comes into view, more demons with him.

I turn up the speakers as Patrick sings the chorus, I doing the backup vocals.

Everything starts to shake as Andy finishes off the song, Patrick Pete and I doing the outro. Crowley looks at me with amusement, and then he disappears before the music becomes to much for him, like all of the demons, dead on the floor.

As the song ends, white lights surround us, a teleport us to some place else.

(Okay guys, tell me who I should ship Josie with. So that I can write the next part to your liking. I will be taking majority of comments, please comment separately or I will be getting confused. And this is set in late 2016, in late October.)