[A/N: someone requested something angsty and it's pretty shit. I tried my best to write something angsty, I tried.]

PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE END! Please and thank you <3

Description: Dallon hurts other people and Bren and Ry is his two littles. [Amazing description, Mar. 10/10]

Also, I want to marry my best friend. Someone ship us write fanfics about it

And also, this happened

No one deserves her.

Warning: The hidden song in My Chemical Romance's third abum, swearing, violence

Third Person P.O.V:

Dallon Weekes.

The name that causes people to shudder in fear.

The name of the serial killer who has never been caught.

Dallon is psychotic, he is crazy. He is evil.

You see, before Dallon was this wicked person, he was sad. He used to get bullied in school. In senior year, he made an oath to never be pushed around again. Never.

First week of senior year, he threw a kid down the stairs because he caused him to trip. That caused some people to stay aware from him. Some people.

Third month of senior year, he beat a guy for annoying him. Ever since then, everyone stood away from Dallon. Except for two people. Sophomores Ryan and Brendon.

While everyone was afraid of Dallon and stood away from him, Ryan and Brendon were intrigued. At first, Dallon was annoyed by the duo who always followed him around but seeing how innocent the two were, he was too intrigued.

Fast forward a few years -8 years to be exact- Dallon is feared across states. His name is on the news every other day.

"The infamous Dallon Weekes is back at it again, ripping a mans chest open and removing all the organs." Said the lady on the news. Dallon groaned from where he was laying on the couch. He flipped through another few channels, all programs being replaced by the news.

Dallon groaned, throwing his head back on the couch.

"Daddy! Daddy! Help!" His two littles ran through the front entrance.

Dallon looked at the direction of the front door and saw Ryan running towards the living room holding a crying Brendon's hand. Dallon sat up from seeing his little crying. "What happened?" He asked, being Brendon to sit on his lap and Ryan sitting on his right. Seeing Brendon was too sad to answer, he asked Ryan, "What happened, baby?"

Ryan looked down, knowing what was gonna happen next. "W-we were out in the park and someone called Bren a f-fag and c-called him a r-retard because he was wearing a skirt. Then he shoved Brendon and Brendon fell and hurt his knees."

That made Dallon's blood boil. "Do you know how they looked like?" Dallon asked, gritting his teeth. Ryan nodded and took out his phone. He showed Dallon a photo he and Brendon had took and zoomed in at the guy in the back that was wearing a grossed out look.

"T-that's him." Ryan whispers. Luckily for Dallon, this guy happened to live a few streets away. Dallon nodded and turned to look at Brendon. Brendon had buried his face in the crook of Dallon's shoulders, crying his eyes out.

"C'mon baby, stop crying. Daddy's gonna take care of you prick." Dallon cooed, running his hands up and down Brendon's back in attempt to calm him down and eventually that worked.

"P-promise?" Brendon sniffed. Dallon nodded, kissing Brendon on the forehead.

"What about me, daddy? Have yoy forgotten about me?" Ryan chimed in, putting his hand on his heart as if he was hurt.

Dallon chuckled, moving Brendon to have him sit on his left leg, then he spread his legs a bit and placed Ryan on his right leg. "Of course I haven't forgotten about you, Ryro." Dallon says, kissing Ryan's cheeks, causing the little to blush.

The next five days Dallon has been stalking the bastard. Usually it didn't take more than a day for Dallon to strike but he was doing his research. He had been following him and learning his routine.

6:30 am: goes to church and does some work

12:30 pm: lunch break

4:50 pm: goes home.

He learnt that he has two teenage kids and a wife but who cares?

Now Dallon is standing behind the bastard's house, -he has yet to learn his name but why give something a name when it's gonna die?- waiting for him to go out of his evening stroll.

It was around 6:05 pm when he came out of his house. Dallon smirked to himself and followed him though he made sure to be at least 5 steps behind. But Mr. Homophobic sensed someone following him so he walked faster.

And Dallon did the same.

Homo-Hater started running and Dallon soon followed. But due to the fact that Dallon was taller and that he had been doing this for years, he managed to catch up and tackle the guy down.

"W-who the hell are you?" The guy asked, struggling to get out from under Dallon.

"Your worst nightmare." Dallong smirked, pouring a fair amount of chloroform on a rag and placing the rag in front of the guys face. Soon the guy stoped struggling and closed his eyes. Dallon smirked and carried his body to the alley.

After about half an hour, Dallon came home, carrying a body on his shoulder.

"Daddy, you're home!" Ryan and Brendon both said at the same time, running towards Dallon.

"Yup, babies. Do you two have the basement ready?" Dallon spoke, carrying the body downstairs and his two littles followed him.

"Yep, daddy!" Ryan said happily, opening the basement door from Dallon. Dallon simply smiled and walked in. The basement was a simple yet scary room. There was a wooden chair in the centre of the room, to the right there was a large table full of gags, ropes and torturing equipment.

Dallon put the guy on the chair and Ryan tied his hands while Dallon tied his legs to the chair. They both went upstairs and eat dinner and wait till the asshole wakes up.

About an hour later, the trio had eaten their dinner and were watching Scary Movie when they heard yelling and screams from the basement. Dallon paused the movie and sighed before looking at his two little who were laying on his chest. "You guys want to come with me?" Dallon asked. The two littles were a little hesitant but they nodded, getting up and Dallon doing the same.

When they went downstairs, they say the idiot, awake and struggling to get out. Dallon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stop moving, Jesus." Dallon groaned, plopping down on the couch that was in there.

"W-who are you?" The man asked, obviously scared but not wanting it to show.

"I thought we made that clear when I kidnapped you." Dallon rolled his eyes. "But, if you must know, I'm Dallon. Dallon Weekes." Dallon said, a smirking growing on his face. At that moment the guy wasn't even able to hide his fear anymore, he knew he had fucked up. "What's your name?" Dallon asked, moving forward towards the guy -who was still quiet-. "What's wrong? Murderer got your tongue?" Dallon taunted, he soon got bored of silence and rolled his eyes. "ANSWER ME!" Dallon yelled, grabbing the guy's face and squeezing his short nails in it.

"G-george." The guy -George, now that Dallon knows- cried. "W-what do you want from me?" George shouted.

"You" Dallon dug his nails deeper, "messed with my babies!" And deeper, "and now I'm gonna mess with you." Dallon drug his nails down, blood coming out of George's face.

"I-I didn't mess with any kid!" George yelled, trying to get out of the ropes.

"So, you're telling me you didn't call my babies faggot?" Dallon said angrily, pointing to Ryan and Brendon who were sitting cross legged and watching this entire thing go out with an excited look on their eyes.

"You mean those faggots?" George asked and boy did he use the wrong words. Dallon grabbed his knife and stabbed the guy in the left thigh. "AH FUCK!" George screamed in agony.

"Babies, could you two go upstairs? Daddy needs to take care of some business." Dallon smiled at his babies. Bren and Ryan nodded while smiling, getting up and going over to Dallon and kissing each of his cheeks. From the corner of his eyes, Dallon could see George making gross faces. He smirked, kissing both his littles on the forehead and they giggled.

"Bye, Daddy!" Both said in unison, going up the stairs to the living room.

"You're their dad?" George spat out, looking disgusted.

"God you're an idiot." Dallon rolled his eyes, he grabbed the knife that was George's thigh and twisted it.

"AH FUCK!" George screamed in pain. "FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT!" George screamed and boy was that wrong.

"You little fucking bitch." Dallon grabbed another knife and stabbed it in his stomach. George screamed and cried, he knew he was going to die and he might as well die saying things he believed in.

"A-all y-y-you f-faggots are g-oing t-to hell." George groaned.

"Oh you should have said that." Dallon said through gritted teeth. He grabbed his gun, aiming it at George's head and shooting. Dallon didn't flinch once when the gun was shot, he didn't feel sad when blood came out of George's forehead. Instead, he started smiling, then the smile turned into a grin, and then a small laugh, and then a chuckle. Dallon chuckled as he untied George and dragged his bloody body upstairs.

When Dallon got upstairs, he saw Ryan on the couch and Brendon between his legs and his legs on Brendon's chest, watching Scary Movie. Dallon stood there, looking at his two littles and smiling. Brendon was the first to notice Brendon, he got up and walked over Dallon, smiling when he saw the unconscious and bloody body.

"You did that for me, daddy?" Brendon asked, smiling.

"You know I would do anything for you two." Dallon smiled back. "Now come on guys, we're gonna make a fire." Dallon says, making his way to the backyard.

"Ooh, I'll get the stuff to make s'mores!" Ryan chimed in happily, Brendon's eyes filled with joy and excitement, he ran to the kitchen with Ryan, grabbing a few crackers chocolate whilst Ryan grabbed the drinks and marshmallows.

When they got to the backyard they saw Dallon putting the wood on the ground and lighting it. They also saw their three chairs and tables around the fire, they each sat on their own chair and started making their s'mores. Soon Dallon threw the body onto the fire and sat down between his boys. He opened his can of beer and sipped it as he saw the body burn.

"I love you, daddy and Bren." Ryan spoke softly, looking at the fire.

"I love you, too, Ryro." Brendon murmured, not taking his eyes off the fire.

Dallon looked down on Ryan, he smiled and kissed his head.

No one thought that the Dallon Weekes would have someones in his heart that he would love.

And neither did Dallon.

A/N: PLEASE READ

Okay so a lot of stuff has happened that I want to talk about.

1) I have a Instagram fanpage. If anyone is interested it is _mrstreestump_

2) IDK How. Okay so this IDK How thing is TRIPPING ME OUT! I am so excited! I love both Ryan and Dallon. Ryan and few other drummers have inspired me to play drums and I'm currently saving up to buy a drumset. Though I am sad Ryan and Falling In Reverse had a fallout, I am still excited about this. Also, one thing that like makes me kinda sad is that, is Dallon still a tour member for Panic!? Though I love and have wanted to see Dallon be a lead singer I just feel weird if he doesn't preform with Brendon anymore. He'll always be a part of Panic!, even if he isn't a member.

3) Also Brendon better congratulate Dallon on IDK How on Friday if a single is coming out. I NEED BRALLON MOMENTS!

4) and lst but not least

ARE YOU FUCKING SEEING THIS SHIT? I AM YODELING HOLY FUCK!

Okay that's all. Leave a request if you want me to write something.

Thx and bye