How we doin' y'all?

To the people who have given me requests, I'm so sorry I haven't gotten them out. After I publish this one, I will only be working on requested one~shots. Thank you for your patience.

Band Era: Danger Days

Anyway, enjoy this one~shot!

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(Quick A/N, I HAVE NOT I repeat I HAVE NOT read the killjoy comics yet. I am solely going off of what I've read in other fics and what I already know. If I get shit wrong, please...don't mention it. Thanks)

The boys had been cornered. Well, as cornered as you can get in the open desert. They were surrounded by Dracs, they'd never seen so many at once. Korse must really want the kids of yesterday dusted. Even more so, he wanted the girl. But BL/Ind. would have to rip their limbs off to get to her, the boys guessed that's what the intended on doing.

With their backs to each other and ray guns firing like crazy, Party Poison, Jet Star, Fun Ghoul, and the Kobra Kid defended each other from the Draculoids.

"Party, we can't take all these guys at once!" Kobra shouted over the 'pews' and snarls.

"Dude, we can do anything we need to! We're the goddamn Killjoys!" The red haired rebel shouted with a bit of a scoff. Unfortunately, Kobra's words put a bit of doubt in Party's mind. They started thinking about what could happen if the four got taken down. What would happen to the group? What would happen to the girl? What would happen to the world?

They didn't realize it, but they had completely stopped shooting. Jet Star stepped in front of the dazed man and shot down two Dracs.

"Yo! Snap out of it," He shouted, turning to Party. They nodded and continued firing.

About 20 minutes later, the Fabulous Killjoys managed to take down all the Dracs. Breathing heavily, the boys trekked back to their shop. Party looked around the shack anxiously.

"A-are you here?" They called out as the rest of the gang unloaded their gear. Party Poison was just about the freak out when the curly hair girl (who had a very strange resemblance to Jet Star) snuck out from a small crawl space. She had a bright smile on her dirt smeared face. Party smiled at her and held out a fist, to which she bumped with her own. "You'll come out with us soon. You're almost ready."

"You've been saying that for about two weeks, Party," Fun Ghoul said through a mouthful of refried beans.

"Oh, shut up!" Party countered. The girl snickered. "You think he's funny?"

"Y-yeah, kind of," She giggled. "But he's right. I'm ready, I've been training with this stupid thing for about a year now!"

The girl pulled her short katana blade out of from the holster on her back. Party raised an eyebrow. She did have a point. The girl had come a long way with her weapon, and she wasn't half bad with a ray gun. They looked at Jet, but they gave Party a look that said, "It's your call."

"Well...fine," They said. "Kobra, can you take her out next time you go Drac Camp Looting?"

The tall boy shrugged with a nod and resumed silently reading a comic he'd read hundreds of times since the beginning of the apocalypse. The girl hugged Party Poison with a squeal. They hugged her back, smiling proudly.

~~~

The Killjoy's and the girl had all fallen asleep listening to Dr. D's latest broadcast, after thanking Jet for recording it. Party, of course, wasn't asleep. They never were, they were always far from it. They laid on the dirty floor on top of an even dirtier carpet. They hummed to themself, listening to the silence of the old California desert. A tap on their shoulder made them reach for the gun on their calf, but looking at the dark face of Fun Ghoul made them smile instead. Ghoul held up two cigarettes between his fingers and Party's eyes widened. The two silently stood up and walked outside into the cold air. They used a rare match to light their even rarer cigarettes.

"Tell me how you fucking got these," Party demanded as they took a short, desperate drag from the cancer stick. They'd ever been so happy to see and taste one before.

"Literally found a couple packs in the back. They're old but they'll do," Ghoul said. Party's face dropped.

"A couple packs!?" They exclaimed. Ghoul nodded. "When did you find them!?"

"This morning," He said, a lot more calmly than the latter. "Thought we could share one or two a night while we both suffer from insomnia."

Party Poison said nothing in response. They were shocked that, one, Fun Ghoul had somehow been able to find more than three cigarettes in one sitting, and two, at the fact he hadn't hoarded them all to himself. They sat down and Ghoul almost automatically sat next to them. Party slung an arm around their long time friend, watching the embers at the end of Ghoul's cigarette make his pink lips glow. They looked away, their cheeks tinting in the slightest.

"You're staring at my lips again," Ghoul said. He took the stick out of his mouth, but didn't look at Party.

"W-what?" They stuttered out.

"You think I don't notice?" Party could see the faint outline of a smirk on Ghoul's face. "Party, I'm not blind."

"Why didn't you say something sooner...?" Party asked quietly. They took a long drag from their deteriorating cigarette.

"I didn't mind it," He said coolly.

That was something Party Poison never understood: How was Fun Ghoul so chill? He always new what to say, always new what to do. Whether it was difficulty with the girl or Cola's emotions, or just a heat-of-the-moment action plan. He never seemed scared or sad, but Party knew that that meant Ghoul was hiding something. They also knew not to pressure people too heavily about that kind of stuff, especially during times like these. Party didn't say anything, they just finished their cigarette with Ghoul.

Not much time had passed until Ghoul stood up and headed back inside the shack. They never said goodnight to each other, no one ever said goodnight in their gang. It was always a mutual thought that if they said "goodnight," some sort of jinx would come around and kill them in their sleep. They all did this for "good morning, "goodbye," and "good to see you." A weird tradition, but, hey, they needed some sort of fun to keep them sane.

Party stayed outside for a few more hours, wishing they had another cancer stick to keep them busy. They watched the stars in the moonless sky as the cold of the desert cut through their jacket with ease, but they didn't go back inside until the sun started to rise.

The sun was three-quarters above the horizon now. Party stood up, dusted of their dust stained jeans and walked through the creaking door. Everyone except the Kobra Kid were awake and all heads turned to see the red haired boy standing in the doorway.

"What're you looking at? I am not that pretty," They said.

Jet Star was in the "kitchen" heating up some grainy, watery coffee, Kobra was on the couch with the comic from last night covering his face, and Fun Ghoul and the girl were playing cards at the table. When Party walked past Ghoul, he looked up at them.

"Please tell me you got some sleep last night," Ghoul said. Party shrugged in response.

The girl decided to get her two cents in. "'If you don't get sleep, you'll fall dead on your feet,'" She said without looking from her cards. "My mom use to say that to my brother."

"She's got a point," Kobra said, now wide awake with a cup of "coffee." He leaned against the rotting counter top. "Remember that Jamia chick?"

"Who doesn't?" Ghoul replied all too quickly. Party noticed pain in his eyes.

"Well, she drove herself mad when B.L. took over, remember? She started having nightmares about the Dracs, so she wouldn't sleep. She convinced herself that Better Living had poisoned all the food and water, so she stopped eating and drinking and well...ghosted herself," Kobra explained. Party remembered her faintly. The whole ordeal had happened a few years ago.

"Yeah! We know!" Ghoul said, slamming his cards on the table. The gang waited for him to storm out, but he just huffed and picked his cards back up. The girl looked frightened, but kept playing.

"Anyway...I heard Dr. D and Pony were gonna stop by this week. Friday, right?" Party asked.

"Today's Friday. He should be here soon," Jet said.

The small group sat around, eating their usual beans and drinking their shit coffee. They played the radio, which only had three stations: BL/Ind.'s brainwashing station, Dr. D's station, and a random one that played the same 50 songs on repeat. That's what they listened too. Ghoul beat the girl in two rounds of poker, but she came back and kicked his ass in an intense game of go-fish. It wasn't too long before the door crashed open.

A tall, skinny figure in polka dotted leggings and a heavy looking helmet burst through the door on rollerskates. The Killjoys knew this person well.

"Hey, Show Pony," Party chimed. Show Pony nodded in their direction. The other's greeted him as well.

The girl jumped out of her seat and hugged Pony's waist. He hugged her back, and you could see a smile through his orange tinted window.

"Where's the old man?" Ghoul asked, seeming to be in better spirits.

"Right here," Dr. Death Defying said as he broke into the shack.

Dr. D was a husky man. He was built strong, had shoulder length black hair and a beard. He wore a black leather jacket and a black bandanna around his head. He and Show Pony had been traveling around together since they met the Killjoys. They were partners and bestfriends who had that same ambitions as the gang: Take down Better Living Industries.

"Howdy, sheriff," Party said with a smile.

"Howdy, Poison," Dr. D returned the smile.

The girl gave Dr. D a quick fist bump before sitting on the couch between Kobra and Jet and poking at their comics. Dr. D took his seat at the desk with the radio on it.

"How's the broadcasting been going?" Party asked, sitting next to Ghoul at the table.

"Really well! Show Pony and I have found about 1,000 new listeners in the past three weeks," He explained. "All across America! I didn't even know the signal reached that far, but it doesn't matter because that means there are more survivors out there."

"Fucking rad," Fun Ghoul said.

"No one says 'rad' anymore, dude," Party said.

Ghoul rolled his eyes, "Only the cool kids say 'rad' these days, Party. You wouldn't know."

"I'm the coolest cat in this whole fuckin' desert, Fun Ghoul," They replied smoothly.

As the bickering continued between the two, Dr. D started tuning into the radio. He would often tinker with them, hoping to find a station other than one of the three. It was just static for a long while, until he started picking up something...beeps.

"Quit your flirting! You got a pen and pencil around here!?" Dr. D yelled out. The room went silent, but then the girl ducked into the hiding space, emerging with what he had asked for. Party tried his best to ignore Dr. D's comment.

The group all clustered around Dr. D as he started writing various dots and lines on the paper. Everyone was quite as the beeps continued. At the end of the sequence a voice broke through.

"35 degrees north, negative 115 degrees west," And the beep cycle started over.

"What was that?" Jet asked, breaking the silence.

"Morse code and coordinates. Someone's looking for help or their-"

"Setting a trap," The girl finished. Jet Star patted her on the back, pride clear on his face.

"Exactly," Dr. D said. "So now we make a decision; do we drive out and see what's going on, or do we stay put and let it play itself out?"

"I'm guessing by 'do we drive out' you mean do we, the Killjoys, drive out?" Ghoul asked.

"Got that right. I have a show to broadcast."

"But what if it is a trap?" Ghoul cut in. "What if it's B.L. trying to get any survivors in the area to go there?"

Everyone thought about this. It had happened before to them. They all drove out, the girl included, to some coordinates in the desert, only to find a group of Dracs and Korse himself. They got kicked down a few times, but always got back up and took the girl back. It was why Party was so protective of her.

"It's possible..." Jet Star said.

"But if there is someone out there, don't we want to help them?" The Kobra Kid asked.

"Of course," Party said. "That's why I think we should go out. We've been able to take down a lot of Dracs before, we can sure as hell do it again."

They looked around at their friend's face, they all had the same determined look. Looks like the old Volvo (I know the actual car in the Na Na Na and SING videos wasn't an actual Volvo, but let me live) was going to get another run.

"Do I get to go!?" The girl squeaked. Jet's eyes widened.

"Uh...not on this big of a trip. Not yet," He said worriedly. Everyone gave him a weird look. "It's just- they'll be too many Dracs."

"He's got a point..." Party pressed their lips together.

"Oh, come on! We don't even know if there will be any Dracs there and you promised the girl you'd take her on the next trip," Ghoul broke in.

Party and Jet looked at each other looked at each other nervously. While they were trying to communicate telepathically on what to do, Kobra had whispered something to the girl. Her and Kobra sneakily started packing up a few bags with food, water, and all the necessities. Party only noticed until the two had walked out the door.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He shouted. "What are you doing!?"

"Packing up the car," Kobra said, nonchalantly.

"Yeah, and I'm helping by packing my stuff," The girl said while stuffing the trunk.

"I..." Party started. "Alright..." They said, defeated. Kobra Kid and the girl silently highfived.

When Party arrived back inside, Dr. D and Show Pony looked about ready to leave. Pony was leaning against the counter while Dr. D chatted with Fun Ghoul. Ghoul seemed to be blushing at what he was saying.

"Now, I'm not saying it's obvious, I'm just saying it isn't invisible," Dr. D said.

"What're we talking about?" Party asked.

"Nothing too important," Dr. D replied.

"Sheriff, you know I hate secrets," They said. Party glanced at Ghoul who just looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry, partner, but sometimes we gotta keep them," He started towards the door. He turned and winked at Ghoul. "But sometimes they get out on their own."

Party's gaze shifted quickly over to Ghoul. He had caught the wink. It was obvious by his stunned expression. But he started getting to work pulling his own supplies together for the trip. (A/N What do you think Dr. D and Fun Ghoul were talking about? ;) )

"I'll leave you guys to it then," Dr. Death Defying nodded. "Hey, don't get ghosted. And make sure the listen in. Remember to look alive, sunshine."

"You got it," Party said. Show Pony skated out in front of Dr. D and in a matter of minutes the two had completely disappeared off the road.

The Fabulous Killjoys had packed everything in the Volvo in under an hour and now were deciding on their route. The had a map sprawled over the hood of the car, and Party and Ghoul were bending over it, pointing at and tracing roads. Kobra practiced some "sweet karate moves" behind the shack (so that he couldn't be made fun of). The girl ran about, shooting a ray gun with Jet. The sun was starting to set over the barren land. Party turned the key in the ignition: She still ran. He flicked a stick: And her lights still worked. They decided they would start travelling tonight, it would take them a few hours to get there, and they knew they wanted the stop at as many rest stops and gas stations as possible to see if they could raid anything. They loaded into the car, the girl could not stop bouncing in her seat. It wasn't long until she was out cold, along with Kobra and Jet. Ghoul and Poison were still wide awake in the front seat.

"You nervous at all?" Fun Ghoul asked.

"About which part?" Party Poison chuckled. "The raiding parts? The taking the girl on her first mission part? The driving an old Volvo car in the middle of the desert part?

"The part when we get to our destination. You know...we don't really know what's out there."

"I guess I am," Party said. There was a silence.

There had always been a little bit of tension between Party and Ghoul. They were boyfriends before the apocalypse and during it. Things just never worked out...but a fire of love still burned in both of them, and refused to go out. Party always found himself admiring Ghoul and every beautiful thing about him. Ghoul often took to noticing and then thinking about Party for hours on end.

Ghoul took a side glance at Party, checked the back seat to make sure everyone was asleep, bit his lip, and held his hand out. It took Party less than a second to see this, they took Ghoul's hand and squeezed it. They both relaxed and drove farther into the night. They silently agreed that they didn't need another song about California. They'd seen so much of it already.

~~~

The morning came around, and everyone in the gang slowly woke up and stretched what they could in the cramped car. Party hadn't slept a wink in the past two days, but wasn't feeling the affects just yet. Ghoul crashed out about an hour and a half after taking Party's hand.

"We're gonna pull of at a gas station in a few, guys," Party announced. Everyone grumbled.

Once they did, the group scrambled out of the car stretching as much as the could and pulling each other's arms and legs. God, they were getting old, too. Kobra and the girl took to hacking yet another BL/Ind. "vending" machine. It spewed batteries and ray guns and so why not take as many as they could get? Ghoul tinkered with the gas pumps trying to get them to give up some gas, Party kept studying the map, and Jet kept a literal eye out for danger. (It's funny because he only has one eye....I'll go home) Eventually the machine was empty, the gas tank was full, the spare gas tanks were full, and the route was figured out again. They were about to start out again when the girl spoke up.

"Wait! We should see if they have anything useful inside!"

"Damn, Party, we almost missed that," Jet Star said.

"Oh, right! Good catch, kid," They praised.

Kobra kicked the rotten door open with a kick and they clambered in. The girl couldn't have had a better day to join them, this place was loaded. It had a cooler FULL of water, a pantry with a metric shit ton of canned food, and hell, it even had cassettes. Party looked through them while everyone started putting the loot into the car.

"Fun Ghoul! Check it out!" They held up a David Bowie cassette. "They got Bowie, man!"

Fun Ghoul looked up from the food isle. "Oh, that's ridiculous, Party!" He walked over to them. "I mean, don't waste your time here. Look! They have The Smiths!"

"We're taking 'em all," Party pouted slightly. They picked up the box that was filled with them and put them into the car. The gas station had been completely raided.

As everyone piled back into the car, Fun Ghoul patted the girl's poofy fro. "Good thinking there," She smiled brightly and Jet's eyes sparkled.

They stopped at a few more gas stations, but were soon to arrive at their location. As they neared, the Party Poison decided to talk his boys (and girl) up.

"Alright, remember guys, we really don't know what we're going up against here," They said, making hand motions. "We could either be some really cool guys just helping a few survivors out. Or we could either be really cool guys kicking a shit ton of Draculoid ass. We have to be prepared for both."

"Right, we could get over run really easily if it's a trap. Always be on the look out," Fun Ghoul said, looking back at the three.

"And, kid?" Party said, looking in his rear view mirror at the girl. "I know you're excited to fight, but only fight to defend yourself. Don't go after any Dracs on your own. If one comes after you, take them down, though."

The girl looked a little disappointed. "Alright..."

"Remember, we still need to keep you safe. Not just because we don't want Better Living to get their hands on you, but because we'd like to keep you around as long as you're willing to stick around," Kobra smiled.

"Looks like we're about here," Party said.

When the car pulled up to the coordinates, there was a short walk until they got to want looked like a camp. There were a few tents and a still smoky fire. Everything looked rather new, it was way too suspicious. Everyone got an eery feeling and drew their guns. They slowly crept around the area, watching each other's backs and watching all corners. The camp was abandoned, at least it seemed that way.

"So, do we loot this place and leave?" Fun Ghoul asked after checking in the last tent.

"That seems like the best idea," Jet Star suggested.

"No! This could be someone's camp, we can't take their things if it is," Party Poison said.

"They obviously aren't here though," Ghoul said.

"But they were, not too long ago," Party countered pointing at the fire.

"What's the plan then?" Jet asked

"We wait until they come back," Party said, sitting by the fire.

"What if it's a trap?" The girl asked a nervously.

Kobra Kid pulled a plain white ray gun out of the waist band of his pants and held it out to the girl. "Then we'll be ready."

Everyone settled down around the small fire pit. They made small talk, laughed a bit, but also kept an eye out for any survivors...or Draculoids.

The sun was going down now and there were still no signs of anything or anyone. Jet helped the girl start up another fire. Ghoul decided to look around the camp for food, even though Party insisted that they shouldn't take things from here. "If someone does come back, we can give them our food." Ghoul's logic was that if they ate food they found here, they wouldn't be using their own. While the three busied themselves around the camp, Kobra and Party made a quick dash to the car. The left it hidden in a rock formation so no one could steal from it. They grabbed ragged blankets so that sleep may be a little enjoyable. The boys sprinted back to camp before the sun had set completely.

When they arrived, Ghoul, Jet, and the girl were already eating. Ghoul looked on, disgustedly, as he ate bland canned beans. Jet and the girl seemed to be chewing on something quite happily.

Party laughed at Ghoul's expression while he set down the blankets. "What's that face for?"

"I found salted...pork," He gagged. "And just- ugh. I didn't think I'd have to deal with that again."

"Salted pork!?" Kobra and Party gasped in unison. Jet held up two big pieces and they bit into them with euphoria."

"Oh my god..." Party tossed their head back. "I fucking love this shit."

"You use to hate anything pork, dude," Kobra said around his own dried meat.

"Try having refried beans and only refried beans for 3 years," They retorted.

"I have, we all have," He smirked.

"Let me enjoy this!"

"Gross..." Fun Ghoul scowled. He ate his beans.

"What, the pork?" The girl asked.

"Yeah," Ghoul said flatly.

"You don't eat meat? Or..." She asked.

"Just because the apocalypse began doesn't mean I'm going to begin killing animals," He said.

"Alright, Ghoul, let's not get all edgy over here," Party cut in. "Let's just have dinner around the fire and be as close to family as we can be, yeah?"

The fire kept the group warm in the chilling desert. They shared stories and old memories to keep their hearts warm too. Jet had found a radio in the back of the camp and had tuned into the channel with the repeating songs. They sang the songs out loudly, the worry about the Dracs pushed to the back of their minds.

~~~

It was the middle of the night. Party Poison and Fun Ghoul were, again, wide awake with cigarettes in their mouths. Their hands were intertwined as they listen to the silence of the desert. The boys cuddled under a blanket, shielding themselves from the biting cold.

"I don't get why no one has showed up yet," Party said,

"I know, it's strange," Ghoul agreed. "I say we loot the place in the morning."

Party frowned. "Ghoul-"

"If no one is here, no one is here," He interjected. "They should be smarter about leaving their shit out in the open."

The red-head sighed, taking a long drag. The smoked twisted and turned in the air but was pushed aside as Fun Ghoul blew his own smoke out violently. They finished the cigarettes silently, flicking them into the dying fire. Ghoul left the blanket, leaving Party feeling cold and empty. He stacked more wood onto the fire and returned to Party Poison. They wrapped themself around Ghoul who smiles contently. Nothing was said between the two as Party looked up at Ghoul and carefully pressed their cracked lips to the latter's. Ghoul put his arm around Party as they tangled their fingers in his hair. Their lips moved slowly and in sync with each other, and suddenly the desert wasn't so cold anymore.

After a few minutes of light kissing, the two pulled away. Again, they said nothing, but hold hands under the blanket.

"You know, Party-" Ghoul started after clearing his throat. He was cut off by awful growling noises, and lots of them.

"Everyone up!" Party hollered as they threw the blanket of themself and Ghoul. The rest of the Killjoy's were startled awake, but moved quickly into a fighting stance.

Draculoids emerged from the darkness and no one hesitated to start firing their ray guns. It wasn't just a pack, it was a mob. Hundreds of the disgusting things. They just kept advancing. It was a trap. The gang aimed at the glowing eyes

Party checked over his shoulder to see the girl swiftly ducking into a tent. He felt more relaxed, more determined. He fired rapidly, killing Dracs by the tens. Everyone else seemed to feel the same adrenaline rush, as the Drac count seem to have been completely cut in half. A few of them had managed to sneak closer, punching Kobra Kid in the jaw. He winced, but fought back with the help of Jet Star. Those two fought closer ones fisticuffs while Fun Ghoul and Party Poison mowed down advancing Draculoids. 

A high pitched screaming broke through the cacophony (I've always wanted to use that word). Party Poison jumped over the fire and kicked aside and killed the Dracs that had found the girl in the tent. He put his back to the tent, defending it, defending her. The thing was...she wasn't in there. She was being dragged off by a Drac, Jet shouted at Party about this but it was too late.

There was now a presence behind him, a breath on his neck, a cold ray gun butt to his head, and soon-

Nothing.

Party Poison's body fell to the ground lifeless as Korse cackled. 

"Get the girl and move out!" He yelled. Jet Star tried to run after the girl and the Dracs but the Kobra Kid held him back. There was no point. In a matter of minutes, the chaos was silent.

Fun Ghoul sobbed over Party Poison's body. Kobra screamed and kicked down all the tents. Jet Star let tears stream down his face.

An hour passed. Nothing was better, nothing was difference, except the sun was rising and the boys no longer had any tears to cry. Ghoul unzipped Party's blue jacket and found their yellow mask. He slipped it over their closed eyes. The remaining Killjoy's looked at each other and made the silent agreement to leave Party's body where it was. After briskly looting the camp, they made their way back to the Volvo.

The girl was gone.

Party Poison was gone.

Soon, they'd all be gone too.

Jet Star sat in the front seat while Fun Ghoul took shotgun. Kobra Kid laid down in the back of the car, silent. Ghoul looked to his feet and saw the Bowie cassette tape.

"I'll be right back," He mumbled. 

He picked up the tape and ran back to Party Poison's body. He placed the tape inside their jacket. Ghoul look one last look at their body, shaking their head. He bent down and put two fingers to his lips, just like he had done to Jamia when she died. He wouldn't kiss them.

Ghoul looked at the sun, back in the direction of the Volvo, and then to Party. He took Party's ray gun out of it's holster. He made up his mind.

He heard the car slowly nearing him. He yelled the gun up to his temple and said his last words.

"We are the kids from yesterday..."

Bang.

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It's donnnee!!~~

I've been working on this stupid shit for over a month now and it's finally done. This wasn't the original ending, I wanted it to keep going, but if it did it would've turned into an actual book. I just wanted to get this out.

I hope this wasn't too terrible! And it wasn't proofread either :0

Thanks (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧