We parked our car a few blocks away from all the security and now we were walking there. As soon as we saw the gates, Wade launched the explosives and when it was the moment, he exploded, this all happening with us running for our lives. It was around 4 am but boi, there was security there.

"ALRIGHT BOYS AND GIRL!! DO YOUR FUCKING THING!!!!!" I scream and then it was a mess of deadly butter knives, gun shots, mercenary stuff, music and lasers.

"fUCK YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Gee sang or screamed at the mic. Frank was insane, he was jumping, kicking, punching, wiggling and many more Frank stuff while playing guitar like crazy, but like, what's new, he's Frank after all.

Ray was more calm than Frank but still crazy, headbanging so hard and- WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!? THERE ARE BUTTER KNIVES LAUNCHING THEMSELVES OUT OF RAY'S HAIR. 

Mikey had more energy and his awkward knees were on point. I think that killing Trump makes him more energetic.

Wade was, well, Wade. I can't really say that he was different so yeah, move on.

Vic was throwing butter knives all over the place and screaming too.

I sometimes had to dodge lasers or knives or whatever in order to not get killed, but other than that, I was fighting like there was no tomorrow and shooting like crazy, sometimes screaming too because it feels good.

We were still running and running and finally got inside of the White House, there was more security and we never stopped fighting.

We ran and we ran until we had to run a bit more because more security came and I think we are going in the right direc- oops nope, that's the bathrooms. "OTHER DIRECTION!"

"YOU MEAN ONE DIRECTION!" One of the boys yelled. Out of the blue, the wall beside us exploded and Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Andy Hurley, Joe Trohman and Brendon Urie appeared and started to fight with us .

"OH YEAH BABY!" Pete yelled. "MIKEY!"

"PETE!" They ran to each other and hugged and kissed and continued to fight, back to back.

"YES! PETEKEY ALL THE WAY BITCHES!" I screamed because I ship them hard. Everyone was crazy.

Patrick had a whip made out of guitar strings.

Andy had unlimited drumsticks and was throwing them everywhere.

Pete had a bass like Mikey, no doubt that it was Mikey's present to him.

Joe had butter knives getting out of his hair like Ray and fighted a bit with kicks and punches.

Brendon was singing those high high notes and killing people with them.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T INVITE US TO KILL TRUMP BITCHES!" Brendon sang and I almost went def.

"WELL I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T WANT TO BE DEF!"  Frank screamed and we all screamed 'AGREE'.

"TRUMP, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Vic taunted and ran everywhere. We eventually found him in a random room doing nothing, just staring at a wall, so me and Vic went behind him and pushed his wig down and- OH SHIT, IT'S REALLY A WIG! Geesus, why couldn't he have a better wig? He didn't move so yeah, we all went in front of him and Brendon started to record. By the way, all the guards were down.

"Any last words bitch?" He said and Trump just stared.

"All hail Geesus, the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned. Don't forget to close the goddamn door and thank Pete. Bye bye motherfuckers." Trump said while bowing. The next second he was dead, killed with one shot or stab or whatever from everyone of us.

"Well that was easy." I said and we walked away.

"Desolation row?" Mikey asked and all of a sudden, we all had outfits from the 'Desolation row' music video and started to scream because why the fuck not?

"Well, our mission is fucking done. Are we criminals or something? Cause we don't have a president to make rules, we can do whatever we want." Andy said and we all shrugged.

"I guess people that hate Trump will thank us and make us be their kings and queens." Ray said.

Hey guys, idk what the fuck is this so yeah.

Should I continue or not? Cause like, this is shit, they killed him and idk what to do with this.

bai