Nov 26, 2025
venom siblings but they’re twins. kobra feeling part of himself die when party dies. him feeling party die before he see’s it. thats all i have
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venom siblings but they’re twins. kobra feeling part of himself die when party dies. him feeling party die before he see’s it. thats all i have
My take on the LLTBP lore that is currently happening
Okay so..I realize I have like no followers or anything at all and little to no internet presence and also doubt anybody will actually see this, but I think I solved the tour’s lore, and the video they added to their website called chapter one with the PHANTOM style text on the bottom just pushed my delusion further. I started theorizing this back in February of this year during the Latin leg. Please enjoy my thought process
SPOILER WARNING FOR THE KILLJOYS COMIC
The Black Parade were a group of young activists in Dragg who spoke up about the government, and were hated by the grand immortal dictator for their values. They were performing in Mexico when they were killed in an ‘accidental fire’ but I don't think it was accidental at all..
The killing of The Black Parade had the opposite effect that the government thought it would. They thought that killing them would make the public stop, fall silent, and forget. But after the death of The Black Parade, people became outraged as more news sources covered the story about the fire.
Meanwhile, across the ocean in Battery City, California, a group of vigilantes were causing a massive uproar by trying to free the public from the holds of B.L.I, an evil corporation that owned the city and wanted a utopia and had heavy restrictions on the public. The vigilantes being the Killjoys and were very similar to The Black Parade and B.L.I also wanted to stop them. So B.L.I took something that they cared about and would fight to the death for, Missile Kid. While trying to save Missile Kid from B.L.I, they ‘died’ in the process. In the comic, you can survive being hit by the zap gun. You're just stuck in limbo where you are a ghost essentially, and your physical body is unconscious for an unknown amount of time. For example, when Missile Kid was shot during the day, and the in limbo scene, but woke back up at night.
So while they were in limbo, they were taken into the B.L.I headquarters and ‘reset’ with the tube, which is also shown in the comic when they corrected people who even made the smallest mistakes (as shown with Korse because he was gay, let a robot flee the city line, and didn't make the quota). But now, since the Killjoys were major criminals in the city after ‘resetting’ them (for fear of remembering), they sent them to a different country, Dragg, more specifically The Moat in Dragg.
And so, they were to be turned into puppets by the facility during the Latin America leg, that is the prequel to the first leg, and now the second leg as confirmed by the Rockville festival. During “Sleep” in the Latin leg, we are shown that everybody was corrected by the secretary, the clerk, the dictator, and The Killjoys—but not Sylvia, the head nurse, meaning she is the only one being authentic. 100% normal. That means she is behind it all, secretly being disguised as an elite in the Dragg society, using all the reconditioned people as puppets for her bidding. She is the real dictator, and everybody else is a puppet.
So far that's all I’ve got, mainly because the second leg hasn't officially started and I would need a few more shows to continue my theory, or to prove that it is true. But with the drop of the Danger Days deluxe version being confirmed today, and their website updating with a short video where it shows a live broadcast of Route Guano, then a bunch of static cutting to a B.L.I stand by screen with a clock and the time being 5:20 (I have no clue what the numbers on the top left corner mean AT ALL). But I think some very interesting things are going to happen, possibly over the course of the next month until the second leg officially starts.
My friend Baesho pointed out a potential theory though: “Also do you think the last chapter will be mcr 5? For the ‘new’ characters cause we never actually heard them sing about themselves after reconditioning..” so maybe some mcr 5 copium to cling onto for a few months….
BROO I saw you want to write MCR fics can you please do anything involving the Danger Days characters x reader?? I'd be so happy if you did<3
Girl - Party Poison x Reader
Warnings: bit of angst lol
Word Count: 1853
A/N: Hello! I wrote this last year and thought I'd revive it so hopefully this is decent :) Enjoy! Hopefully you'll request something else :)
“What time did Dr. D’s broadcast start again?” Fun Ghoul shouted from outside the diner. He had been out there for nearly an hour, working on the Trans-AM—our car.
“7:30,” I called back. “Party’s out with Jet getting the bonfire set up. The Girl’s taking a nap, but she’s bringing the radio.” Kobra and I had been sitting inside the diner at one of our favorite tables, sketching in the notebook we bought last week from Tommy Chow Mein.
“You know, the Girl thinks you don’t like her,” Kobra mentioned as he sketched a draculoid. “She told me last night during our late-night chat. I think you should tell her the truth.” He knew I wouldn’t, though.
“Did she really say that?” I looked up from my drawing, feeling upset and disappointed. Kobra nodded. “You know I like her. It’s just… weird. I don’t know how to act around her, K. What did you tell her?”
“I told her you do like her, but you show it differently than the rest of us,” Kobra replied with a knowing smile.
“Good. I do like her. Probably more than all you killjoys,” I muttered, looking back down at my drawing.
“Ugh, this damn car won’t hold paint for longer than three days in this radiation!” Ghoul yelled, kicking the ground in frustration.
“Just wait for Jet to get back, Ghoul,” Kobra shouted back. “They’re gonna be here any minute.” Jet always knew what to do with the Trans-AM. It was his car, after all.
“Who’s gonna be back any minute?” a voice rang from the garage. Party Poison, with his fiery red hair, ran into the diner, grinning. Jet Star followed close behind, walking into the back room where the Girl slept.
“Party!” I smiled, jumping up and running into his arms. He hugged me tightly, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Hey, baby. Did Kobra take good care of you?” Party asked, glancing over at his brother.
“He sure did. We just did some drawing, nothing too wild,” Kobra laughed.
“Guys, the sun’s about to set. Can we get going?” Ghoul called from outside again.
“Yeah, we’re coming. I’ll grab the Girl,” Kobra said, heading into the back room.
“See any dracs?” I asked Party as we walked toward the car.
“Not really. A few in the distance, but we’ll be fine tonight. We always take shifts,” he said, full of energy, as usual. That was why he led us—he kept us together and safe with that boundless drive.
“There she is!” Ghoul grinned as Kobra, Jet, and the Girl got into the car. “How you doing?” Kobra and the Girl climbed into the back with Party and me, while Ghoul and Jet took the front. The car was built for four, but if I sat on Party’s lap, Kobra could squeeze the Girl in next to him, allowing us all to fit.
“I’m sleepy, but I’m ready to party tonight!” she beamed up at Kobra.
Those two had always been close. The Girl’s mom was my sister. Not that she knew that. Her mom left as soon as the Girl was born, post-Analog Wars, never telling us who the father was. Both of us had been captured by BLI and stuck in Battery City. We escaped and reached the desert just a week after she found out she was pregnant. No one had ever asked about the father. None of us wanted to know the horrors Better Living put her through. After we arrived, Kobra looked after the Girl while Party and I grew close. The others liked her, loved spending time with her, but I struggled. She was too much like her mom. I couldn’t stand watching my niece act and look just like her mother—it killed me. That’s why Party was always by my side. He knew how I felt.
“That’s great ‘cause we’re definitely ready too,” Jet smiled as we arrived at our spot. The sun finally set, leaving the desert peaceful and dark. The bonfire crackled as we got out of the car, Kobra holding the Girl’s hand. She smiled, looking happy, clutching the small boombox she’d decorated the night before.
“Wait!” Party whispered, quickly pulling out his blaster. I followed his gaze over the sand dune. Korse.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling out my neon purple blaster.
“This is gonna suck the life out of me. There are dracs everywhere,” Jet said, scanning the area. Blaster rays lit up the air, striking the sand and the Trans-AM. Ghoul and Jet opened fire, taking out as many dracs as they could.
“Keep the Girl safe, Kobra!” I shouted as I ran. Korse went after me first—he knew exactly who I was. Jet got knocked out by a drac with a bottle, but Fun Ghoul kept firing, then ran to check on him. Party charged toward Korse, aiming his blaster, but had to retreat when he got shot at. Two dracs grabbed my arms, holding me back as Korse stood there, smug.
“Your little girl is coming with us, Y/N,” Korse sneered, using my real name—one I hadn’t heard since I left the city. “I don’t want to hurt you, but we don’t have much of a choice.”
“You’re not taking her!” I struggled against the dracs. “We won’t let you!”
“We?” Korse smirked. “You and your little band of Killjoys? Look around—they’re all down. You’re lucky we haven’t killed anyone yet.” The dracs dragged the Girl over, and she kicked and screamed.
A yellow ray cut through the air, dropping the dracs holding me. Party. He was alive.
“Party Poison! Get the Girl to the car!” Korse shouted as the surviving draculoids swarmed her. Party dodged Korse’s shots, inching closer. I managed to break free, fumbling to pull out my blaster. But Korse was faster, firing at me and missing deliberately. I dashed toward the others, watching as Party and Korse exchanged fire, each dodging the other’s shots. Finally, Korse knocked Party’s mask into the sand, then made his escape, driving off in the Trans-AM.
“Party? Are you okay?” I asked, crawling over to him. He lay motionless, not making a sound. “Party!” I screamed. For a second, I thought he was dead. I felt like I might throw up.
“Vinyl, I’m okay,” he groaned, reaching out to hold my hand.
“You saved me back there… You didn’t have to. You could’ve been killed—”
“I’ll always choose you. You should know that by now,” he chuckled weakly, coughing as he sat up.
“Jet, Ghoul, you guys okay?” I called, helping Party to his feet.
“I’m alive, if that’s what you’re asking,” Ghoul groaned, rubbing his back. His vest had a fresh smoking hole where he’d been hit.
“Me too,” Jet called, grabbing his blaster. I looked over at the Trans-AM, where Kobra lay unconscious. Party rushed over to his brother, helping him sit up as Jet fetched some water. Once we were sure Kobra was okay, the weight of what had just happened hit me. I felt sick.
One minute I was standing in the desert, and the next, everything went black. The last thing I saw was Party running toward me before I collapsed into someone’s arms.
Bright lights. The diner. Party lying next to me. Kobra sitting above us. The Girl. Gone. I sat up as fast as I could, obviously scaring the hell out of Party, who fell off the mattress.
“The Girl! Kobra, where is she?” I shouted, looking around, tears burning in my eyes. “Where is she!?” I screamed. A pair of arms wrapped around me, holding me back. Jet and Fun ran into the room, worried looks on their faces.
“Shit, is she okay?” Fun asked, sitting next to Kobra, who shook his head.
“Where is she? I’m going to kill you, Kobra,” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. He just sat there, expressionless.
“Hush, calm down, Vinyl. Breathe,” I heard Party say softly. I looked up and found him, kissing my temple.
“I won’t be calm, Party! She’s gone. My—my niece. She thinks I hate her. She’s my only family, and she doesn’t even know it. She’s like my daughter,” I wept.
“Don’t you think she’s like my daughter too, Vinyl? I spend all my time with the Girl, trying to convince her that you don’t hate her,” Kobra muttered. He had no right to say that to me. My sister might’ve loved him, and I might love his brother, but he was supposed to protect her. He was in charge of her.
“I’m going to get her,” I tried to wriggle out of Party’s arms, but he held me tighter. “Let me go, P. I’m calm,” I said, looking at him.
“You’re not going to get her. We’re going to make a plan. Together. In a few days, we’ll find her and bring her back. In the meantime, we’ll take shifts to look after you. I’m not letting you stay up alone, and I know you’re not going to sleep—not after this,” Party said as he gently let me go, helping me sit down on our shared mattress.
“We’ll find her, Vinyl. I promise,” Kobra said, sitting down next to me. “It’s going to be okay. And if we don’t find her, then we’ll end up dusted trying.” He wiped the tears from my face before getting up and heading into the diner with Jet and Fun to start planning.
Party lay down next to me, facing me. I stayed quiet, lost in my thoughts. She thinks I hate her. She doesn’t even know we’re family. She’s probably so scared. They’re probably experimenting on her right now.
“Vinyl, breathe. She’s going to be okay. We raised her right. She knows how to look after herself,” he said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“She thinks I hate her, Party. I can’t live knowing that she thinks I hate her,” I murmured, pressing my face into his chest. He pulled me closer.
“She knows you love her, V. I know she does. We were just talking a few days ago about you. She was asking about us, about you. Asked what you were like before she arrived. Asked if you and I were in love with each other. She notices everything between us, everything about you. Kobra and I sat her down, and we had a big conversation about you. Told her that you did like her but that she reminded you of someone you lost. The Girl understood, V. She understood. And I know she still does. She knows we’re going to come for her,” he said, cupping my face and making me look into his eyes.
“God, how is it that you always know exactly what to say to me, Party Poison? It’s like you’re made for me,” I smiled.
“Because we are made for each other,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead and wrapping his arms around me affectionately. “We’re going to find her, V, I promise. And when we do, we’re going to tell her the truth about who she is.”
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Killjoys, Make Some Noise 🕷 Because after entirely overthinking it, I’ve redesigned my Killjoysona to coincide with the 2nd HipDot x My Chemical Romance Collection going up for PreOrder today! 💥
I seriously spent way, way, way too long on her, but she came out so good!! 💜
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