2006

You owned a small diner with only a few employees, tucked away on a quiet street. It was cozy and well-kept, filled with crimson and checkered accents that gave the place a nostalgic, slightly vintage feel. You were a huge My Chemical Romance fan, so the record player behind the counter was almost always spinning one of their records.

It was late on a Thursday night, and “You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison” played softly through the speakers. You stood behind the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with the volume knob, trying to find that perfect balance—quiet enough to keep the diner peaceful, but loud enough to actually hear the music.

You didn’t notice the four men who had just walked through the door.

You turned around, finally realizing who had just walked into your diner: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, and Ray Toro.