YEP
I decided to revive and finish my first fanfic, the one that sort of died.
so here it is
Remember, its confuzzling!

OMG NEW NIKKO FANFIC!!!!!!

HAHA FIRST REPLY!!!!!!!!

ok! -putsonthinkingcap-

*Prologue*

Brendon let his head thump onto the piano keys. Ryan sighed."stop that is so annoying". Brendon, being Brendon, did it again. Jon grined, and Spencer threw a drumstick at Brendon.
"Ow! okay i'll stop". Ryan laughed,
"thanks Spence. okay one two three..."
There was an enormous bang.They looked at each other, stunned.
"well, Ry, i'm not to sure about those lyrics,"said Brendon. He stood up and went towards the door. As his fingers touched the handle, a sound like a loudspeaker clicked on.
"Well aren't you boys creative. You will surely add power to my plans!"
"not to seem rude, but what the fuck?"said Spencer.
"yeah what is this?"demanded Jon.
"you'll find out in time my pretties. But this certainly is satisfactory. For now forget..."
*
A couple of hours later, Brendon dropped his head onto the piano.
"oh for the love of god stop!"
The singer grinned.
And outside, forces watched them, interested in the music that flowed from the young band.
they were fans, but not for good reasons.

Three days later, Brendon, still sugar-high from the previous night, was fixing himself some cereal.
He glanced up as Spencer entered the room.
"i had the weirdest dream" they both said at the same time.
Spencer grinned. "did it involve strippers by any chance?"Brendon queried
"err, no Bren," Spencer said. "is there something you want to.."
"Shut up"
Spencer laughed, and busied himself making some sort of breakfast.
"Morning."
SPencer turned."Hi Ry."
"is the Sleeping Bassist up yet"
Ryan snorted. "what do you think? Alien invaders wouldn't wake him before he was ready. I have come up with a pretty awesome concept though. See the idea is based on..."
Ryan was cut of by a yell. Jon ran into the room, a look of terror on his face.
"Jon!"
"Dude whats up?"asked Brendon, his brow furrowed.
Jon pointed to the sleeping room.
"They're gonna take it Bren, they're gonna take it all!!!"
The other three glanced at each other, then headed towards the room. Jon stood, shivering slightly.

Chapter 2, Brendon Therapy
Ryan, Spencer and Brendon edged into the room to find...
Absolutely nothing.
“Jon what’s going on” demanded Ryan.
“Yeah dude I was expecting at least one corpse or something” Brendon called, annoyed.
Jon edged into the room.
“But it was so real.” The bassist looked confused.
“Dude were you dreaming?” asked Ryan.
Jon nodded.
“I think I must have been.” He gazed anxiously at his bandmates, expecting to be severely told off/teased. He was surprised to discover that this didn’t happen. Brendon and Spencer looked at each other, and Ryan looked troubled.
“Did you guys have the same dream?”
“I had a dream,” said Spencer. “And my god it was weird.”
“I had a dream too. It-‘’
“I don’t think stripper dreams count man,” Spence informed him.
“It wasn’t like that! She just looked like a stripper. The dream was...freaky. What about you Ry?”
Ryan didn’t answer. He simply gazed down at the floor, a troubled frown on his face, and he made little circles with his foot. He looked up at Jon.
“What were they gonna take Jon?”
“Our music. This guy said he was gonna take our music. He said we’d help him with his plans, and then we’d be inspirationally dry, and he’d be finished with us.”
“That’s what the guy in my dream said,” murmured Ryan.
“Maybe this place is haunted or something. I mean we’ve never had the same dream before, and it is a little... X-Files,” said Spencer.
Brendon rolled his eyes. Spencer poked him.
“Stop rolling your eyes at me Urie. Do you have a better explanation?”
Brendon shook his head. “No, I think this is just a coincidence.”
Ryan nodded, Jon looked a little doubtful.
“And anyway, there is no way we’re ever gonna be ‘inspirationally dry’. Not with the lyrics that Ross is coming out with.”
Spence grinned. “That’s true” he laughed. “So Ry, what’s this new concept.”
Brendon looked at Jon. The bassist looked uncertain.
“it just looked so real Bren.”
“I know weird stripper lady seemed pretty convinced that our songs would fuel some grand scheme. But seriously dude, it’s impossible. And we did watch that weird movie last night.”
Jon nodded, more relaxed. Brendon nodded back, happy that he had eased his bandmates fears.
“Now if we’re all done fussing, Ryho can tell us his new master themes, and I can get back to my Cheerios and Redbull. Honestly, I should be a therapist.”
“Ewwww! Redbull and Cheerios! Dude you FREAK” chimed Jon, now completely at ease.
“Ewwww! Brendon therapy! Man you’d scar everyone, we’re barely hanging on as it is” cried Spencer.
Ryan slapped Brendon round the back of the head. “Don’t call me Ryho, you loveable weirdo.”

Chapter 3 “yuuuummmm, Jonbull! Tasty!”
*an undisclosed location, just after the dream incident*
“The young Urie is quite a peacekeeper. Perhaps you should recruit him?”
“No, the boy is far too... nice, to do what we want to do. Besides, he won’t be much use drained of his creativity, will he?” said an ominous male voice.
The woman laughed. “No, probably not”
“What I do want to know is why they had those dreams. If those ‘saviours’ are messing with my company again...”
“I’ll get someone on it, sir. In the meantime, would you like an update on the other contracts?”
“Yes. What is the status of that author woman?”...
*********
*back in Panic’s cabin, fifteen minutes later.*
“I’m going for a walk,” said Spencer.
Ryan nodded. Brendon was shovelling the last of his breakfast down his throat, watched by a repulsed Jon. Spencer grinned, and stepped outside.
“I cannot believe you just ate that” said a disgusted Jon.
Brendon dropped his spoon into his bowl. “yummy yummy, TASTY”
Ryan smiled “What do you mean you can’t believe, Jon. This is Bren we’re talking about here. He’d eat YOU if you were covered in Redbull.”
Jon snorted, and looked at Brendon. The singer was looking at him in a whole new light.
“yuuuummmm, Jonbull! Tasty!”
Jon grinned. Then looked slightly scared as he realised the singer wasn’t joking. He backed away looking slightly disturbed. As Brendon stood up Jon leapt up, and ran out of the room
“I errrrr... need a shower!”
“What again?” asked Brendon innocently. He waited until Jon was out of earshot, then he cracked up. Ryan joined in.
“How do you do it?”He said, catching his breath.
“How do I do what?”
“Jon.”
“How do I do Jon???!!!!!!” Brendon dipped his head thoughtfully to one side “passionately.”
“You know what I meant,” said Ryan, flushing slightly.
“How do I wind him up you mean? Easily, I’ll show you.”
Ryan grinned, then looked past Brendon’s head. “Okay Jon?”
“No. I have just come to the conclusion that our singer is an aggravating little...”
“BEEEEEEEEP” chirped Brendon.
Jon glared at him, then carried on talking.
“And as such I am not playing Guitar hero with him. Ever”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried Brendon. “Please Jon I’ll do ANYTHING!” he sank to his knees and through his arms around Jon’s waist.
“Really...” purred Jon thoughtfully
“No” interrupted Ryan, “you go tune your bass.”
Ryan had his ‘no-nonsense’ face on (which they were sure was his ‘sex face’), so Jon agreed. Brendon clung to his legs as he walked, and was dragged across the floor on his stomach a little way before Jon could worm free.
“RyRy” he giggled, “I’m a Jon horse open sleigh.”
Ryan sighed, and walked to the practise room, stepping on Brendon’s butt as he did so. “No more Redbull for you today.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Ryan sighed as he felt his friend latch on to his legs.

OHMYGAWW! poor panic! being creeped on by... evil overloards?
anyway
t'was lovely.
continue soon?
nvm

{NB the scenes in the different places take place just after each other, unless stated otherwise}
Chapter 4, SPENCER!!!
*an undisclosed location*

“I think it’s time to get proactive.” the ominous male voice said, watching the young Panic singer shove a can of Redbull into his jeans, as the guitarist looked on, exasperated.
The woman, hidden in the shadows of the room, smiled nastily. She was the kind of person who smiled in that way if she was told she could hurt a small child, or an animal. Or pretty much anything really. She wasn’t very nice.
“I’ll get on it sir.” She left the room.
“well ‘Panic at the Disco,’” sneered the man, “it’s time to raise the stakes.”

*the cabin*

“look, I’ve got him distracted, just get it out!”
“No”
“Jon!”
“I am not going in there.”
“JON!”
“I will not fish for Redbull in Brendon’s jeans, Ryan!”
“FOR GOD’S SAKE JONATHON JACOB WALKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“FINE! How have I been reduced to this?!”
Jon winced, and plucked the can out of the singer’s jeans, while Ryan held Brendon’s arms behind his back. The singer stopped struggling when he felt the tickle of Jon’s fingers.
“Ohhh Jon! Kinky!” said Brendon.
Sensing danger, Ryan quickly intervened “Band Practise!” he declared.
Jon ignored him. “If you ever mention this again,” he threatened a giggling Brendon, “I’m gonna shove this can right up your...”
“EASY NOW” cut in Ryan, whilst glaring at Bren to keep his mouth shut. “Now come on, band practise!”
“How can we practise with no drummer?” queried Brendon.
“Yeah, where is Spence?”
“Damn that’s it,” said Ryan. “He went for a Walk.”
Brendon glanced at Jon “I can understand why, he has such gentle fingers.”
Ryan sighed. Surprisingly, Jon ignored the comment.
“Come on,” he said with a sigh, “we’d better...”
But he was cut off.
“AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH”
“SPENCER!!!”The three of them cried, dashing out of the cabin, leaving a can of Redbull rolling on the floor behind them.

OMG THAT HI-LAR-E-US

FOR SOEM REASON WHEN JON CAME RUNNING OUT OF THE ROOM I IMAGINED HIM NAKED BUT WITH A BEDSHEET HE WAS WAERING AS A DIAPER AND HE WAS JUST BARELY HOLDING UP HEHE

LOL
Nikko, I remember reading this a long time ago, before I registered!
^_^
Good job on reposting it!

YEAH!
and im gonna finish it this time!
umm, its gonna go really fast at first, so beware!

this is FUNNEH!

DOOODE YAYZ I LUFFLE THIS THING!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 5, The Messenger
*outside the cabin*

Spencer was kneeling on the path with a strange woman behind him. She had one of his wrists in her hand, and her knee was firmly shoved into his back. He was grimacing in pain. The other three skidded to a halt as they came upon this scene.
“Spence!”Ryan cried, eyes on his childhood friend.
“Well well. What do we have here...”the woman leered.
Brendon gasped, a stunned expression on his face. “I know you!”
That seemed to unsettle the woman. “How on earth do you know me? Little Whelp!”
Brendon looked at his bandmates, and said in a rush, “its that stripper woman, you know the one I said I dreamed about, that was my weird dream, you know?”
“What God-awful strip clubs do you go to?”demanded Jon.
The woman was at least six foot tall, with cruel steel grey eyes, and a thin mouth. Her nose was one of those that looked like it had some horrendous odour right underneath it. You know the expression. She was muscular, not weirdly, but more so than the guys in front of her. On the whole, she wasn’t that attractive. More like repulsive.
“How the hell does she look like a stripper?”
“I thought the outfit looked stripperish,” said Brendon defensively.
The outfit was red and black leather. And there wasn’t that much of it. Interestingly, she had a whip in her left hand.
“Looks more...Dominatrix like,” said Jon.
“Yeah I suppose it do...”
“HELLO! Talking about the WRONG thing, guys!” said Ryan, gesturing at Spencer.
The woman seemed to agree, yanking Spencer’s hair. He yelled, and tears came to his frightened eyes. This bizarre lady meant business.
“Let him go you demon-whore!”yelled Brendon.
“No. My master has plans for you children. And keeping this one will ensure your... co-operation, for want of a better word.”
Jon snarled, “I was taught not to hit girls, but you don’t fit into that category.” He readied his fists. The woman smiled, and lashed her whip. It cut Jon’s cheek and he cried out.
“Look,” said Ryan desperately, “let Spence go, and then maybe we’ll help.”
“It doesn’t work like that, child.”
“LET HIM GO” screamed Ryan, terrified for his friend.
“I don’t think so.” She glared at Jon, who was holding his cheek. “Perhaps, for the insult, I’ll lash him now.”
They all darted forward as she shoved Spence on the ground, and readied her whip. But then they were all frozen by a lovely, different female voice.
“I don’t think so.”