I'm Just a Boy, who had to sing this Song

by TimeRarity64

Rating: everyone
Tags: Braeburn, Spike, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Pipsqueak, Rarity, Tragedy, Dinky Hooves, Derpy Hooves, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Other, Romance, Princess Luna
Length: 5505

Well to get this out of my head I give you the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

I did it for fun and cause I adore the band as well so anyway enjoy the short story.

UPDATE: Well I'm going to continue this, I like doing song-fics for characters.

Published 2012-03-11 23:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-04 22:57:28 UTC

I'm Just a Boy, Who had to Sing this Song

(MLP is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust, Welcome to The Black Parade belongs to My Chemical Romance.)

(I wanted to get this off my mind for a long time; actually a lot of things, and this is just one of them. Now as you know this song was inspired by my favorite band, My Chemical Romance. So not to waste your lovely time readers, enjoy.)

“Welcome to the Black Parade, a purgatory where you will march endlessly in a parade which no one watches or even knows exists. Don’t worry, you’re not alone. In the Black Parade there is always the dead to keep you company.” –Timefather64

I’m Just a Boy, who had to sing this Song
By Timefather64

There I stood. On the stage, as the crowd of ponies watch me. Waiting in anticipation for me to sing, I couldn’t believe it really. Why? Well when I was young I lived with my father. My mother died giving birth to me and the old man was left to raise me.

My dad was a musician. He always had amazing talents in playing any instrument, his favorite was the Cello. I see him play it a lot but most of his music was depressing, yet was still amazing. I wanted to be just like him. A musician colt that’s just following in his father’s hoof prints. He played the best music in the world, well that’s what I believe but here’s something you should know about my father. His music never got around in any city. Most ponies loved other ponies’ songs more than his.

Guess it was just the popularity trend that was going on. My father’s music was forgotten by a lot of ponies, but I didn’t forget his music. His music is what inspired me...without him I wouldn’t be famous today.

My band begins the song. I hear the piano playing its saddening keys like a broken heart symphony. I open my mouth and began to sing this song.

‘When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, “Son when you grow up,
will you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned?”

The reason he played music and made it was because he wanted to express his feelings towards the world. How he felt towards life. How he felt towards everything, especially me. He made a song for me once, but this song made me feel different. He said that when I grow up he wouldn’t be here in this world anymore, and it will be up to me to take care of myself. It confused me why he would make a song like that for me.

‘He said, “Will you defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers
The plans that they have made?
Because one day I’ll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the Black Parade”

This song he made me was based on a parade a musician like him knows called “The Black Parade”. He said, that when he goes to this parade, he cannot take me. He said I had to stay here and live my life the way I wanted. So I did…I became a musician and soon formed a band. I didn’t do all of this for myself, no, I did it for him, my father.

WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY!
MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY!
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!

The crowd of ponies began to feel the music. They began to feel what I’m feeling right now with this song. This song of my father, the very stallion that raised me to be who I am today.

HE SAID, “SON WHEN, YOU GROW UP!
WILL YOU BE, THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN!
THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!?”

The music slows down. The tension is building up. It’s time now to shout out my father’s dream. His legacy will continue with me. I will let everypony know how he felt towards this world., how he felt towards his music, his self, and how he felt towards me. The music begins to play and I began to feel the flow of the instruments being played. My mind bursts and my voice takes over making me feel like there’s a ghost possessing me.

Sometimes I get this feeling, she’s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you’re gone we want you all to know.

I wanted them to know. To know how I felt. So I raise and unleash my voice like a siren singing in the seas. To sing to them why I became like this. Why I sing and who I sing for.

We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on
And though you’re dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on, we’ll carry on
And in my heart, I can’t contain it
The anthem won’t explain it!

Nothing else can explain how I feel anymore. His memory isn’t passed on by this song, but by my voice. My voice will pass on his legacy to the ponies that are cheering and waving their heads around dancing to the music.

The world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black
And take it back
Let’s shout loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call!

Now the music goes wild and the crowd of ponies begins to sing along with me.

To carry on! We’ll carry on!
And though you’re dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on, we’ll carry on!
And though you’re broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches!

Now the song is getting intense as I unleash more and more of my father’s words along with my own to this world and all of those that live in it.

On and on we carry through your fears!
Disappointed faces of your pears!
Take a look at me!
‘Cause I could not care at All!

This was it, where the ponies are swept away by my father’s voice. The members of the band sing along with me as we shout out loud and clear for the rest of this world to hear us.

Do or die! You’ll never make me!
Because the world! Will never take my heart!
Go and try! You’ll never break me!
We want it all! We wanna play this part!

I’m going to let this world know it loud and understand it clear. My father’s legacy will be passed on and will never be forgotten again. His music, his voice, his dream, and his memory will carry on.

I won’t explain! Or say I’m sorry!
I’m unashamed! I’m gonna show my scar!
Give a cheer! For all the broken!
Listen here! Because it’s who we are!

He left this song for me, his son. The remainder of his legacy, I hope he hears me there, in the parade that he has told me about. The parade he continues to march in, being the marching skeleton of the Black Parade.

I’m just a man!
I’m not a hero!
I’m Just a Boy!
Who had to sing this Song!
I’m just a man!
I’m not a hero!
I!
Don’t!
Care!

The crowd of ponies began to holler and sing along again. I see fireworks shoot up into the skies that belong to Luna. But, at this time, the skies belong to no pony. My voice took control of everypony here. Now it is time to unleash them to what my father’s legacy was all about. It is time to present them with what my father wanted me to show to this world all along. Now it’s time to bring them all to the Black Parade and to be led by my father.

We’ll carry on! We’ll carry on!
And though you’re dead and gone believe me!
Your memory will carry on! We’ll carry on!
And though you’re broken and defeated you’re widow marches on!
Do or die, your never make me!
Because the world, will never take my heart!
Go and try, you’ll never break me!
We want it all; we want to play this part!
(We’ll carry on!)

We scream this loud enough for the whole world to hear the call. My father’s call, my call, the world’s call, the call of his legacy, the call of…The Black Parade.

The end. Thanks for reading.

(Alright I felt like this wasn't to good but, then i come to realize this is made for my fun. I started making stories just for fun and enjoyment. I did well on this in my opinion really and I did it for fun. Now that this is done I don’t have to worry about it anymore. I thank you for reading. And I hope you enjoy it. Also forgot to mention I also wanted to share with you readers.d)

MaMa

(Mlp Fim is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust, any song I put in is owned by My Chemical Romance, now I’m in debate with Luna’s song…it could be the only hope for me is you by MCR or I’m Not Okay by what you know MCR. Just one of those two anyway, so this involves a certain pony writing a letter to his mom. Warning since I’ve listen to this song countless of times and still do, there will be some vulgar words used so if you don’t like them skip over that word so enjoy)

Song: Mama by My Chemical Romance

“In war…the blood burns. When I bleed, I bleed out sin. When I kill, I cry out for help. I’m going to hell, ‘cause I pull the trigger on a living being.” –Timefather64

‘Mama, we all go to hell.
Mama, we all go to hell.
I’m writing, this letter, and wishing you well.
Mama, we all go to hell.’

Dear Mama,

I couldn’t handle this anymore. Who would have thought war was so…extraordinary. Well I did…sadly. This war between the Buffalos is taking its high toll on us then we can ever imagine. Friends and brothers are dying, and families are being torn apart…to bad me and you are still torn just not completely…yet. Everything is going to hell. Mama we’re all in hell.

‘Well now mama, we’re all gonna die.
Mama, we’re all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions; I hate to see you cry.
Mama, we’re all gonna die’

You send me letters asking me if I was fine and well. Well mama, you want to know how I’m doing. I’m doing fine, I feel peachy and dandy as a filly, the HELL do you think I feel? This is war, there is no happiness anywhere. All I’ve seen is death, coming from either me or my own killer. So don’t pretend to cry when you get a flag and a letter cover in my blood. ‘Cause you know damn well how well I am over here. So mama, do me a favor…and stop pretending to cry.

‘And when we go, don’t blame on us, yeah!
We’ll let the fires just, bathe us, yeah!
You made us oh so famous!
We’ll never let you go!
And when you go, don’t return to me my love.’

I probably won’t return to you alive…not if you care and if I do you won’t see a smile on my face. You’ll think I seen a ghost. Well mama I’ve seen things far worse then ghosts. Sometimes I see flies flying over a corpse and get confuse that I think it’s an enemy. You see mama, this war fuck me up.

‘Mama, we’re full of lies.
Mama, we’re meant for the flies.
And right now, their building a coffin your size.
Mama, we’re all full of lies.’

I know I’m going to die sometime. I don’t know when or how but, I know it by heart. Soon you might see me in a coffin sleeping forever peacefully or see the coffin close hiding my mutilated body but, you wouldn’t care would you. I thought joining the war can get me away from you and keep me safe. Well damn, I sure fell into that lie made by our matriarch.

'Well mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue.
You should’ve raised a baby girl.
I should have been a better son.
If you can coddle the infection they can amputate at once.
You should’ve been, I could’ve been a better son!’

I’m tire of this war and you mama. You for the most part I’m getting tire of. You pretend to care since dad left us. You beat me, hate me, and scorn me with misery just to hide your own. Well mama I could have retaliated back at you. You have no idea how much hate I harbor towards you. How do I release this state of hate? It’s by killing.

‘And when we go, don’t blame it on us, yeah!
We’ll let the fire just bathe us, yeah!
You made us oh so famous!
We’ll never let you go!
She said, “You ain’t no Son of Mine!
For what you’ve done, they’re gonna find!
A place for you and just your mind!
Your manners when you go!
And when you go, don’t return to me, my love.”
That’s right.’

I’ve escape deaths jaws and fought back to survive mama but, right now I feel like giving up. I give up in what I’m fighting for, I give up on my country, and I give up on going back home. No matter what I do or where I go. When I die, I’m going to hell but, I won’t go there alone and neither will you.

‘Mama, we all go hell!
Mama, we all go to hell!
It’s really quite pleasant!
Except for the smell!
Mama we all go to HELL!
2, 3, 4!
Mama, mama, mama!
OH!!
Mama, mama, mama, mama!!’

Mama, I remember the time when you sung me a lullaby, when I was just a colt and said you love me.

‘And if you would call me a sweetheart.
I’d maybe then sing you a song.’

But, I knew all long it was a lie.

‘But, there’s shit that I’ve done with this fuck of a gun!
You would cry out your eyes all along!’

And you hated me since I was born.

‘We’re damned after all!’

I’ll see you soon mama.

‘Through fortune and flame we fall!’

Soon you’ll meet me in hell holding hat in my hooves. You’ll soon see me looking at a coffin passing by. Open for eyes to see and when you look inside. You’ll see me smiling. Soon you’ll find out this is my funeral in hell. Yes mama
hell, the world we live in, is hell.

‘And if you can stay, then I’ll show the way!
To return from the ashes you call!’

Oh mama I hope you get this letter back. I want you to feel how I feel for all these years. I want you feel how much hate I have for you, the buffalos are nothing compare with you. I want you to see the mistake you ever made towards me that made me write this to you but, it’s alright we are probably going to see each other. After all we all have to die.

‘We’ll all carry on! (We’ll all carry on!)
When our brothers in arms have gone! (When our brothers in arms have gone!)
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die!’

Mama I hope you feel happy…I’m here in the devil’s playground.

‘And return from the ashes you call!
MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!’

Mom…I hope you get this letter. It’s cover in my blood. This all happen…because of you…not dad…just you.

Sincerely, your son that you never love all along,

Braeburn Apple.

-End-

(Alright Braeburn is done. I literally had written this down twice in school. The first had no feeling towards the song. It kind of suck so I redid it and made a second one that was the improvement of the first one. Thank you for reading and please comment in what you think about this chapter.)

Stain Blade into a broken heart

(My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust, Helena is owned by My Chemical Romance. I kind of rush this one but, hopefully I did good. Enjoy!)

Song: Helena by My Chemical Romance

“Love is a mental disease.” –Plato

‘Long ago,
Just like a hearse you
Die to get in again.
We are…so far from you.’

Spike looks in the mirror; dress in a black suit with a white handkerchief in the left side of the suits pocket. A morose mood had taken over Spike. Why? Well because he was attending a funeral. This funeral he is attending is Rarity’s funeral. The mare he’s had a crush on for so long yet never had any chance to admit that love to her.

‘Burning on,
Just like a match you strike!
To incinerate, the lives!
Of everyone you knew!’

Spike loved Rarity ever since he came to Ponyville with Twilight for the first time. The time when Spike wanted to admit his love to her, he becomes shy and runs away staying in the tree house panicking on the situation he almost got his self into. This happen on and on for so long but, boosted up Spike’s charisma to admit his feelings to Rarity. Soon on the day he finally had muster up some courage to tell Rarity how he feels towards her and headed towards her Boutique. Spike stops and sees a gathering group of ponies with horrified and shock looks. Confused why they were there and curious why they were giving those looks, Spike ran towards the Boutique to see what the commotion was. He was stopped by an officer pony who told him this was a crime scene they were investigating on. Spike peeked past the officer pony’s side to see the crime scene they were investigating about. His eyes widen as he saw Rarity motionless, laying on the ground cover in blood.

‘And what’s the worst you take? (Worst you take)
From every heart you break! (Heart you break)
And like the blade you stain! (Blade you stain)
Well, I’ve been holding on, tonight.’

Spike had just seen the dead body of Rarity, the mare he loved now dead through his eyes. He cried every night in the bathroom since her death, now the worst thing he had to go through was attending her funeral. After Spike was done looking in the mirror, he left the restroom and went back into the room where the others were at grieving over there dead friend who lay peacefully in the open casket. Spike didn’t want to say anything, when he went up to see the deceased mare. All he did was just stared at her.

‘What’s the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I say,
So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight!’

She could have been his marefriend. She could have been his wife or maybe more but, that was never going to happen. Spike knew it and it slowly embedded itself into his head just like the kiss she gave him when he turned into a greedy dragon before and didn’t want to have washed away.

‘Came a time,
When every star falls
Brought you to the tears again!
We are, the very hurt you sold!
And what’s the worst you take?
For every heart you break!
And like the blade you’ve stain!
Well, I’ve been holding on tonight!’

Spike felt his heart break as his eyes began to water up. Just by looking at her up close asleep was too much for him to handle anymore. Spike began to cry. The sparkling eyes that shine like diamonds, the gentle smile, and the beautiful personality she gave, all that was now gone just by a single stab from a blade into her heart.

‘What’s the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I say,
So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight!
Well, if carry on this way!
Things are better if I stay!
So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight!’

Spike along with all the others were now in the cemetery watching Rarity’s casket be lay in a hole. He grave was now dug and it was time to bury her. When some ponies began to shovel dirt onto Rarity’s coffin Spike heard Sweetie Belle ask her mother and father why they were burying Rarity. She was crying pleading to them to stop that Rarity was asleep but, she didn’t know Rarity was sleeping differently. Her death was new to her and as Spike watched her cry he too wanted to cry. He took out the red heart gem Rarity gave him for his birthday long ago. Looking at the gem, he stares at his reflection from each flat side. When Spike feels lonely he always kept the gem by his side. It may him think about Rarity comforting him when he felt alone. It may him feel close to her.

‘Can you, hear me?
Are you, near me?
Can we, pretend?
To meet and then,
We’ll meet again,
When both, our cars collide!’

When everypony left, Spike stood behind wanting to be alone with Rarity. He began to say all the stuff he wanted to tell her before she died. When Spike finished admitting his love to Rarity, he began to cry again but, he smiled. He was brave enough to tell her how he really felt towards her.

‘What’s the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I say!
So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight!
Well if you carry on this way!
Things are better if I stay!
So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight!’

Spike was done now; she said his last final words to Rarity’s grave. Putting the gem on the side of her tombstone Spike says, “Goodnight Rarity.” Then walks off heading back to Ponyville, Spike stops and turns around one last time seeing Rarity’s grave and smiles. Spike was happy now, and looks ahead at Ponyville. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him on the next day but, for now Spike just wanted to go home and rest. At least he knew that Rarity heard him out even if she was gone.

-The End-
(Now that’s done. Hmmm tell me how you like it and for Luna well I decided the song will be **Classified** Yep can’t spoil it. Anyway thank you for reading.)

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-------

(My Little Pony is owned by Lauren Faust and Hasbro, The End is owned by My Chemical Romance, and the chapter itself belongs to shominimamoto since he made it. Thank you for reading dear readers and enjoy)

Song:The End by My Chemical Romance

"If you don't feel your body moving, nor feel yourself breathing, or hear somebody grieving. Then your probably dead."-Timefather64

'Now come one come all to this tragic affair

Wipe off that makeup—what’s in is despair'

Is it the end? Is it actually over? Has everything I have ever wanted to do or ever hoped to be thrown away? I hear the slow steady beat of the heart monitor.

Be-beep…be-beep…be-beep.

I think I can hear it growing fainter and fainter by the second. How long have I been here? This room is so dreary and white, and utterly boring. Nothing ever happens in here, nothing exciting anyway.

That’s probably a good thing for me though. That’s why I’m here in the first place. I guess there is a reason why you aren’t supposed to go into Everfree forest. It’s infested with awful things, like bears. It only happened an hour ago. I guess I was a lost cause; no ponies were here to help me survive. What did I do again? I can feel memories slipping past my mind like a liquid.

I was being stupid and charged into Everfree forest. No I didn’t charge in their because of my stupidity. I did because I was trying to run away. I didn’t want to see her anymore. My wife that is, she showed me divorce papers. It came out of nowhere! I thought we were doing so well, but apparently we weren’t. Anyway, when I was trying to get away from it all, I ran into the forest.

The ferocious beast was huge. His teeth were large and sharp; I remember that all too well. I guess I had wandered into his den and I guess animals don’t like that too much. He pounced on my feeble body. I could still feel his teeth rip through my body if I thought about it. Why couldn’t I just black out then? No, my body had to be resilient and I felt one of my legs being torn off. Then a wing.

'So throw on the black dress

Mix in with the lot

You might wake up and notice you’re someone you’re not'

I couldn’t do a damn thing. Well, that’s a lie, I could scream. At least the one thing I could do “saved” me.

Be-beep………be-beep…..

It’s getting closer to my time. The way that I feel is strange to say the least. I’m not sad at all. Even in the short time I had, I still accepted my fate. At least no one was lying with the “It’ll be okay” line.

You know the saying that your life flashes before your eyes whenever you’re dying? Well, it’s not true. You don’t see your life; you see the important parts of it. I see my daughter being born first. That day was probably the best day of my life. I had introduced something so beautiful in this world. She was nineteen now, so at least she was on her own.

And then I see my wife. I wanted to be so mad at her, but I just couldn’t do it. I loved with all of my body, but that’s gone now.

'If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see

You can find out firsthand what it’s like to be me'

I can’t open my eyes anymore. It’s just the blackness that my eyelids are creating. So I painted a picture. Colors my mind created started coming to life. I could see all the people that I loved, and I was happy again. Then I noticed their expressions. All of them looked so sad or angry even. I remembered all the important moments even the bad ones. They started talking to me, “don’t act like we should pity you. You know what you were.”

Be-beep………..be-beep……….

“B-but I changed!” I knew what they were talking about. For a while I was alcoholic, and I was very angry when I got drunk. I don’t remember a lot of what I did. I changed though, I swear. I got clean and I never did a single thing wrong after that.

Is it time to go now? I don’t want any more of these revelations. Now I want to die. I want to let everything go. It would be so easy, so why am I fighting this? Well, maybe I don’t really want to go. Who really wants to die anyway?

'So gather ‘round piggies and kiss this goodbye

I’d encourage your smiles I expect you won’t cry!'

Focus on happy thoughts. Focus on happy things. If I was going to die then I wanted to die with my happiest memory. I got it! It was the by far the best time of my life, and something I won’t forget even in death. A memory that can carry on for centuries without dying out. I could write a freaking book about it.

We were still together. My wife looked lovely and our daughter was so excited. She kept running around in circles with the widest smile on her face. The sand kept shifting below her hooves, occasionally kicking it on me. I didn’t care at all. If my daughter was happy then I was happy no matter what. The ocean breeze was wonderful that day. It was cool and refreshing and we planned on staying the whole day.

Of course we did. In the end we had a small campfire and roasted marshmallows. My wife loved hers to be burnt black on the outside, so it was nice and chewy on the inside. It would get everywhere on her face whenever she ate. There was just no possible way to marshmallows without getting messy. She would always try to be nice and etiquette every time, of course she would fail at it though. It was easily the best day ever, and I wished we could have had more.

'C’mon c’mon c’mon I said save me!

Get me the hell out of here, save me!'

No, I can’t leave! Not yet! I have so much left to do with my life. I haven’t even seen my daughter get married. I start hyperventilating and I try to force my eyes back open. It isn’t working. I’m still on the beach and my eyes are darting in all directions, trying to find an escape. Someone approaches me. I know what is going on. At least I get leave everything behind in my happiest memory. I don’t have to worry about anything. I start to cry, but I stop myself from begging to stay. I know it won’t work, and my time is finally here.

Be-beep..be-beep..be-beep

My heart is beating faster and then…nothing. I’m calm again. I feel the pony touch me and I feel…happy? “It’s okay,” Death says slowly. I trust him, and hold on to his hoof. Then I hear the one thing that makes me know It’s over for good, and there is nothing to worry about.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep…

It goes on forever and I don’t care. I embrace what comes next

'Too young to die and my dear, you can’t!

If you can hear me just walk away and take me!'

The very last thing I hear before I go into the void with Death is, “I’m sorry ma’am. He’s gone.” And then the sobs of my wife. I feel a twinge of guilt, but I know she will be okay.

(Alright that was it, hope you like shominimamoto chapter there. I sure did. Now the father of time must BARREL ROLL AND AWAY! Leave your comments for him and me but, mostly him because he earns the credit for this chapter)

Update...I think your probably going to like.

Alright it took some time thinking how I was going to plan this out. So here is what i'm about to say to all readers. I want to make some more song fanfics base on the characters that I tag. I found a few songs but, these songs belong to My chemical romance. When i'm done I'll proabably do another song fanfic that is from a diffrent band. Now that is all i have to say but, I need your help. If you like MCR then you might be able to help me on this. I can't find the right song for Luna. I need your suggestions on which song i Should listen to that will help me get the feeling in what i should do for Luna then it can be helpful. Now these song suggestions have to come from My Chemical Romance i will not be accepting any other songs from diffrent bands. They have to be from MCR. If you can help me on that part I will be very happy.

-From the father of time, Timefather64, you know he loves y'all.

Well, I hope my help arrives because i need your assistants.

Sorry, I didn't update any new song fics. I'm to distracted in other stuff such as making a new fanfic and fixing the chapters for Hear the voices? Of Samuel. So I don't think i can continue in doing a song fic now or even later on.

So in keeping this song-fic story still alive. How about you make your own song fics for the Black Parade and send it to me so I can post it for the song-fic story. I'm not asking much but, since I wanted to do the song fic for Luna with the song I'm Not Okay (Spoilers). I couldn't work on it. Again so much other stuff to do.

If you do have any inspiration similar to MCR that you think fits the ponies that 'You' select or you just made up. Then again let me know if you want me to post it.

Thank you for reading my dear readers it really means a lot to me.