All the Trinkets We Held Dear

Having unwrapped the carcass of a delicate porcelain toy, and having been careful not to break the crimson shell of its lips, you find that this is Ci. Ci comes out when you're lonely, but goes far, far away when you don't want her, hidden in this orifice of fine china. A laugh dribbles out of your lips, frothing with glee as the words burst forth, a charm for bringing Ci to your arms. Her trembling fright, her hesitant touch, is the best sensation you've experienced since you've decayed. The other toys cannot compare to the fair lady that bends so to your will, but we will still share. Yes, we will share our time, before it counts down to their demise.

Detritus. An awful mess. That's what Gerard Way is. Slobbering, rabid, and crazy. Bedlam has long since been too afraid to take this poor sod in. Toys are Gerard's only companions in his reclusive slumber. They are friends and allies in his self-imposed prison. But what happens when he gets a Christmas present that makes the other toys jealous?

Inspired by the short film X-Mess Detritus by Voltaire, narrated by Gerard Way.