Andy Biersack

This... wasn't meant to happen. But fate works in strange ways, and, sometimes, it brings two very different groups of people together in a way that substantially increases the quality of both their lives.

Andy was slipping. Christian could see it. Jake could see it. And they felt utterly hopeless about it, because - no matter how much they tried - they couldn't get through his walls. It'd happened before. The disconnection and dissonance in his life, the numbness that crept in after back-to-back shows.

Who knew that all it took was a little kid to change his life?

They'd been living on the streets in one of their tour locations. Kicked out by family, far too young to be living on their own, lost and scared. Mitchel had approached them first. He was gentle, calm, took them in and gave them food and a shelter.

Months passed and the numbness started to slip away, replaced with a happiness only Cayla could bloom in his heart. Custody, files, adoption. It all happened so quick but it felt right. They needed a home and Andy had found himself loving them with a paternal warmth. Andy, who never in his life thought a little kid would call him 'Daddy' with that sweet, innocent grin on their face.

The boys had decided to keep her a secret for now. Shield her from the fans (even though they had really nice fans) and from the public eye until she was healed, ready.

One night, though, the boys were performing in a venue with her in the wings of the arena. They had Ashley keeping her company once his opening act was over, and they jumped onto stage to perform. However, at some point of the show between a couple songs, the little kid saw their adopted guardians on stage in front of thousands and got a little too excited.

They ran on stage, towards Andy.