It was almost complete.

Never before had Johnny C. ever thought of building his own device of destruction. All the equipment he ever needed was already tucked about in the many floors below the surface. But, he felt tired. Tired of everything. He was always able to face the taunts and sneers of passers-by for years, even if he let his frustration get the best of him in unhealthy ways. (Unless, of course, mutilating a group of cheerleaders is considered healthy to you.) He'd been rejected by everyone since the day he was born. At least, to the best of his memory, he had been. But that was over now. He made a bomb.

What a bomb it was. Not like the little one he purchased to blow up Café le Prick so long ago. This one could take out the entire city. He was sure of it.

"Well, would you look at that," a voice said from behind him. At least, he thought it was from behind him. It was really just in his head. But he couldn't be sure.

"That's a pretty large contraption. It's kind of unnecessary, going through such a tedious chore when you could've just shot yourself. It would've been quicker."

Johnny turned around to see a familiar, hideously painted piece of styrofoam that was once a mascot for baked goods. It's eyes were black swirls, and it had the word "FUCK" written boldly across it's chest.

"I don't think I've ever given you permission to come back, did I?" the thin man retorted.

"You don't really have much of a choice. You're an easy target. I'm not going anywhere. But, neither is he, unfortunately."

"He?" Johnny asked. "You don't mean..."

"Did you miss me?" Another styrofoam figure waddled next to the former. This one had red eyes, and a striped shirt with a "Z?" symbol on the chest. "D-Boy's full of shit, you know that. Something that big couldn't possibly be intended for yourself. You want to take out lots of people. By all means, go right ahead. I insist."

Turning to the other figure, Johnny yelled, "I'm not doing this for either of you! I've been damned so many times I've lost count. I've had it with this place. I'm going to let the whole world know."

The two figures stared at the lean man, puzzled.

"I'm sick and twisted. A broken machine beyond repair. You're well aware of that," he continued. "Now, everyone the world over will be aware of it too. I've devised a plan of action for this device. A, 'Master Plan,' if you will, at the risk of sounding cliché. I'll center this in the center of the city. When the time is right, I'll use this remote to set it off. All I'll have to do is try to run from the inferno and make it out alive. Once that's accomplished, I'll turn myself in."

"Just why the hell would you do that?!" the red eyed one spat in disgust. "Since when did you want fame for your own insanity?!" said the other.

"Does it matter? It might even be an effective way to rid myself of you two."

"I won't let you!" The swirl-eyed one screamed.

"There's not much you can do about it!" After uttering these last words, Johnny grabbed the huge contraption and ran out the front door. He got in his car and drove as fast as he could without gaining much attention. The streets were not crowded, since it was about 3 in the morning. He parked his car, walked towards the largest building, and hid the large device as best he could. He quickly got back to his car and drove up to his favorite spot overlooking the city. He looked over the skyline for a few brief moments. A maniacal grin escaped his thin lips. He grabbed the remote tightly in his hand.

He pressed the button.

"Into the river below
I'm running from the inferno
They'll think I'm insane,
But you'll all know my name!"

"Into the river below
I'm running from the inferno
I'll take all the blame,
The front page and the fame!"

A/N: This be my first JTHM fic AND songfic. Yep. Hope it doesn't suck too much. (And it's short. I KNOW.)