Okay, let me just remind you that this is a SEQUEL! It's not too late to go read the first one, "House 777"! Well, it'll still be a fun story to read, but there will be some themes, jokes, and conversations that you will only get if you read the first one. Be ready for cameos from some of my favorite cartoons and movies. Well, I don't really have anything else to say here. Um, I don't own JTHM or Squee!

Returning

A red digital clock struck 6:30 and the alarm immediately went off. The music was soft, playing "Unwell" by Matchbox 20. The volume was not on loud anyway, so anyone could sleep through it. As the song played, a figure turned to the side in the bed next to the clock. A loud groan came from under the sheets along with a tan colored arm. The hand fell down on the clock hitting the snooze button. It was silent in the room for about the next fifteen minutes.

"WAH!!" screamed a voice as a young woman jumped up in her bed. She turned to the clock and picked it up as if it were the last thing on earth. "6:50?!" she screamed at the clock, "Crap! I overslept again!" She jumped out of the bed and scurried through the drawer for clothes. She grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans and ran into the bathroom.

This young woman is Ariel Barrio. Ariel is Mexican-American, 20, and single. She is currently living in a crappy apartment that she can barely afford. Sad, isn't it? But maybe you don't know all that much about Ariel. If you will, let me brief you a little bit on her past.

When Ariel was 17, she went through a very traumatic experience most teens don't go through. She let curiosity get the best of her and it ended up the causing physical and mental pain to her only friends. Ariel wanted to figure out the mystery behind the badly rumored house on her block; House 777. Instead, the murderer who lived there imprisoned her. She was kept there for three days with the thought that she was going to die. Surprisingly, she was spared with only a small bit of life left in her. She taught herself a lesson that year: to live. And that's exactly what she's doing now. In a screwed up kind of way.

Ariel busted through the bathroom door with a toothbrush still in her mouth. She struggled to slip on her already tied shoes onto her feet. She threw the toothbrush out of her mouth in a random direction and grabbed a blue apron on the door hook. Finally, while wiping her mouth of any left over toothpaste, she made it out the door.

"Gotta hurry!" she mumbled, "Can't get fired!"

Ariel ran down the stairs tying on her apron and brush out her wavy brown hair at the same time. She ran out of the building and to a lime green bicycle in the front. Ariel grabbed the bike, ready to mount it when a large hairy arm grabbed the bike's handle bar. Ariel looked up and saw her landlord looking very angry with her. He was a rather large Caucasian man with black hair (balding).

"Barrio, didn't you get my notice?!" he growled at her. Ariel trying to pull away from his grip on the bike handle.

"What notice?" she asked, almost innocently.

"You still haven't paid last month's rent yet! What are you, stupid?!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vineyard," she pleaded, "I'll get it in as soon as I get paid."

"You're already a month late! You know I can kick you out right now?!" he yelled. Finally, she pulled away from him and got on the bike.

"I'm getting paid today; I'll get the payment in today!"

"Barrio! Get back here!" he screamed after her. But she had already started to ride away to work. She had only one job and she wasn't about to loose it now. Or was she?

Ariel pedaled quickly down the street, dodging cars and civilians. Yes, she had a bike. Not a car, a bike. Come on. She can barely afford her apartment, what makes you think she can afford a car? Ariel turned into a parking lot for a market complex. She road over to a bike rack and jumped off, quickly chaining it up. She sprinted into the convenience store but was met with a middle-aged woman blocking her path.

Jeez, not again! She thought.

"Miss Barrio, do you have any idea what time it is?" the woman asked, almost politely. Ariel scratched her head slowly.

"Um… No?" she answered.

"Oh. Well then, I suggest you WEAR A DAMN WATCH!!" she pointed at a clock over on the wall, "It's 7:13, you were supposed to be here 13 minutes ago!"

"I know! I know!" she apologized, "And I'm so sorry! But… there are plenty of people working here in the morning. I was just was wondering if I could, just maybe, work a little later-,"

"I SAID NO, BARRIO!" she screamed at her, "You work the morning shift; and that's FINAL!!" She pointed away from them, signaling Ariel to get to her station before she could lose her job. Ariel sighed.

"…Fine," she mumbled and began to walk away.

"This is your last warning, Barrio!" she heard her boss call from behind, "I'll have you know I can fire a greaser and still be able to sleep at night!" Ariel clenched her fist at her comment. But what could she do? She needed that job; it was all she had.

Ariel walked over to the camera booth and went behind the counter. There were never any customers in the camera section. It was if there were no artistic people in this town. Ariel sat on a stool, looking very bored. When she finally convinced herself that no one was going to come, she pulled out a sketchbook from under the counter. She opened it up, revealing numerous sketches of cartoons and comic strips. Ariel had made a habit of drawing in her free time (which was all the time). She grew to like it a lot, drawing out her frustration on life and getting her emotions out on paper. She drew strips about a girl who was possessed by a 'nightmare', and having to deal with a schizophrenia disorder. But she never drew the nightmare due to the fact that she couldn't come up with a sketch of him. She thought that maybe he was just a soul, and didn't bother giving him a definite shape. She put her pencil down and looked up at the dim flickering lights.

"2 years… and no progress…" she mumbled to herself. Suddenly a girl who worked in another part of the store came up to Ariel with a full garbage bag. She placed the garbage on the counter next to her. Ariel could smell the foul putrid smell of the trash. "That's really gross, you know," she told the girl.

"Boss says take out the trash," the girl informed her.

"I'm not the janitor," she said going back to her drawing, "That's not my job." The girl shrugged.

"Whatever," she said and left Ariel with the trash. She stared at the bag for a while, then finally let out a loud groan and picked up the bag.

"Good God!" she complained as she headed to the back of the store, "You'd think I'd be working at a dam or something! Having to work at the dam job, wear the dam uniforms, work with the dam employees, and work for the dam boss…"

She walked to a steel door in the back and opened it.

"No progress…" she repeated, "No progress in 2 years…"

Ariel walked over to a dumpster and was about to throw away the trash. But a feeling stopped her. A queer feeling, like she was being watched. She slowly turned around and froze where she was. There was a man no farther than 10 feet away from her, leaning against a gray car, staring at her. There was silence in the air for a good 30 seconds. Suddenly, she saw the man grin a maniacal grin, which made her eyes grow wide. She recognized that grin.

"Hello, Ariel Barrio," the man said. Ariel dropped the trash on the floor and stumbled to hit the brick wall behind her.

"Y…You…!" she whispered, "B-but you…you-,"

"Left?" he answered for her, "Yes, I did. But my holiday didn't go as planned. I just knew I'd find you somewhere if I kept searching."

Ariel began to shake in fear as a sharp pain in her chest and shoulder.

"Johnny…C…" she said. He nodded and began to walk towards her. She freaked. "St-stay back!" she warned and got out a hand-held knife. Johnny stared at the knife, then began to pull something from behind him. He swung out on of his blades at her, knocking the knife out of her hand. The blade had cut her hand some in which she gripped it. Johnny stared at the little bit of blood now on his knife.

"You know this wouldn't have happened if you weren't acting so frightened."

"H-how can I n-not be?!" she stuttered, "Do you know who you are?!"

"Actually, I'm hoping to make that who I used to be," he told her. He then began to walk towards the car and opened the door. "Well?" he called to Ariel, who still had herself pinned against the wall, "You coming or what?"

"Whu…What are you talking about?" Johnny sighed then began to walk over to her again. He then pulled out a wrinkled up piece of paper and shoved it in her face.

"LIAR!" he yelled at her, "You promised!" She was now more frightened and confused then ever.

"P-promised what?!" she panicked. He pointed to a specific section on the paper.

"Right here!" he pointed, "You said you promised you'd help me!" she carefully took a closer at the paper he was holding. She recognized that too; it was the letter she left for him 3 years ago.

"You actually got that?" she questioned, "And you kept it for all those years?" Actually, at the time she wrote that letter to him, she didn't really know what she was writing. She was just an ignorant kid after all. Johnny brought the letter back to him.

"Of course," he answered, "Just in case you forgot. … AND YOU DID! YOU SAID YOU'D PROMISE TO HELP ME!!!"

"I didn't say I'd 'promise'!"

"But you're the only one! You're the only one who can help meee! I mean, you beat the other side of you didn't you? You have to teach me how to do that!"

She stared at him for a moment.

"Other side of me? When did…" For some reason, Ariel couldn't remember the voice in her head from before. Like it never even happened. After finding out she wouldn't remember anything, she went back to Johnny. "Even if I did do something like that… I couldn't help you with anything! Don't you remember? You're the one who nearly killed me!"

"But you're alive," he stuck back, "And what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger." She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He had a point, but how could she help him? She was nearly about to faint in fear by just looking at him. She took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," she told him, "But… I can't help you." As she turned her head to run back into the store, she suddenly felt herself being pulled in the opposite direction. She looked back to see Johnny pulling her by the wrist to the car. "W-what are you doing?!"

"I'm not letting you keep you're little secret all to yourself!" he told her, "You're coming weather you like it or not!" With that said, he pushed her into the car and slammed the door behind her. Ariel looked around in a state of panic.

What the hell?! She thought. He ran around the back and got into the driver's seat. She slammed herself against the window as he did that. Johnny started the car and quickly pulled out of the alleyway.

"Wait!" Ariel said, finally coming to her senses, "What are you doing? This is kidnapping! You could go to jail for this!"

"I could of gone to jail for a lot of other things too, but I'm still here!" he grinned. Ariel began to whimper and see that all hope was lost.

"What are you going to do with me?" she whimpered, "Chop me up into small individual pieces and throw me in the ocean?" Johnny looked over at her as he drove.

"Um, no. I already told you, so why would I do that?" he asked, "ARE YOU JUDGING ME!?!"

"No!" she pleaded, "I would never do that, Mister C sir!" He waved his hand at her (which made her flinch).

"Enough of these 'mister' and 'sir' thingies," he told her, "You can call me Nny!"

"Nny…?" she repeated, "What kind of name…" She stopped before she could cause him to flip out anymore then he already had. It was no use; she was already being taken against her will. She slowly put on the seat belt and sat quietly, hoping for survival.

Any good? Eh, I know it sucked, but that's because I'm listening to the Jonas Brothers right now. I'm such a dork. Kill me now. OW!! NOT REALLY! I actually started thinking of this story in the middle of "House 777" but I had to finish that one first. So I did. This one's going to be a little harder to write since I have no guidelines to go by. Oh well, I try. This story is also why I'm failing Algebra III. Not my fault I'm a right-brainer!