Alright, let's start out with the fact that I do not own any of Mr. Jhonen's characters, nor am I the creator of Contemplating Reiko. This story is basically supposed to be about what it would be like of the family from Contemplating Reiko found themselves moving into Mr. Vasques' world, namely into Johnny The Homicidal Maniacs neighborhood. Also, for the sake of argument, it is set the same time period as Invader Zims. Reiko is now 8 years of age. Trust me, this seemed like a good idea at the time. So, without further ramblings, enjoy.

"Come on Todd, It'll be fun, you'll see!!!"Said Pepito, dangling a rope in front of the almost consistently scared little boy.

"I don't know Pepito, are you sure this will be okay?"

"Of course it will," the dark horned boy replied, jiggling the rope with insistence "It's what they're here for."

"Well, what do you think about all this Shmee?"

Squee held his favorite pet bear up to his ear. "Uh huh, well, I suppose, as long as they deserve it. All right Pepy, give me the rope."

Grasping the rope firmly in his little hands, he gave a huge tug. A trap door in the ceiling above them gave out, and a great torrent of souls began to fall from the ceiling, tumbling down, and shrieking in agony as they fell into the burning pit below them.

"See, I told you it would be fun, and now the house will be warm all day today."

"Yeah, I suppose I'm just not used to sending the souls of the damned to their dooms so that a family of three can save on their central heating."

"Yeah, and it's also good for reducing stress." the young antichrist smiled evilly as he gave the rope another pull.

"PEPITO!!!" A voice boomed from overhead, causing Todd to jump three feet in the air.

"Uh oh, dads home from work. Better get upstairs; he doesn't like people in his basement"

Hurrying upstairs, they saw Pepito's father, Señor Diablo pacing, or rather gliding, back and forth franticly, trying to straighten up the living room.

"I tell you, ever since your mother got that real estate job, our own house has been in shambles. Pepito why aren't your chores done! The house is a mess, and we have guests coming soon!"

"Wait, what guests?" asked Pepito, a confused look on his demon face.

"You know, the representative from Japan." Pepito looked at him blankly.

"Oh come on, we've talked about this! If your not going to pay attention when we talk, how can I trust you to help me tear apart the mortal plane? Now, I've already told you, Mr. Mouryou is a very important business client, not just because of his influence over the oni, not just because of his influence over the yakuza, but because he is one of the nine princes of darkness wielding great power and are foretold to bring about the Apocalypse, whose ranks include Jhonen Vasquez, Ozzy Osbourne and Mr. Rogers to name a few!!!So yeah. It's pretty important that this deal goes well and your not helping with…Wait, what is he doing here?" Satan said, pointing at Squee, noticing him for the first time.

"Squee's parent were going to commit him to a psych ward where they where going to cut out a peice of his brain. His next door neighbor helped him escape. He ran here first thing. We've been playing here since."

"You boys haven't been in my basement have you?" He asked quickly, eyes narrowing.

"No, sir" said Squee a little too quickly.

"Really now…," he said, unconvinced "Well, no time to talk about that now, I'm expecting a call from him any minute…" Just then the white phone in the kitchen started to ring. "Well, speak of the me, that's got to be him."

Gliding after the ringing noise, he swept the phone up in his clawed hand. "Hello…yes… uh huh… that many yaks huh… yeah, that shouldn't be a problem, he has a friend over anyway….Alright looking forward to seeing you too…Alright, bye." He turned toward the boys. "Alright guys, here's the deal. Mr. Mouryou was not able to find a babysitter for his youngest daughter, and is taking her with him. You are to keep her entertained in your room, while me and Mr. Mouryou talk. Is that understood?"

"Yes father" replied Pepito, looking a little upset.

"Good, then we will be excpecting them shortly." He turned back to continue cleaning the sitting room.

"Come on, Todd, lets go." Pepito said frowning.

"Whats the problem Pepy?"Squee asked, noticing the lethargy suddenly taking the young antichrist.

"Theirs no problem, its just that I don't know that many girls, and I haven't met any I like as a person. All they care about is how they look, or who likes them, and really stupid things like that. I guess the horns can put them off of me though." he sighed, took a seat on the stairs, and put his head against the banister. "They can be so superficial, that's all…Not only that, but its his youngest daughter, and well probably have to put up with a drooling toddler for hours." He sat their for a moment, and said "Well, I suppose its not the worst thing in the world, and dad did say if I listened, I could help him with his work."

Squee secretly agreed with his friends assessments on girls for the most part, but was not entirely certain if this view was entirely true, Squee knew better than to generalize, despite its incredible accuracy

"I suppose well have to just wait and see…" Squee said wearily.