Um... I have no idea what wanted me to make this. For a while, I despised JtHM because it was so dang disturbing. With the explicates, and the gore, and some nasty talk. But as I read more into the series,(I've read the first 4 issues), it seemed that Johnny was a whole different person. He wasn't just a mass-murderer, but he had personality. Now, I'm hooked, and am trying to get my hands on the Directors Cut.

But for now, I'm going to try creating my own story. I read a little bit about the future issues to figure out what happens to Johnny, and I found out he dies. But I don't know if he was ever brought back or not. In this story, just pretend it hasn't happened yet or something. XP

Read on peoples... (I 'starred' out the explicates because, well, I'm more of a K+ author and I'm not used to doing that... You know what I mean?)

Oh, and don't yell at me if Johnny's a little OOC, or if I have a few facts wrong... This is my first story on him!

*3rd Person POV*

Night is dark, and Jamie knew it, but she didn't mind it much. She felt more at home in the night, with the stars twinkling down at her, and the trees swaying back and forth to the tune of a song playing on her Walkman. And as she passed the shops around town, she witnessed many things happening. Druggies, and alcoholics that disgusted her to the point of rage. The world was a bad place as it was, and she didn't need anyone to help to know that. Her mother had always told her to put her pony-tail up so that she didn't look like her father, but she didn't listen much.

Always depressed with the way her life had turned out. Most people walking by would think of her as just another angry teenager. But they were very wrong. Every voice filled Jamie with horrible thoughts of blood, and she just wanted to snap the necks of every woman she saw. Her black hair never had helped her much, and she'd dyed it a dark blue, thinking that it complimented her personality in a way no one else could ever know.

Who was her father? She'd never known. Though her mom had told her that he'd been a "bad man", she still did not understand what that entailed. Whenever she asked, all she got was a sigh from her mother and a 'I'll tell you later honey'. She despised this cruel world.

Jamie was skinny, and In Scool she'd always sat alone at a small table in the corner, just staring at her food. She had never been much of a eater, landing at about 105 pounds, which is very underweight for a girl of her age. The only thing that brought happiness in her life was talking to her only friends: Nail-kitty and her plush alien.

Everyone else thought she was insane, because she was always talking to herself in class, and would be stomping down the hallways with her black makeup streaming down her face. Nobody went near Jamie.

Her usual casual attire was a trenchcoat, with dark purple stripes, an high heeled boots with black leggings. She'd never made up her mind about what she believed in. Religion had always been a load of s*** in her mind. Whenever God was mentioned at her Scool, she shot a look of complete disgust towards whoever had mentioned it.

Many times her mother had been called to her Scool for various reasons. One had been for cutting on the wrists of a small Scool-child, who had upset her because he'd said she was 'Wacky'. She hated anything that had to do with that word. Her mom had said she was 'turning out to be just like her father'.

Jamie looked into a shop, which was free of all people. Thank goodness. And then she stepped up to the counter, angry to even have to look into the face of the man behind it. He was reading a book, which she didn't think was appropriate for a man on the job.

"Give me a Cherry Brain Freezy."

"Get it yourself, I'm on break," He took out a ciggarete and lit it.

Sighing, and knowing she'd have to do something about this mans lack of support for his customers, she took a knife out of one of her long boots. But as she was about to slit his throat and get herself her favorite drink, she saw a shadow behind her, and quickly dropped the knife to the ground.

"You know you want to do it, kill him. He disrespected you, and he deserves it."

She reached down, and grasped the knife in her hands so hard that they started to bleed. Noticing this, she dropped the knife out of her hands once more, and sprinted out the doors. Whoever had talked to her was gone... But she'd never forget that voice in her head.

Jhonny hadn't changed much in the 14 years he'd been away from town, he was still very skinny, and the only change in appearance was that he wore longer black gloves, and his eyes seemed an even darker shade of black then before. Many times he'd tried to commit suicide, but he knew better: He couldn't die. Some force out there was keeping him alive. To outlive his destiny as... Well, he didn't exactly know yet.

He didn't want to be alive, the world was a dastardly place to live in. But, he knew somewhere out there, he had had a daughter. He hadn't remembered how it had exactly happened, but something about it brang him 'happiness', knowing that he had someone to go on for him In the future generations.

Though, he didn't think it was quite a good world for his daughter to live in. He hadn't killed anyone since she'd been born, and he didn't feel the spree was quite over yet. Though, he thought that it had been fun while it had lasted many years ago, and nothing would hold him back from skipping happily into a Cafe and sticking a bunch of knives in everyone's backs... He knew he was insane. He'd told himself he'd never teach his daughter anything about his gruesome past, thinking that it might effect her in ways indescribable.

But seeing her the the 24/7 market, which hadn't changed much over the many years, he felt she already knew.

Had Devi told her? Does she even know Devi?

He decided that it might be a good idea to follow her, to see what she'd be up to on a night like this. Hopping off the top of the roof of the market, he sprinted in the direction of his daughter. The truth was, he hadn't even remembered her name, the only way he'd known she was related to him at all was because of the resemblance. Nobody except him would wear that kind of an outfit unfortunately...

He stopped short as he saw her sitting at a park bench, looking at the stars. In her hands lay a black pistol, and he noticed it as the same one he'd used to kill himself many years ago. It reminded him of when he'd been to Heaven, and Hell, then back to Earth only to find that the Dough-Boys and Nailbunny were replaced by a Bub's Burger Toy. About 7 years after he'd left, he'd somehow regained Nailbunny on his travels. It kept him company.

"I'd always wondered what happened to that old thing..." He mumbled, and a cool blast of air made his trenchcoat sway in the wind. He could see his own breath.

When she stood up, he saw there were tears in her eyes, and he almost felt a sense of sympathy for her. He hadn't left because he wanted to, he just hadn't wanted to be a danger to his daughter. She started walking slowly across the street from the park, and Johnny noticed she was taking a very familiar route. When they walked onto the sidewalk of a very familiar street, he knew exactly where she was going.

She's going into that f***** up house?

He growled at the thought of her going to that horrible place, it was his, and his only. Plus, that place changes rooms and decor every time you blink!

"Hey Todd!" He heard her yell, and a tall figure came out from behind a tree near his old house, holding a journal with a picture of a teddy-bear on the front.

No it couldn't be...

"Hey Jamie," He whispered back as she stood up next to him. Johnny then noticed that she was much taller then him, and that they were grinning at each other like old friends.

"She really has taken my place, hasn't she?"

Yes Johnny, I think she has. I bet you she feels this as her only way of expressing herself. To know who you were close to, makes her feel closer to you. Jamie has only thought of you as a role-model.

Johnny looked over to see a floating bunny head, and smiled his creepy weird smile.

"I guess it's back to old times."

He stood up, and ran over towards the window of the house. Jamie wasn't such a bad name, in fact, when it was shortened to Mie, it kind of rhymed with Nny! He liked the fact that her nickname could be Mie -pronounced to rhyme with knee-. He ran up to the windows, only to find they had been boarded up by he himself many years ago. Instead, he got up to his old tree house, which was now broken down and worthless, and began to draw "Happy Noodle Boy comics.

Yay for OOC'ness! Sorry nobody was really killed here, don't think that there won't be any of that... Just wait. :P

Oh, and, don't tell Johnny I made this... He'd kill me... :( :P