Ahh! So this story is about... well... big stuff. Originally this was supposed to have tons of OC's and the JTHM crew wasn't really supposed to be in it. Why? It was a dream but I decided to change it with logic and reason.. I'll write the other version later and put it on Deviantart... if I ever get around to it. Dja know this is like my third JTHM story up on this site? I'm such a procrastinator... none of 'em are finished. Ah well... enjoy!


The Prologs:

#1: Devi:

So everything's going normal after that little fiasco with Sickness. It's been two years since she's seen or heard her, and even longer since she's gone on a bad date. She had quit her Nerve job and went back to the bookstore (as upsetting as it was) and again paints part-time. She was even going out more... but something didn't feel right.

About three years ago, Devi noticed that she didn't feel like she was being watched, and she didn't see shadows all around her. It was as if a presence had left... and she knew what presence might have... Johnny C. The question was... did he really just give up on her or did he leave? Tenna told her to call and she got a response that said the phone was out of order. However, she really didn't want to believe it. Her luck wasn't that good (or that bad as Sickness had interjected) and she resolved to going to the house.

On that day her greatest dream came true, he was gone.

Or... that's what the letter on his door said. In either case, he was out of her life for what she hoped was for good. She carefully missed that little word that said 'vacation' and with good reason. After he left, the murders stopped, the unexplained blood drainage as well, even though it had stopped a few months before. Missing people weren't put up that much, but this gave way for more idiots and 'bugs' as she called them, to come in and ruin the world. But, she mused, at least it was better than having a psychotic killer stalking you. But her luck wasn't going to last forever...


#2: Squee:

He knew he wasn't crazy. Gosh, everyone knew he wasn't crazy! But his father paid through his nose to get him there and he expected him to stay. So despite the fact that his parent's abandoned him there, called him crazy, and committed him... he missed them. And he wanted them back, badly. All he had was Shmee, and it had mysteriously appeared in his cell a few hours after he had been there. He had seen the crazy neighbor man... but for the life of him he couldn't remember that man's real name. He had only spoke it a few times when they first met, after all... but that had to be about five, maybe six years ago.

(A/V: This makes him either ten or eleven because I'm rooting for the fact that he was five. Leave me alone, this was a dream.)

So he sat in his little cell wondering if he'd ever see him again. He had no idea whether it had registered in the man's brain that Todd was stuck here, but he really couldn't blame him if he didn't. After all the guy was ten times crazier than he was, so him going there must have been just like a random visit. And considering that this place was on the complete other side of this city...

It was Shmee he was worried about. As the doctors gave him what he thought was useless medicine, Shmee began to fall apart. Literally. The stuffing was coming out, the stitches which he sewn himself after his neighbor chopped it up were breaking again, and the head had to have come off at least twice. The only reason it was on there now was because the doctors decided to duck - tape it.

The reason he even remembered the man was because of the letters he was sent. He sent one for each of his birthdays and Christmas, but the presents were kept until he was free to leave... and that wouldn't happen until either his parents came to get him or he was eighteen.

And he had a loooong way to go.

Still, it was nice to know that someone cared about him. Pepito didn't really know that he was there, and he heard that he moved away not too long ago. His eleventh birthday was coming up now and he waited for the card...


Ok, so no, Johnny doesn't get a prolog. Why? Because it's a mystery, that's why!!1!! The next chappie should come around soon, seeing as how I have to get this down before I both lose interest and die of old age... or procrastination... or school. So yeah, R&R peeps!! Or I'll get Johnny on you!! And I know that it was sorta out of order with Squee, thinking about one thing, going to another, then going back, but try to see it this way, are your thoughts in order?