Disclaimer: You already know, don't you, you little genius?
This is the strangest, most random story I have ever written in my life. It's a one-shot so enjoy it. It's not going to be very long. Just something that I wanted to write for reason I'm not sure of. Maybe there's some incentive for me to be writing this, or maybe it's just me rambling. Either way, it's going to be fun. It's just Nny talking to himself with much lack of an actual 'plot'.
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~~~They were gone.
The voices were gone.
The doughboys.
Nailbunny.
Reverend MEAT.
All gone.
It was just him now.
Alone against everything. ~~~~~
"I've never felt so free."
You're free from them, but not yourself.
"That's me speaking, isn't it? Just me, talking to myself. And I know it. But it's different than Nailbunny. I can tell that this is just me daydreaming to some extent. I can stop it if I want."
But you don't want to, do you?
"No. There is much too much on my mind tonight for me to be without anyone to talk to."
I see.
"Tell me something."
Like what?
"Something I don't know."
Is there anything?
"Why did I kill them, besides the doughboys?""
Inner jealousy. You were a slave. They weren't. Well, they were, but not to the extent that it was ruling them.
"None could get away."
Devi could.
"Why could she?"
She was a slave just like you, to a painting called Sickness. It controlled her. But she's not controlled any longer.
"She's dead."
You sense these things well. But no, she is alive.
"I thought so because... there was something missing."
Who are you, Johnny C.?
"I'm me."
Clever. But who are you really?
"I don't know. Who really knows, deep down?"
You know. You just can't see.
"Can't see?"
You can't see past your emotional wall that you built up with all the killing.
"I built a wall?"
Who are you?
"You know who I am."
If I did, I wouldn't be asking.
"I'm a flusher..Senor Diablo told me..."
You were. But are you really going to listen to the devil?
"Who do you want me to listen to?"
Your heart. Stop listening to other people. Listen to yourself.
"Are you sure you're really me?"
Yes.
"OK then."
So who are you?
"I don't know."
Find out.
"How?"
Find yourself, Johnny. Find yourself.
"Myself? I'm right here."
Your body is. But where's your heart?
"How do I find out?"
Where does it travel in your dreams?
"To Devi."
Then find her, and you just might find yourself.
"She won't listen to me. I tried to kill her, and now she's shut me out."
I thought she was different than everyone else.
"She is."
Then you never know what might happen.
"Alright, I'll find Devi."
Good for you. You have a chance, Johnny.
"Good. Thank you for everything."
Don't thank me. I'm you. Thank yourself.
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See, what did I tell you? Please don't flame because I'll just ignore you and it won't do much for my view of you.
This is the strangest, most random story I have ever written in my life. It's a one-shot so enjoy it. It's not going to be very long. Just something that I wanted to write for reason I'm not sure of. Maybe there's some incentive for me to be writing this, or maybe it's just me rambling. Either way, it's going to be fun. It's just Nny talking to himself with much lack of an actual 'plot'.
*/*/*
~~~They were gone.
The voices were gone.
The doughboys.
Nailbunny.
Reverend MEAT.
All gone.
It was just him now.
Alone against everything. ~~~~~
"I've never felt so free."
You're free from them, but not yourself.
"That's me speaking, isn't it? Just me, talking to myself. And I know it. But it's different than Nailbunny. I can tell that this is just me daydreaming to some extent. I can stop it if I want."
But you don't want to, do you?
"No. There is much too much on my mind tonight for me to be without anyone to talk to."
I see.
"Tell me something."
Like what?
"Something I don't know."
Is there anything?
"Why did I kill them, besides the doughboys?""
Inner jealousy. You were a slave. They weren't. Well, they were, but not to the extent that it was ruling them.
"None could get away."
Devi could.
"Why could she?"
She was a slave just like you, to a painting called Sickness. It controlled her. But she's not controlled any longer.
"She's dead."
You sense these things well. But no, she is alive.
"I thought so because... there was something missing."
Who are you, Johnny C.?
"I'm me."
Clever. But who are you really?
"I don't know. Who really knows, deep down?"
You know. You just can't see.
"Can't see?"
You can't see past your emotional wall that you built up with all the killing.
"I built a wall?"
Who are you?
"You know who I am."
If I did, I wouldn't be asking.
"I'm a flusher..Senor Diablo told me..."
You were. But are you really going to listen to the devil?
"Who do you want me to listen to?"
Your heart. Stop listening to other people. Listen to yourself.
"Are you sure you're really me?"
Yes.
"OK then."
So who are you?
"I don't know."
Find out.
"How?"
Find yourself, Johnny. Find yourself.
"Myself? I'm right here."
Your body is. But where's your heart?
"How do I find out?"
Where does it travel in your dreams?
"To Devi."
Then find her, and you just might find yourself.
"She won't listen to me. I tried to kill her, and now she's shut me out."
I thought she was different than everyone else.
"She is."
Then you never know what might happen.
"Alright, I'll find Devi."
Good for you. You have a chance, Johnny.
"Good. Thank you for everything."
Don't thank me. I'm you. Thank yourself.
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See, what did I tell you? Please don't flame because I'll just ignore you and it won't do much for my view of you.