Hello and welcome to my little story here. I do hope you enjoy reading this. Rating might change in later chapters. Can't think of much to say. Oh yeah...forgot to add one important thing!

Disclaimer: I do not own Johnny, Devi, or Squee or any other characters from JtHM. They belong to the genius that is Jhonen Vasquez.

Plot:

A rogue demon resisting against Satan comes to steal Johnny and replicate him into a demon killing machine-thingy man so he can rule the earth and become all powerful demon man. Poor Nny has to deal with this, Devi's raging hormones and trying to convince Squee that he's not as bad as he seems. Devi and squee team up to save Johnny and all of pathetic mankind. Romance! Drama! Carnage! Yay!

Please enjoy :]

Chapter 1: Nny sure loves Cherry Brain-Freezies

The bright moonlight seeped in between the aged wooden boards leaving "X" shaped shadows on the floor of Johnny's living room. He sat, fetal position with his back against the torn up couch, humming Ode to Joy to himself.

"No one fucking understands this…they only see the vulgar outer layer of what I do. Mutilate people in the worst possible way imaginable. But do they ever think why I do it? Why I live with my hands forever covered in spilt blood of dirty scum? Not because it gives me some sick satisfaction…well…perhaps, only when it comes to the shitheads that have no integrity. But, other than them…DAMNIT!"

He interrupted his monologue because his throat suddenly got intensely dry. He got up slowly and opened his front door, gazing up at the stars.

He sighed, "I want to die."

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Hobos and Goth-wannabes littered the streets at night in the nameless wasteland of a town that Johnny inhabited. Hands in his pockets, he strolled over to the 24/7 for a cherry brain-freezy. Tonight he felt slightly different. He couldn't put his finger on it but something was not quite right. He passed by a darkened ally and heard a few snickers as he walked. His fists clenched as he slowed his pace, waiting for a comment to trigger him.

"Hey, fag! Where the FUCK did you get your hair cut? You look like a fuckin' cockroach with those antennas!" A lanky teenager yelled, his shaggy hair in front of his face, skateboard in hand.

Johnny whirled around and within a second the teenager was projectlie bleeding from his throat, one of Nny's machetes protruding from it.

"YOU IDIOT! LEARN HOW TO USE PROPER GRAMMAR! IT'S 'ANTENNAE'! IT INFURIATES ME WHEN PEOPLE DON'T SPEAK PROPERLY!"

The dead skater's girlfriend cursed at Johnny and tried to slap him. "You fucking retarded asshole! Why did you do that? You're so wacky! Fuck you!"

Johnny felt something snap inside his head. His eyes were wide, arms still at his sides, machete ready in each hand.

"You…said….that WORD! I'm SO SICK OF PEOPLE USING THAT WORD! WACKY! AREN'T THERE BETTER WORDS IN THE DICTIONARY?"

He pinned the girl to the ground and stuck both knives in her mouth, stretching it horizontally until her cheeks ripped apart, leaving her mouth sagging into a bloody mess. Her eyes widened as she frantically tried to run away for help. Johnny grabbed her by her hair.

He shook his head and said quite calmly, "Now, now, it's not polite to leave in the middle of a conversation."

With that he stabbed her right in the middle of her torso and began carving away. He whistled as he worked, ignoring the wimpy screams gurgling from her bloody throat.

He stood up with a rather content look on his face as he looked at what he had done. He put the machetes back into his pocket and continued on his way to the 24/7, leaving the girl seconds from death, sprawled on the sidewalk. A drawing (carving) of Happy Noodle Boy glistened in the moonlight with her blood.

"Stupid teenagers." Nny muttered to himself.

:D There's the first chapter! Thank you for reading and please don't hesitate to review this with any tips and/or critisism. Also, if any of you have a good idea for a title of the the story, I would be most appreciative if you shared them with me. Thanks again for reading!

-K.G