Headexploady- Hello my minions. Its fan fiction time.

I don't own JTHM

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"Todd…Todd wake up."

Squee who was laying in bed, rolled over and slowly opened his eyes. A dark figure stood over him. After a moment of realizing he was awake, Squee sat up in horror. "Who…are you?"

The man took his hand. "Now come on Todd, its okay I'm not a bad guy here." Squee looked up at him, then the look. "Its almost two in the morning, where are you taking me mister?"

"Call me John kid." he said with a wink and a smile. Squee looked down as the man started to walk him out of the room. "Wait! Can I get Shmee first?"

The man looked down at the boy. "Sorry Todd, we are kind of in a hurray and we really need to get you out of here."

Squee started to cry. "But"

"NO!"

BLACKOUT

10:32 AM

Squee slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to be on a couch with a bunch of holes in it. Despite the holes it was rather comfy. He looked around. "Where am I?" he said to himself. He could hear the scream of a man coming from the door off to his left.

Squee stood up in horror.

The door swung open.

"Oh, your awake I see!"

Johnny stood there with a bloody knifre and walked passed Squee to the sink off to his right. In the sink, Squee could spot hatchets, blades, and something's he didn't know what they were.

Squee was a little frighten to see he was in the house of his insane neighbors, but he stood strong. After a few moments of silence, Johnny came by with some Spaghetti o's. "Hungry?"

Squee nodded his head and took the bowl from the killers hand cautiously. "Umm, I heard a scream…did you hurt anybody?"

Johnny shrugged. "Maybe a little" He giggled. He noticed Squee failed to see the humor. "Oh don't worry Squee, just the child protective service guy who tried to take you away."

Squee didn't seem surprised. He looked down and watched the skettios cool in his bowl. "Can I go home?"

Johnny sat next to him and put his hand on Squees shoulder. "I suppose you could, but nobody is there. I guarentee if you go back they will take you away."

"what happened?" Squee asked.

Johnny almost had a tear in his eye. "well you see, I merely wanted to show you an awesome Happy Noodle Boy comic I have been working on, and I went through the underground tunnel. Your father put a shotgun to my head and asked me who I was. I told him I just wanted to see you, but then he fired…"

Squee started to shake. Johnny stood up in amazement. "AND I LIVED!!! THE BULLETS WERE DUDS! EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM! I CANT DIE, SQUEE! However your father did when he stupidly looked inside the gun and it shot his face off.

Johnny smiled and patted Squee on the back. Johnny got up. "Do you like salt on your skettios? I always put a pinch of salt in mine."

Squee looked down, staring at his food. Tears rolled down his face. "My…my daddy is…"

Johnny poked his head out from a cabinet "Dead? Yes, very. In fact he made a nice fresh coat! I might not even have to feed that bloody wall for a month!" Johnny through some containers on the floor. "You know…I've never tried paprika with skettios, wanna give it a shot?"

Squee breathed heavily. "What about mommy."

"Well Squee, your mother was the one to call the cops. She was also arrested for the murder of your father. It was pretty funny."

Squee started to sniff as his tears came rolling down. By then, Johnny realized why he was crying. He put down whatever he was holding and came over to Squee. "Hey listen, Squee. I'm sorry that I came on pretty strong with that."

Squee looked up. "Is there any good news today?"

Johnny scratched his head. "well…you slept through the gun shot pretty well."

Squee bobbed his head and laid back down. He needed some rest.

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Head: Tell me what you think. This isn't my first fan fic, (I lost my password permanently) so be as brutal as you want.