It was rare I felt like this. I almost felt alone, with no one to bicker with. Things had been quiet- nay, silent, even.

'Silent' was not something I was used to. No, not in this house. This house was loud and chaotic, and I liked it that way. At least, more than how it was right now. I almost wanted that stupid rabbit to come floating along by. There wasn't even any victims left downstairs to scream in agony! Silence was boring. Boredom was… depressing. I expected the someone beside me to be reminding me of that, but that certain someone was taking part in this quiet atmosphere.

Though we were both in the bodies of styrofoam dolls, still and posed with twisted smiles on our painted faces, either of us speaking was anything other than uncommon. We argued on for hours at a time, and I tried to counter each thing he said as he blathered on about his dismal views, trying so desperately to gear our troubled host over to his side. Though even when that problematic boy was out of the picture, as he was at the moment, we would still be going at it until one of us declared it as useless, before another argument began over something else. That was often how things went around here, but as of late, we hadn't had a real argument in what felt like forever. It wasn't just fighting either, it was… anything he said, really. For the past few weeks Psycho-Doughboy had been fairly quiet, not really engaging in conversation without being provoked to do so, whether it involved Johnny or not. And now… now he was just there. Like the inanimate object he was supposed to be.

It irritated me. I knew it was an odd thing to be bothered by, but it was so unlike him to not be whining the day away. Not just that, but when he did speak, he was calm! Not hearing his words come out bitterly and aggressive was such a foreign thing to happen, and though I could consider his recent mild temper to be helpful to my goals, it left me only in suspicion. He would never be this okay with any of us getting further in life, the only times he was anywhere close to a good mood was when Johnny was stuck in a bad one. He was up to something, and I knew it.

I nearly jumped right off of the vanity we stood upon as I heard the front door suddenly slam open, I didn't even notice the car get parked while in my thoughts. The sound of footsteps from those familiar large boots echoed closely to the room's entrance, along with something heavy being dragged behind them. My already widened smile grew as I turned to the half-way open door. At least that was one less issue to worry about.

"Ah, back so soon, Nny?" I asked. In actuality he had been gone for awhile, but I wanted to encourage him to gather more of what he was carrying along. The footsteps stopped in front of the doorway, and the sickly-looking stick of a man glanced over at me with hazy eyes. "What? Have I only been gone so long? I guess the opposite of 'time flies by when you're having fun' can happen pretty well. Huh… I didn't even get my chips. I mean, I got a bag of them, but it kind of got covered in blood." He began trailing along his sentences, as if I asked him about how his day went or something. He seemed to be musing the little story more to himself than to me. "Now that I think about it, they were in a bag, they probably would've been fine. I guess it didn't cross my mind at the time. So I don't have any chips. Oh, now that's a saddening thought…" I paid a bit more attention to his rant at the last sentence. Was he being serious? Whether he was or not, it was a good thing to take advantage of.

"Well don't fret dear boy, the night is still young. Why don't you go out and indulge yourself a little bit more?" As much as I didn't want to continue being left alone with my apparently mute counterpart, keeping Johnny happy and enthusiastic was a bigger priority, but more importantly… "While you're out, you could get another of them, too." I added, hoping to motivate him towards it. "Another…?" His gaze trailed down to the either unconscious or dead man whose shirt was clutched in his thin hand, as if he had forgotten he was dragging it around to begin with. "Oh. Another…" He narrowed his eyes at the body. "You know, I don't think I'm really in the mood to interact with anymore assholes."

That wasn't the response I was wanting. I had to push him a bit more. "It'd be best to get it over with already, right? They can't be assholes to you once they're dead." And dead they certainly would be, but Johnny still didn't seem to be too convinced with my idea. "With everyone out of the waaay… it'd leave those delicious brainfreezies only to you." Ah, there we go. He immediately perked up at the idea of his favorite beverage, and a smile graced his grim features. Without another word, he darted down the hallway as fast as he could with an adult's body in his grasp, presumably towards the basement.

He took his sweet time down there, but I was relieved to see him return, body having been discarded and that smile still on his face. "That was a good idea you got, Mister Eff. I think I'll act upon it. Oh, yes." He sounded excited. I assumed he was referring more to the brainfreezy part than the killing part, but at the phrase of a 'good idea', that at least meant he was trusting me, and that was definitely a step in the right direction. "Yes, yes. Remember Nny, the world is yours to roam, so take from it as you please! Especially those who threaten your excellent mood!" I chimed. Although he was no longer facing me, he nodded, and off he went. I noted the sound of him fidgeting with something metallic in the main room before departing completely, that I hoped was the clanging of knives, or some kind of weapon. One coat was never enough for that wall, and since he took such little time downstairs compared to usual, I was left unsure of whether he actually painted the wall or simply chained the man up in preparation, so he needed to get all the blood-sacks he could fit into that basement. Just in case. After he drove away(and possibly just hit one of our neighbors), I was left in silence again, but it didn't last as long as I was expecting.

"Smooth talking there, Fuck." For the second time tonight I had been startled, though this time I really did react physically. I swerved myself slightly to find my counterpart turned as well, staring right at me. Not responding to anything Johnny or I had said, I had completely forgotten he was even there. "How long have you been staring at me?" I asked, slightly perturbed by this. "Ohh, not long. Does it bother you?" His painted-on face didn't budge as he spoke, his half-open smile refusing to move with his words, but the voice still came from him. "… A little." I replied, not really knowing how to answer that question. He snickered at my response, and I was the first between us to change expressions.

I frowned. Though it was small, compared to my large grin from before, it was fairly evident. I could tell he noticed it. "So, what's kept your trap shut all this time? It's very unlike you to, you know… be tolerable." I skipped past any potential banter we'd engage in, and got straight to the point while I had him talking. His eye-lids lowered and his mouth closed, though it was still placed in a mocking smile. It was eerie seeing him with that expression, when it was under his own accord since we were alone. "Just giving you a little 'test run', we'll say. Enjoying it?"

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Test run? Just what are you talking about?" It was rare that I would be interested in what my counterpart was saying, but this seemed to be something concerning me specifically. I wanted him to talk. "My taciturnity. We haven't fought in so long, haven't you noticed?" He explained, trying to sound a little hurt. I knew it! I knew he was up to something, his discreet behavior was some kind of ploy, and now I was going to make him spill it like blood. "Quit with the cryptic talk, D-boy. What's this all about?" I demanded, my hands balling into fists as I stared him down. He simply sneered at me. "Alright, alright, I won't bullshit around. I want to make a deal with you."

A… deal? Well, now he really had me curious. "Elaborate." I said, cupping one elbow and bringing the other hand to my face. "Say I continue not talking. The only one left to really fight with you over Johnny would be that pesky rabbit. It wouldn't be that hard, I know from experience. As long as I'm suppressed, you'll be real in no time, right?" As much as I was liking the sound of this so far, there was a lack of a certain detail that made it a 'deal', and I refused to let him skim past it. "Don't treat me like an idiot, I know you'd never just act like this on you own. What's really going on behind this? What would you get out of the deal?" In fact, what could he possibly get out of any kind of deal? All he wanted was his own death, and that was it. There was no possible way I could agree with him on something like this, and get away from it unscathed. There was way more to this than he was letting on.

"It's not that important, is it? You're getting a life out of this." His smirk simmered just a tad. "Oh, fuck you D-boy! Don't you dare try to pull that kind of shit on me! You'd never, ever let me get off this easy if it wasn't for a price, so tell me what you're getting out of this!" I snapped at him, but he didn't give much of a reaction. His cocky expression faded and turned into a blank stare, but that was all. "It's not lethal, if that's what you're worried about. I can guarantee you won't like it in the least, but it's indeed a fair trade." He was still trying to dodge around what 'it' is, and I was getting aggravated. "So what if I don't agree? What then?" I asked, crossing my arms. His expression turned into a much more dire look than before.

"Then I'm afraid that our dear host won't survive for much longer, and believe me, I'll make sure of it." His voice was calm, but not like the times before. It was utterly disconcerting. It wasn't at all out of the ordinary that Psycho-Doughboy wanted Johnny dead, but just the way he said it, how positive he was that it'd happen… something about it just didn't sit right with me. I had no idea what he was up to, but I had decided that it'd be better to just go along with it for now and see how things pan out, rather than risk whatever he had planned for Johnny. Of course… this meant I'd have to find out what he had planned for me as well, and whatever it was, I wasn't looking forward to it. "… Fine. I'll agree to your little deal, as flawed as it is." I replied in a low voice, but he heard it loud and clear as his eerie smile returned. "Once you get your side of the bargain, I'm sure you won't regret it." He stated, before turning back around and restoring his previous position that we were displayed in. I simply huffed and turned away as well, to let whatever I had agreed to seep in.

I really, really couldn't think of what he could get out of this. What did he want, just to get a rise out of me? We got that enough out of fights, but now that I was unknowing of what would happen next, I was a little shaken. It was then, another question dawned upon me. "Hey, D-boy…" I glanced over at him again. "What does your precious Master think about you doing this?"

I had asked too late, it seemed. He remained silent, refusing to even look over at me and acknowledge the question. He flat-out ignored it. If I was lucky, I might've hit something, but with the lack of any response I was left unsure. I didn't appreciate this, and decided to let him know of my distaste. I waddled my awkward little body over to his, and gave him a swift push, knocking him right off of the vanity. His form gave out a light squeak when he hit the floor, as styrofoam did, but he carried on being unresponsive. I figured he was just trying to get to me, but… I did agree for him to stay silent, and silent he stayed. This was going to feel like such a long wait until Johnny got home again…