*Hello people of Earth, RockandRollGirl is back and ready for making a story that is going to take forever. As you people may know of the account name I made before RockandRollGirl, which is Dibfangirl13.…

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….anyway *eye twitches* I absolutely love Jhonen Vasquez creepy humorous work. I couple of months ago I bought a $20 comic book of JTHM Directors cut (so worth it.) I couldn't stop reading it for a whole month since it was that good! One night I was thinking, what if our favorite homicidal killer had a child. So I thought more and more of it until I finally made a decision to make a fanfic.

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-_-….okay well I hope you enjoy the violence and sadness of the main character of this story named, Crimson.

"FUCK YOU!"

Devi angrily threw down the phone in the receiver and sighed. That was the fifth call she made today, all still the same denying answer of giving her niece Crimson a home. Devi turned to Crimson who was sitting on the floor coloring in a crappy coloring book. Devi's smile return to her face as Crimson hummed to a tune she heard on TV. Devi kneeled down to the small five-year olds height and forced a big smile on her face.

"Another denial Crimson."

Crimson took her eyes off her pink horse she was fully endured in and frowned, "Why?"

Devi looked down at the rather dirty carpet of her home and frowned, "I don't know. Some people are to big of an asshole to care of a small pure little red hair girl like you Crimson."

Crimson put down the tainted pink crayon and moved closer to Devi, "Why don't you want me Auntie?"

Devi frowned even more, she tried to lighten the mood by picking up Crimson and happily lifting her up in the air. Crimson laughed as Devi began to spin her around like an airplane, fast and unstoppable to the red hair girl's matter. Devi finally set her down and kneeled in front of Crimson. The atmosphere around the two of them was very dense.

"Crimson….I do want you…I want you to be okay. I can't take care of you because I don't have enough money to make sure your okay. So I'm trying to find someone who has enough money."

What Devi said was entirely true, her job at the book store wasn't enough for the both of them to survive. She didn't have a lot of food right now, the refrigerator was practically empty right now from lack of payment. Crimson and her couldn't just live on take out food they're entire life, who knows what they put into those greasy piles of shit!

Crimson yawned as the time of day came around nine o' clock. Devi tucked Crimson in her own regular sized bed, satisfied of another day. Another day where she didn't have to worry about the mysterious forces driving her to insanity.

Devi plopped herself on the chair next to the her cluttered desk. She went through the sea of papers and non- needed items to find her books full of contacts. She tried calling Tenna, Physic fat lady, Mr. Nevers (surprisingly,) and a few other people she hasn't talked to in a while. All saying the same denying answer with an annoying response, such as "Leave me alone!", "Why would I want a child?", " I not able to because I'm busy…."

She slammed down the phone once more, getting angrier by the minute. Devi tried making deals, signs, calling everything and nobody would want Crimson! She didn't understand at all, all of this was giving her an annoying migraine.

Devi went through the overcrowded bathroom cabinet for some Tylenol. She grabbed the container and opened it, they're was nothing left. Just a hallow emptiness that made her migraine grow stronger.

Devi never ending thoughts dragged to Crimson's parents, or technically her brother, Ian. If Devi ever meant the person who killed them in the theater that day, he/she are going to wish for death. She walked out of the bathroom and to her desk again, feeling a bit nauseated now.

Devi's eyes dragged to a tiny piece of paper pinned on the wall, next to billions of her other works of art she has made over the past years. The curious female slowly walked over to the mysterious scrap of paper and ripped it off the pin.

Johnny C.

820-555-7776

Anger boiled inside of Devi, she crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it across the room. Horrible images of the first and last date they went on circled her thoughts. The way he tried to kill her that night was unforgettable, and the way he tried to call back hoping I would fall for him again was unbelievable! Devi remembered Sickness telling her that Johnny was once a victim of the mysterious forces and escaping them. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all….

Before the whole "trying to kill you so it can be beautiful" dilemma she remembered how nice Johnny was. How they spent that evening on the ledge, staring down at the city which seemed so small at that angle. How she went home with him, talking…laughing….almost kissing…..

"To bad it had to be ruined…." Devi thought to herself.

Devi looked over at the receiver, then at the crumpled up piece of paper with the phone number. She didn't know why she was even doing this, nor did she know if he even was going to pick up. Considering the last time Devi did call him she heard noises no sane person could describe. Devi picked up the phone and dialed in Johnny's number. She waited….

"Hello…" she heard a voice from the other end of the receiver.

Devi gasped.