Hay, every body! Its me Scarecrow. rainseed was't hear today(so sad, I so sad)Sniff, sniff. So I got bored natualy. So I thought a should wright a story about when Johnny the Homicidal Maniac gos to Silent Hill. And Just in time for Halloween. (Scarecrow super creepy laughter.) Hope up good little boys and girls like it. Happy Halloween.
Dear Die-ry,
Its been weeks since my little dissent to so-called Heaven and so-called Hell and back again, I now find myself in the frighten situation of me being in control of my life. A concept that both excites me and terrifies me to my core. Affter all, although I don't belong to the kingdom of the head explody people, nor the place where the stupid morons are doomed to, I am still human. I think. If I am not carfule I culed end up back to ware I was at. Being a slave. I have no intention or desire to revert back in to that sorry stage ever again, EVER. So, the plan is to be completely detached from all emotion and other such touchy feely things. So far, their has been only a minor of casualties, like that hobo guy I shot with a bow and arrow that said 'kick me.' Any way I guess its working so far. However Meaty guy thing says its impossible for humans to be a cold unfeeling statue with no real personality, unless you're a Emo Vampire. Or a mechanical arm. While all of this is true, I only think of myself as 'almost human'. I WILL prove that little hamburger man wrong. If that's one thing in this world I am certain about , and theirs a plathera of thing that I am not, I am not going to be a slave to my OWN body. ESPECIALLY MY BODY. Oh the thought makes me shiver. However after my call to Devi, it made me think about her again. She made me so happy, now she hates me. It makes me sad to think of such pain. I am still so confused, about my self and what I truly want in life. When exactly I went insane, and what where the reasons behind it? Ware I came fro? Who my parents where- what kind of people where they like I wonder? Who was I before this? Just who am I? Who is Johnny C. any way? What DOS the C stand for?- All of these questions elude me. Will I ever find the answers? I don't know-maybe a one eyed flying star fish will come and tell me everything I what to know. Or completely screw me over-at whould be my luck. Heh. So, to escape form my never ending questones and answers, I've desited to go on a little vacation of some sorts to take my mind of things. So far, I've been to as far as the that hill outside of town. Aww, what a relaxing spot. Now ware to go to next…the Museum in town? Or maybe somewhare more exotic. I hear Darkness Falls is lovely around this time of year.
'Tap. Tap. Tap' There suddenly came a tap'n on the glass of Nnys car door window. Disrupted now from his train of thought, Johnny reluctantly put down his Die-ry to roll down his window and directed his attention to a police officer wielding a flash light.
"Is there a problem officer?" Nny asked the flashlight welding Police man out side . The officer lifes his flashlight up and unnecessary shins the light directly in Nny's face. Now Nny is sqwinting at the man.(way do they do that?)
"Um, I'd say so pal. Ya' mind moving along, your holding up traffic."
Sure enough there was a whole line of cars as far as the Devil's eyeball could see, all honking thare horns and cursing and other such things like that.
"Oooh, that's what that irritating noise was coming from."
Scarecrow: Wasn't that Great every body. I know that thaer wasnt a lot (no) Silent Hill sacary thingys in this chapter but not to worry, thare will be more. But all in good time. Hee, hee. (Scarecrow creepy chukle) Hope fully I'll get this story done before halloween. That would be cool. Well adios mucacho's.