Nny clenched his teeth, inwardly snarling at the confused, smirking teenager. Prove your Love, Johnny. Squee needs to trust you Johnny. Use pictures to immortalize, Johnny. Let him have a good holiday for once in his life, Johnny. Yeah, well fuck you Nailbunny! FUCK YOU! Letting snivellybrats ungratefully whine for whatever toy it was that they wanted, while thier mothers took pictures was not a good way to prove his love for anything except murder. Squee had to admit, Johnny was the fucking creepiest Santa he'd ever seen. He'd overheard Nny talking to Nailbunny about him, telling Johnny he had to make Squee trust him. So, Squee wasn't too suprised when Nny told him to meet him at the mall for a suprise. What he was suprised to see was Nny working as a Mall Santa. I promise Squee, you watch, I won't kill a single person at the mall. And so far, he hadn't. Though, the poor kids were scared enough as it is. Nny was wearing his signature boots, tight red pants, a large Santa coat, the hat on his head pushing his hair into his face. The coat pratically swallowed Nny whole, and with each passing hour the repeating chorus of the popular Christmas Carol was getting more and more sinister to Squee. Nny resisted the urge to shove the last child off his lap, staring wide eyed and shaky at the mother, glaring down at the large wet spot on his leg. Luckily, the kid had fucking pissed on the overly-large coat and not his pants. Yeah, that's right, that little FUCK just pissed his pants. While sitting in Nny's lap. He heard Nailbunny's voice chanting Squee, Squee, Squee, this is for Squee in his head and forced a crocked smile, shoving a candy cane at the kid. He slapped a cheap looking 'Santa Will Be At...' clock on his chair, throwing the Piss-Coat on the floor, and marching past Squee, mumbling about Brain Freezys. Nny had proved not that Squee could trust him, Squee was already certian of that, but that he really was- or could be- sane. Sure, he just slaughtered a few people on the walk back to 777, but still. A kid had pissed on him. Fucking pissed. All over. Todd was .2% positive he himself would've gone homicidal on the kids mom. But, Nny didn't. And Squee never thought Santa looked more attractive... Speaking of, Squee held onto the Sucky Monkey, staring at Johnny's head. The Santa hat was still there.


'You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list He's checking it twice Gonna find out who's naughty and nice Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees when you are sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you been bad or good So be good for goodness sake

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town Santa Claus is coming to town'

Does anyone else think Santa is fuckin' creepy like I do? Re-read those lyrics, and apply them to oh, say Nny. Scary isn't it?