A tall figure stepped out of a cold, dark room. Screams emitted from the other side, none of them were to change this criminal's mind, however. You see, he had been doing this same thing for years. Not once had any victim accomplished to make him feel guilty enough to set them free of the basement. Though now, he almost felt that the flames of hatred deep in his heart began to seize day by day. This murderous figure had smiled at the thought though, killing had been in his mind since he could remember, and he could no longer share an interest in sleeping or eating like a normal person would do, he would rarely do any of these things unless his body forced him to. Though another thought that had crossed his mind many times before- is that the killing had begun to make him sick, he no longer found enjoyment in it as he used too, now all that he did it for was to paint the deadly wall that had covered the face of a even more horrific creature than himself. He tried to just give the wall water or juice, and had even wasted his time with buying milk for the damned thing. But no, the wall seemed only to satisfy itself with the taste of human blood. Within a week of not feeding it, the wall would start to growl and crack, daring to open doors to a new killer. So you see that he had no other choice but to continue the killing even when he began to think that the screams had become enough for him to handle, he just forced himself to laugh at them in attempt to make himself feel better, though recently it hadn't helped him any. It just made him feel terrible.

"You know you don't have to do this, Johnny," A familiar voice came to mind. "If you regret it, then why do you still do it? Just ditch this place and move on, leave that monster to break through those walls. You wouldn't be here when it happens, so why does it matter?" Ah, yes. This was Nail Bunny, Johnny's best and only friend since the doughboys. It was the only good voice in his head that tried to influence him to do good, the only voice that didn't tell him to kill himself whenever he was feeling down.

No, you don't understand. Johnny growled, clamping his hands behind his back as he walked back up the stairs.

It's not that monster that I'm worried about, fuck the monster. But I have work to do here, you see. Those idiots think they're the ones to run this place, that just because they have the will to that they can boss the world around. And it is my job as a flusher to rid of those retards.

"That's where you're wrong, Johnny. I understand perfectly fine. After all, I am a part of you, and have been since you accepted the voices of you're true nature." The voice responded, getting quitter by the moment. "And because of that, I'm here just because of that. To show you you're true nature, Nny, you're gonna have to let me."

Johnny didn't bother to respond, he was much concerned with other things at the moment. Like how was Squee doing? He hadn't visited the kid in quite a while, and he felt that this one was long overdue. It was something about the kid that made him feel much better. Was it his personality perhaps? His paranoid attitude had given Johnny something to look after, and made him want to comfort the child even more, he simply treated Squee like his own child or brother. He looked after him when his parents hadn't dared to even waste their time thinking thinking about him.

Yes, I think i'll go pay a little visit to the young champ. He snickered to himself, heaving himself over the one open window in his house and out onto the soft grass.

Maybe that'll cheer me up, it always used to. Though things do change, however much do they change when we least want them to... Johnny whispered to himself, deep enough back in his twisted mind that no voice would ever hear it. No voice, not even his own. He didn't want to admit even to himself that he was indeed growing soft from this world.


- Squee's POV -

A dark-headed child sat on the bed, tears streaming down his warm cheeks as he flinched at the sound of his mother's own voice.

"If I catch you out of you're room one more time, you go back to that mental hospital!" A croaked voice screamed from just outside the closed door of his empty bedroom. "Remember? You ate yesterday, you little brat!" Came one last scream before her door, too, slammed as she stormed into her bedroom, rattling the whole house. Squee let out a little whimper before grabbing his stuffed teddybear, Shmee, and squeezed him close to his chest.

"Don't worry, Shmee. You can have some of the food that I grabbed before I got chased away." He offered, unclutching his hand to reveal a few pieces of the chicken skin that he had managed to snatch off of the unclean dishes on the counter. Before he could even eat one of the pieces himself, he heard rustling in the tree just outside his window and froze. He stopped mid-bite, his mouth wide open as he prepared to take a bite of the tiny shred of chicken. But he stopped, closed his mouth again, and slid under his covers with Shmee before he had a chance to find out whatever was out there.

The rustling continued, getting closer and closer to the window. Could it have been a squirrel? Maybe a gigantic bug? What if the aliens had come back to take him first and ask questions later? He heard the sliding window open quietly, ever so quietly, then stop. Squee heard one foot step down onto the hollow floor, then the next. He waited for one or two more feet to settle, expecting an alien with multiple feet- but nothing came. Only a cold, sharp hand rested on his side. "Squee?" A familiar voice whispered, the hand gently trying to shake him awake.

"You asleep? I promise that I'm not an alien. They only come out on Tuesdays, remember?" The child easily recognized the voice and slowly slid the covers back down to his shoulders, enough for him to see. Squee peeked around the side of the slender man, trying to spot anything else.

"Are you... are you sure they aren't with you?"

Johnny nodded his head, taking a glance around the room. "Nothing here."

Squee let Shmee drop from his hand and threw his arms around the figure with a smile. "It's really you!" He squealed happily. This neighbor had recently went on a long trip, and he hadn't seen him for months. The kid had started to worry about him, no matter how scary he was, Johnny was the only one who stood up for him when nobody else could or would.

- Johnny's POV -

Johnny was startled by the sudden hug, staring down at the boy. Squee wasn't normally like this, usually he would cower in fear whenever he came to visit him in his room. But slowly and hesitantly, Johnny managed to wrap his hands around the boy, too. It was as well of a hug that he could manage, since he never was used to these kinds of things. Eventually, he cut the hug by gently setting Squee on the bed just a little ways away so that he would have enough warning the next time that he decided to pull a surprise hug on him again. Noticing the scraps of food that Todd had clutched in his hands protectively, he let out a sigh and motioned towards the door in disappointment.

"Did you're mother leave you with just... that?"

The child nodded, letting his gaze drop to the floor. He looked like he was thinking for a moment, then suddenly glanced back up. "You didn't come here for the food, did you?" He whimpered. "If you did, you can have it all! I can wait until tomorrow, I'm really not all that hungry, honest!"

Johnny let out a small laugh at his question and stood from the bed. "No, kiddo. I don't want the chicken, you can have it." He chuckled, standing at the foot of Todd's bed as he scanned the room, glaring at the friendly pictures hung on the wall. Most of them were family photos, but the rest... were of Shmee or times when Squee's mother was pregnant with him, though her face wasn't nearly as cheerful as most women when they were carrying a little bundle of joy in their belly. It was only proof to Johnny that there truly was no moment when she was happy. Walking over to one of the frames in the corner, he blew off the dust from the glass that contained the dirty photo and glared at it. "Family, eh?" He asked Squee, though his eyes remained locked on the picture. He saw the boy nod from the corner of his eye and sighed, smiling down at the gleaming frame. "Well..."

Suddenly Johnny ripped it from the wall, sending it flying towards the wall behind him. "Well fuck family!" He growled, glancing back down towards the shivering Squee, who's eyes were wide as he stared at the shattered frame. "You know that they don't care about you, not as much as I do." The villain sighed, looming over the bed. "You know you're not happy here, and it's not even because of this strange world. It's because of the people who pretend that they love you, then talk shit about you behind their back."

Todd slowly nodded, his widened eyes shaking with fear as he stared up at the tall, skinny figure. He glanced around for Shmee, digging under the covers to reach him, then sat him right on his lap, squeezing all the life out of the bear- any that existed.

"You could be happy, Squeegee." He pointed out, smiling at himself as he called Todd by the nickname that he had come up with him, Johnny thought that it was very cute for a kid. "Are you really sure that you don't want a better family? Hell, you'd be better off with me than those things you call parents."

Squee began to cradle himself, wrapping his arms around his legs and swaying. "I- I don't know..." He managed, glancing back at the broken glass on his floor. Johnny stared down at him for a moment, trying to see the true answer in his eyes, it always lay there. But not today, Squeegee's eyes were completely answerless. What was it about him? Why did Todd have to be so afraid of him all the time? Johnny had never done anything to hurt the kid, in face he did everything he could just to protect him! Was the child simply like this even before they met, or was it just Johnny's background that scared him so much? He wanted to tell Squee that he had planned on cutting down on the killing, but what was the point? After all, killing was his life, a part of his life that he just couldn't let go of no matter how much he begged to. Johnny didn't argue though, just leaped back onto the window sill and waved a simple goodbye.

"Nighty night, Squeegee. Try to get some sleep tonight, because remember..." He gave a dark smirk, his eyes flashing white. "Tomorrow's Tuesday." And with that, he leaped a distance away from the window, bracing himself for the fall. And once he landed, he gave a tiny chuckle as he heard a scream from the window above. Quite pleased with his progress today, he made a run for the open window at his house and leaped into his own blood-stained bedroom.

But instead of going to work on 'Happy-Noodle-Boy' right away, he went straight for the diary that he hid inside the pillowcase on his bed that he rarely ever used. No, Johnny never knew exactly why he had to hide it- after all, he never had visitors, he just felt the need to, it was the only part of his day that made him feel connected to the real world like a normal person.

Dear, Die-ary.

Today, I couldn't help but realize something. Perhaps nothing that I do is worth it, it doesn't even mean anything. If god really does exist and that wasn't just a dream, well, some answers would be to the best, but I guess it was best if I would just figure out my own destiny. The voices forced into my head weren't because I'm just plain insane, but to help mold my future, to help me find my ways in life. NB (Nail Bunny) was right. Though I do regret feeding the wall from that of the blood that spills from my victims, but i'll find my way. I'll find a way.