Author's Notes: Heheh...I like this a lot...I do. Um, this is dedicated to
Piper and Invader Insomniac...because Piper is really the reason why I
actually got this written down, and I.I. is the reason it got posted. It's
gonna have some really funny stuff in it...so please R&R!! Thankyou!
Disclaimer: I don't own JtHM or any thing else Jhonen Vasquez. I do own Tito...cuz he's mine! The end.
Senor Juan
Johnny sat behind his little desk, doodling happy noodle boy...it was so quiet...quiet was nice...
"HELLO!!" A voice rang out from behind.
Johnny spun around, startled, and crashed into the lamp poised so delacately ontop the desk. It swung around and smacked him in the head, as if through retaliation.
"Sorry? Did I scare you?" The sarcastic remark was followed immedeatly by laughter, somewhere in the shadows of the room.
Johnny rubbed his head.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" He asked the figure in the shadows.
The figure stepped out, revealing a, rather short, medium-build hispanic man(but Johnny knew that, just by the accent). He was quite young, and had a rather sly looking grin across his face.
Johnny stared at him blankly.
"What? Don't you remember me?" The man took a step forward.
"Should I?" Nny answered, seemingly oblivious to the fact that some PERSON was in his house without permission.
"Yes, I'd say so, after all, you KILLED me!" The man said, irritated.
Johnny blinked a couple times, trying to remember this, person.
"Oh, your that guy that was screaming about how you weren't READY to die..."
"Uh-huh.."
"...then I killed you." Johnny grinned evilly.
"...Mmyeah..." The hispanic man stood there, eye twitching.
"But, if I killed you, what are you doing...um...alive?"
"Simple, my homicidal amigo...I told you, I wasn't ready to die."
"Well, then I'll just have to kill you again!" Johnny grabbed up a ax that was so CONVENIANTLY placed beside his desk, and sliced down the middle of the guy's head. The man just stood there, quite peeved, with the ax sticking out of his head.
"Ouch..."
Nny stared in awe.
"Your supposed to die now..." He said.
"I'm already dead you can't kill me!" The guy said, "oh, by the way, my name is Tito."(heh...private joke...hehehe) Tito grabed the ax and with some struggle, pulled it out of his head.
"I'm Johnny. But, could you, go away? I'm busy." Johnny turned around and sat back at his desk. He didn't hear anything for a few seconds, so, satisfied that the strange little man had left, he picked up his pen and continued with his comic.
"What'cha doin' Senor Juan?" A voice came from what seemed to be too close for comfort.
Johnny spun around yet again, startled, hit the lamp, which returned with a loving smack on the head, once again. Damn Deja Vu.
"Why the FUCK are you still here?!" Johnny yelled, rubbing his head again.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Tito clapped his hands together, then spread them out in a wide gesture, "I'm staying with YOU now! Ya know, we can go cruise the hood, pick up chiquitas, get drunk and party all night! The works man!"
Johnny twitched.
"Okay, three things: 1, you are NOT staying with me, 2, I'm not the "party" type, and 3, YOUR ANNOYING THE LIVING HELL OUTTA ME!!" Johnny then picked up a couple knives, that HAPPENED to be on a rack on the wall, and slashed the poor Tito man to sheds.
Nny looked at the bloody, unmoving heap on the floor, satisfied that it was, indeed, no longer alive.
"I'll clean you up later," Nny sighed and walked out of the room, "I could go for a 'freezy right now..."
Nny didn't feel like walking, so he picked up his keys and went out the door. He got in the car...blah blah...and started...driving. No particular thoughts circled his head, just this and that. It was quite late, must have been around midnight. The quiet of midnight...
"Hey, Juanito! Can you pick up some Cheetos while we're there? I LOVE Cheetos!" Tito said, springing up from the backseat.
"What the hell?!" Johnny yelled, the car swerving onto the curb, and crashed into a pole.
Disclaimer: I don't own JtHM or any thing else Jhonen Vasquez. I do own Tito...cuz he's mine! The end.
Senor Juan
Johnny sat behind his little desk, doodling happy noodle boy...it was so quiet...quiet was nice...
"HELLO!!" A voice rang out from behind.
Johnny spun around, startled, and crashed into the lamp poised so delacately ontop the desk. It swung around and smacked him in the head, as if through retaliation.
"Sorry? Did I scare you?" The sarcastic remark was followed immedeatly by laughter, somewhere in the shadows of the room.
Johnny rubbed his head.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" He asked the figure in the shadows.
The figure stepped out, revealing a, rather short, medium-build hispanic man(but Johnny knew that, just by the accent). He was quite young, and had a rather sly looking grin across his face.
Johnny stared at him blankly.
"What? Don't you remember me?" The man took a step forward.
"Should I?" Nny answered, seemingly oblivious to the fact that some PERSON was in his house without permission.
"Yes, I'd say so, after all, you KILLED me!" The man said, irritated.
Johnny blinked a couple times, trying to remember this, person.
"Oh, your that guy that was screaming about how you weren't READY to die..."
"Uh-huh.."
"...then I killed you." Johnny grinned evilly.
"...Mmyeah..." The hispanic man stood there, eye twitching.
"But, if I killed you, what are you doing...um...alive?"
"Simple, my homicidal amigo...I told you, I wasn't ready to die."
"Well, then I'll just have to kill you again!" Johnny grabbed up a ax that was so CONVENIANTLY placed beside his desk, and sliced down the middle of the guy's head. The man just stood there, quite peeved, with the ax sticking out of his head.
"Ouch..."
Nny stared in awe.
"Your supposed to die now..." He said.
"I'm already dead you can't kill me!" The guy said, "oh, by the way, my name is Tito."(heh...private joke...hehehe) Tito grabed the ax and with some struggle, pulled it out of his head.
"I'm Johnny. But, could you, go away? I'm busy." Johnny turned around and sat back at his desk. He didn't hear anything for a few seconds, so, satisfied that the strange little man had left, he picked up his pen and continued with his comic.
"What'cha doin' Senor Juan?" A voice came from what seemed to be too close for comfort.
Johnny spun around yet again, startled, hit the lamp, which returned with a loving smack on the head, once again. Damn Deja Vu.
"Why the FUCK are you still here?!" Johnny yelled, rubbing his head again.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Tito clapped his hands together, then spread them out in a wide gesture, "I'm staying with YOU now! Ya know, we can go cruise the hood, pick up chiquitas, get drunk and party all night! The works man!"
Johnny twitched.
"Okay, three things: 1, you are NOT staying with me, 2, I'm not the "party" type, and 3, YOUR ANNOYING THE LIVING HELL OUTTA ME!!" Johnny then picked up a couple knives, that HAPPENED to be on a rack on the wall, and slashed the poor Tito man to sheds.
Nny looked at the bloody, unmoving heap on the floor, satisfied that it was, indeed, no longer alive.
"I'll clean you up later," Nny sighed and walked out of the room, "I could go for a 'freezy right now..."
Nny didn't feel like walking, so he picked up his keys and went out the door. He got in the car...blah blah...and started...driving. No particular thoughts circled his head, just this and that. It was quite late, must have been around midnight. The quiet of midnight...
"Hey, Juanito! Can you pick up some Cheetos while we're there? I LOVE Cheetos!" Tito said, springing up from the backseat.
"What the hell?!" Johnny yelled, the car swerving onto the curb, and crashed into a pole.