NOTE: First Johnny fic. I'm so filled with anticipation. Okay, it's a Christmas Carol parody (Not another one...) so yah. I'm excited. Johnny might be a little out of character, so if he is, I apologize. Remember, first Johnny fic. Plus Johnny has a really intelligent way of talking and I...don't. Sorry. I'm ready....now....now.....now........GO!

Jimmy was dead. He had been dead for a while now, thanks to a certain homicidal maniac he had idolized and annoyed. So yes. Jimmy is dead. Read it carefully: JIMMY IS DEAD. Dead. Dead. Dead. He's as dead as it gets, maybe

even deader. There. Is Jimmy alive? NO! He is DEAD! Remember this fact. He isn't alive, because he is too busy being dead.

Johnny, or Nny, was not dead however. He was alive and living. Right now he is busy being alive inside of the 24/7 gas station, buying a brainfreezy, the beverage that always makes him feel a little better about not being dead. JIMMY

IS DEAD! It was a cold December evening in the land where this brainfreezy loving boy lives. Outside of the gas station, shiny, white snowflakes gracefully glided down from the heavens to the surface, only to be run over by speeding

vehicles with muddy tires. A few people were scattered around the area, looking for food, getting gas, or just standing around, trying to look intimidating.

A small group of guys were doing just that, the intimidating thing. They were outside of the building, leaning against its filthy walls, smoking cigarettes, doing a familiar ritual known as ridicule. They snickered as certain people passed by.

"Heh. Look at that guy's pants!" A tall guy with long greasy black hair chuckled. We'll call him Sean, whether that's his name or not. Sean's pants were so low on his hips that you could see most of his black boxers. "They actually fit him.

Ha!"

"And that girl." A shorter guy with a pierced lip pointed out, taking another drag on his cigarette. He'll be called Marco."She's got no ass."

"Oh my god! Look at that skinny fag!" The third and final loiterer hissed. He had a large skull tatoo on his neck. He'll be Josh. Josh was pointing at our boy Johnny, who was happily drinking his brainfreezy, not bothering or killing

anyone. Yet.

The three continued to point and crack jokes about Nny, gradually getting louder and louder.

"Look at those boots! They're...STUPID!"

"He has no hair. Where's his hair?"

"He's a fag cuz he's skinny. Seriously."

Nny was well aware of what they were saying about him. He did his best to ignore it, and tried to put all his attention on the braimfreezy. Still....it'd be so easy to...and they definitely deserve it...No. He had to break this horrible habit of

his.

One of the guys was walking over to Johnny. His two friends followed suite, all three carrying a smirk on their make-up covered faces. The one with the hair, Shane or whatever stood right in front of Johnny.

"Hey. Got any money?" The guy hissed, wearing a menacing look on his face. Mark and Joe, wait, no, oh nevermind,just laughed, giving Johnny equally dirty looks. Johnny continued to ignore them, trying to look anywhere but at the

three guys harassing him.

"Hey you faggot, I asked you a question." Sean retorted, pushing Johnny against the wall. The other two continued to cackle. Marco (That's right!)noticed Johnny's backpack, whichhad been lying on the ground the entire time. "Hey, bet

you got money in there." He grabbed the backpack and blindly stuck his arm in it, looking for a wallet. He let out a yell and quickly pulled his arm out of the bag. It was bleeding. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Johnny quickly coveted his backpack, which if you haven't already guessed, was filled with knives. He'd had enough. He couldn't handle the temptation. He took a long knife out of the bag and held it high.

"Why do you people always do this?" He snarled, holding the knife up to Sean's face. "Every damn time... You all claim to be so original, indivdual, FUCK. You 'originals' torment me for how I am, how I look. What is it? Am I the bad

kind of original?" Johnny's usually tan face was bright red with rage. Plus he was having a brainfreeze from the brainfreezy. "You've used words to cause me pain...Now I'm going to take all that pain, put it in this knife, and throw it right

back at you...."

Johnny arrived at his run-down home late that night, covered in blood, some his own, and some not. His good mood had completely dissolved. He kept hearing the screams from those three asses. "Don't do it. We were only kidding!","I

won't do it again! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please give me back my arm!", "You bastard! You haven't got the spine to do anything. He's just bluff---AAUUGHH!". Nny sighed and walked up to his front door, thinking about how nice it

would be to get some sleep tonight, if it weren't for his insomnia. He carefully reached into his backpack, making sure not to touch the several blood-covered knives it contained, and got out his housekeys. He began to insert the key into

the lock, but paused for a moment. Something was drawn on the door...It was a face. A familiar face. Johnny swore he knew that face...He just couldn't place it...

Thoroughly creeped out, Nny entered the house and collapsed on the couch, let out another sigh, and turned on the TV. The room was dark; it's only light came from the glowing TV screen. Johnny acted like he was into whatever

program he was watching, though he was starting to panic. Something was coming...

Suddenly the TV screen went black, along with the entire living room. Nny sat still, squinting in the darkness. He heard something. A footstep. Another one. Another. Something was walking towards him. "W-who's th-there?" He

stuttered. He had a strange feeling that whatever it was wasn't human. "Who is it?"

A small light appeared across the room. It began to grow, began to take shape. It was a man. A glowing man. A glowing man that carried a chain of skulls. A glowing man with the face on Johnny's door. It was..."NNY! Remember me?

It's me, Mmy! You killed me remember?"

It was Jimmy, the creepy fanatic that Johnny had gotten rid of quite a while ago. Jimmy was an annoying little ass when he was alive, but now he was dead. Alive Jimmy is annoying, but DEAD Jimmy is scary. "That was amazing! My

murder was some of your best work! I followed you here from the gas station! Nice work on those guys!" Okay, dead Jimmy is kind of annoying too.

Nny just sat there in shock. "So, I bet you wonder why I'm here, don't ya?" Nny blinked. "Well, when you killed me I died. And ever since I've been wandering around, lugging this big chain with me." Jimmy help up his skull chain. "It's really heavy and painful. And all this carrying hasn't even given me any strength. Dead people can never stronger. It sucks!" Nny continued to stare. "So anyway, I lived a bad life, killed people, and so on, so now I'm doomed to carry this thing around for alll eternity and--"

"Wait!" Johnny stood up from the couch defiantly. "I've died before and that isn't what happens! If you live a bad life you go to hell! I went there!" Now it was Jimmy's turn to stare.

"Yeah well...forget all that. This is a different story. If you live a bad life, you walk around with a chain." Jimmy replied lamely. "Anyway, your chain is a lot longer than mine. I didn't kill that many people, but YOU...Oh...You're chain is

really bad. I'm really jealous." Nny looked around uncomfortably, not really understanding the chain concept. "So, you're going to be visited by three SPIRITS! SPOOKY! They'll show you stuff, and you'll have an adventure. Consider yourself lucky.

This is like a second chance for you." Jimmy looked a little sad. "I wish I got an opportunity like that. I guess I just wasn't important enough.Anyway, the first ghost will arrive at 1:00, so be ready." The apparition began to shrink and lose it shaped. "Expect the first ghost at one. Nice talking. Keep up the good work!" And Jimmy dissolved completely.