The Number of the Moose
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny or Squee, unfortunately, for the ALMIGHTY Jhonen Vasquez does!! Bow down before his power!!! I said bow damnit!!
Okay, well I've been grounded from watching wrestling for.....a long time now. So I actually lost interest for a little while, but if you do care, I will work on my other fics soon. And besides, I just needed a break. My Johnny muse refused to stay silent any longer and Squee, well he's just so adorable! This was originally just going to be about Squee, but ya know how things work. So on to the fic!
Note: It would probably be a good idea if you read all seven JtHM and all four SQUEE! books before reading this... it would be less confusing.
1. Finally Home
It had been such a long time since he saw that house. Almost nine years now. Nine years... He wondered if Johnny was still there. He wanted him to be. This was the first time in his whole life he ever really *wanted* to see Johnny.
Todd ran as fast as he could down the street. After all these years, he still remembered how to get there. He ran past Johnny's house to his own. He had to see that first. There was a light on, but it wasn't his parent's car and he doubted they got a new one. He looked up to the roof where he used to sit at night and look at the stars.
There was a young girl sitting there. Staring up at the sky. Todd smiled to himself, despite the fact that his parents were gone. He wondered if Johnny had befriended that girl like he did himself.
Todd jumped when he heard a crash and someone yell obscenities next door. Johnny *was* still there!! He ran to the front of the old house known as 777 and slowly began to open the door. He stopped and looked at the lawn. It was still just dirt with that old sign that read "KEEP OFF! It's impolite to walk on the dead." He smiled. Somehow it was comforting. Strange but comforting. Todd shook his head and entered the old house.
"...Johnny?" Todd closed the door behind him. "It's Todd... Er, Squee." He said, remembering that Johnny always called him that. There was another crash that came from the kitchen.
"Squee?" Johnny slowly walked into the living room, soaked in blood and holding a butchers' knife. "You lie! You aren't Squee, Squee is little!!" He glared at the tall, skinny man standing before him claiming to be Squee.
"I am Squee." Todd said calmly not wanting to upset Johnny.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and took a few steps closer to Todd. "How do I know you aren't some lying alien that wants to kill me or use my brains for some experiment?" He poked Todd's shoulder with the end of the knife. "Hmmm?"
Todd pulled a piece of stuffing out of his pocket and held it up to Johnny. "Say hi to Shmee."
"FUCK! Get that vile thing away from me!" Johnny stumbled backwards, but caught himself before he fell. "Get rid of it!!" He pulled out a dagger and pointed it at the remainder of Shmee. That evil fucking bear...
Todd smirked and threw the bit of stuffing out the window. Shmee has stopped talking to him a long time ago. He just held on to the stuffing. Somehow it helped him stay sane in that crazy place that was supposed to help him.
Johnny grinned widely and dropped the knife. "Squeegee!!" He hugged Todd tightly.
"Nice to see you too Nny, but I can't really breathe..." Todd gasped for air.
Johnny released him. "Sorry." He scratched his head. "So how was the asylum?"
Todd sat down on the old worn out couch. "Well it was really boring. Pretty lonely too." He sighed deeply. "I kinda forgot what it's like to be free."
"Hmmm....well it was what, eight years?"
"Nine." Todd corrected him. Either way it was too fucking long.
"Damn." Johnny sighed deeply. "That's a really long time."
A sick cough emitted from the kitchen and the shifting of something large could be heard. "What the hell?!" Johnny muttered angrily. "Why aren't you dead yet?!" He yelled as he stormed into the kitchen. Johnny grabbed his knife and through it at the guy's head. He instantly dropped dead.
Todd's eye twitched slightly as he watched from the doorway.
Johnny turned around to return to the living room, but stopped when he saw Todd. "Squee, you okay? You look a little pale."
"I um.... I always look pale." Todd stared the dead man on Johnny's kitchen floor.
"Oh come on. Squeegee, it's not like you haven't seen me kill someone before." Johnny placed his foot on the man's head and yanked the knife from his skull. Then he wiped himself and the blade clean of blood.
"I know. It's just...." Todd trailed off and continued to stare at the dead body. The last time he saw Johnny kill someone he nearly pissed himself. Now he wasn't scared at all. He had just seen a man have a butchers knife thrust into his head, and he wasn't scared. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"What is it?"
Todd shook his head. 'I think.....I think I'm finally home.' Todd thought. He looked up at Johnny. "Can I stay here with you? I don't have anywhere else to go and..."
"Don't worry about it! You can stay!" Johnny grinned.
"Thank you." Todd said quietly as he looked back at the body. Why wasn't he scared?
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Well, that's the end of chapter one! I'm hoping you people like it. Um....if you do, a review would be nice. I really like reviews. Yeah....
Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny or Squee, unfortunately, for the ALMIGHTY Jhonen Vasquez does!! Bow down before his power!!! I said bow damnit!!
Okay, well I've been grounded from watching wrestling for.....a long time now. So I actually lost interest for a little while, but if you do care, I will work on my other fics soon. And besides, I just needed a break. My Johnny muse refused to stay silent any longer and Squee, well he's just so adorable! This was originally just going to be about Squee, but ya know how things work. So on to the fic!
Note: It would probably be a good idea if you read all seven JtHM and all four SQUEE! books before reading this... it would be less confusing.
1. Finally Home
It had been such a long time since he saw that house. Almost nine years now. Nine years... He wondered if Johnny was still there. He wanted him to be. This was the first time in his whole life he ever really *wanted* to see Johnny.
Todd ran as fast as he could down the street. After all these years, he still remembered how to get there. He ran past Johnny's house to his own. He had to see that first. There was a light on, but it wasn't his parent's car and he doubted they got a new one. He looked up to the roof where he used to sit at night and look at the stars.
There was a young girl sitting there. Staring up at the sky. Todd smiled to himself, despite the fact that his parents were gone. He wondered if Johnny had befriended that girl like he did himself.
Todd jumped when he heard a crash and someone yell obscenities next door. Johnny *was* still there!! He ran to the front of the old house known as 777 and slowly began to open the door. He stopped and looked at the lawn. It was still just dirt with that old sign that read "KEEP OFF! It's impolite to walk on the dead." He smiled. Somehow it was comforting. Strange but comforting. Todd shook his head and entered the old house.
"...Johnny?" Todd closed the door behind him. "It's Todd... Er, Squee." He said, remembering that Johnny always called him that. There was another crash that came from the kitchen.
"Squee?" Johnny slowly walked into the living room, soaked in blood and holding a butchers' knife. "You lie! You aren't Squee, Squee is little!!" He glared at the tall, skinny man standing before him claiming to be Squee.
"I am Squee." Todd said calmly not wanting to upset Johnny.
Johnny raised an eyebrow and took a few steps closer to Todd. "How do I know you aren't some lying alien that wants to kill me or use my brains for some experiment?" He poked Todd's shoulder with the end of the knife. "Hmmm?"
Todd pulled a piece of stuffing out of his pocket and held it up to Johnny. "Say hi to Shmee."
"FUCK! Get that vile thing away from me!" Johnny stumbled backwards, but caught himself before he fell. "Get rid of it!!" He pulled out a dagger and pointed it at the remainder of Shmee. That evil fucking bear...
Todd smirked and threw the bit of stuffing out the window. Shmee has stopped talking to him a long time ago. He just held on to the stuffing. Somehow it helped him stay sane in that crazy place that was supposed to help him.
Johnny grinned widely and dropped the knife. "Squeegee!!" He hugged Todd tightly.
"Nice to see you too Nny, but I can't really breathe..." Todd gasped for air.
Johnny released him. "Sorry." He scratched his head. "So how was the asylum?"
Todd sat down on the old worn out couch. "Well it was really boring. Pretty lonely too." He sighed deeply. "I kinda forgot what it's like to be free."
"Hmmm....well it was what, eight years?"
"Nine." Todd corrected him. Either way it was too fucking long.
"Damn." Johnny sighed deeply. "That's a really long time."
A sick cough emitted from the kitchen and the shifting of something large could be heard. "What the hell?!" Johnny muttered angrily. "Why aren't you dead yet?!" He yelled as he stormed into the kitchen. Johnny grabbed his knife and through it at the guy's head. He instantly dropped dead.
Todd's eye twitched slightly as he watched from the doorway.
Johnny turned around to return to the living room, but stopped when he saw Todd. "Squee, you okay? You look a little pale."
"I um.... I always look pale." Todd stared the dead man on Johnny's kitchen floor.
"Oh come on. Squeegee, it's not like you haven't seen me kill someone before." Johnny placed his foot on the man's head and yanked the knife from his skull. Then he wiped himself and the blade clean of blood.
"I know. It's just...." Todd trailed off and continued to stare at the dead body. The last time he saw Johnny kill someone he nearly pissed himself. Now he wasn't scared at all. He had just seen a man have a butchers knife thrust into his head, and he wasn't scared. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"What is it?"
Todd shook his head. 'I think.....I think I'm finally home.' Todd thought. He looked up at Johnny. "Can I stay here with you? I don't have anywhere else to go and..."
"Don't worry about it! You can stay!" Johnny grinned.
"Thank you." Todd said quietly as he looked back at the body. Why wasn't he scared?
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Well, that's the end of chapter one! I'm hoping you people like it. Um....if you do, a review would be nice. I really like reviews. Yeah....