Warnings: ... Think about the fandom you're reading people... Violence, Mindfucks, Slash, Attempted Gore, Crack.
AN: LOTS OF TINY DRABBLE'S OF THINGS THROWN INTO ONE BIG STORY 8D. IT IS GOOD YES??????
Living??
"Wait, so let me get this straight . . ."
"Nny, we've been trying to get this straight for the last two hours." An exhausted Edgar-like being groaned. The reason it was Edgar-like, was that Johnny was pretty sure he killed Edgar...
Nny nodded while still mulling over what had been repeated to him for the last two hours in his head. He seemed to focus once again and look at the man in front of him.
"So, when your blood spattered on the walls your soul became trapped in my wall, and now you haunt my house?"
"In a nutshell, yes."
"You look solid. Like I never killed you. Not that I wanted to . . ."
Edgar shifted at the feeling of Johnny's eyes staring right at him. "I can assure you, I'm solid."
"Why has this happened to no on else?"
Edgar frowned. "You didn't notice and just killed them again."
"So, I could kill you again?"
"Yes, but you'd destroy my soul."
"This is fucked up. I need a Brain Freezey before we carry on. Want one?"
"Um, okay. But I can't leave the house."
Johnny seemed to think about their current predicament. He grinned as an insane idea popped up in his mind.
15 Minutes Later...
"Johnny! What on EARTH do you think you're DOING?!"
The maniac turned off the power tool and turned to his best and only friend.
"Well you see, you can't leave the house. So if I bring part of the house with me you should be able to follow."
"You could have used a smaller chunk!"
Johnny then looked at what he had been doing and saw that he had used a chainsaw to saw out a almost ten by six foot piece of the wall.
"Oh... Well I think your suggestion is slightly better. I'll fix this when I get back."
It was at that point Edgar swore he was going to go bald early... Darn hereditary baldness
DID YOU ENJOY THAT KIDS?? 8D... No ¬¬ Well fine it's boring... But it'll get better... I think...