So I thought of a song fic well listening to Voltaire and I realized that this song fits Squee so I decided to write my first song fic. Johnny may seem a little OOC but I kinda found it touching for him to sit and look after Squee well he napped. You know like chasing the monsters away and stuff like that. So sorry if he seemed a little off, just needed to make him that way for the idea in my head, so with that on with the story.
Disclaimer: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Squee belong to Jhonen and Good Night Demon Slayer belongs to Voltaire, (who is amazing by the way you should really listen to some of his songs)
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Good Night Squee
BY: Inquiete
Good Night Demon Slayer BY: Voltaire
There's a monster that lives beneath your bed
Oh for crying out loud it's a futon on the floor
He must be flat as a board
Squee trembled in fear there was a monster that lurked beneath his bead. No matter what he did he could not get rid of it. He's tried to get Daddy to chase the monster away but he wouldn't listen. One night he got mad so he went to Squee's room and looked under the bed. He said it was just a futon but he was wrong…
There's a creature that lurks behind the door
Though I've checked their 15 times
When I leave he arrives every night
There was also the creature that lives behind his bedroom door. He checks 15 times when he leaves to go to school. But no matter how many times he checked the monster wasn't there. But he came for Squee every night.
Tell the creature that lurks behind the door
If he knows what's good he won't come he no more
Cause you'll kick his butt at the count of four
He tells the creature behind the door that he shouldn't come here anymore. Because if he does he'll kick its butt, but he thinks it knows he's lying.
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer, goodnight
Man Squee was really tired; it drained a lot of energy out of him. He was really tied from being scared all the time. So he closed his tired eyes, tomorrow he'd go back for looking for all those devils.
Tell the monster that eats little children, that you taste bad
And you're sure you'd be the worst meal he's ever had
If he eats you, don't you fret, just cut him open with an axe
Don't regret it, he deserved it, he's a cad
Squee heard a big moaning noise outside his door so he went to investigate. He had to protect Mommy and Daddy of course. And what he found on the other side of the door was a scary sight, the monster who liked to eat little children. He held Shmee up in fright and said. "Please Mister Children Eating Monster I'm not that tasty, the worst I swear."
Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five you'll roast them alive
Tell the devil it's time you gave him his due
He should go back to hell; he should shake in his shoes
'Cause the mightiest, scariest creature is you
The other day some harpies landed on his bed post. He was so scared that he didn't know what to do. The next day he told the Scary Neighbor Man about it and he told him he should have set them on fire. The very idea scared Squee to death.
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming they better hide
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer, goodnight
Johnny calmly snuck into Squee's room in the dead middle of the night. He was wide awake and bored so he figured he should go bother Squee. That always cheered him up. But when he got there he saw that Squee was passed out looking so unusually peaceful. The scene seemed so serene that Johnny just didn't have the heart to wake him. So he decided to sit at the edge of his bed and wait until he awoke.
I won't tell you, there's nothing beneath your bed
I won't sell you that it's all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but they're not in your dreams
People tell Squee that there's no such thing as monsters all the time. They say that it's all in his head. But it's NOT, monsters are real, and they're not in our dreams. There really was a monster under his bed. There really was a creature behind the door. This world wasn't as it seems and Squee knew that.
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat
You'll need it for some of the people you'll meet
Squee even took some of the things he learned from dealing with monsters to dealing with people. It didn't stop him from being scared but it was still helpful.
Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Johnny smiled he really was cute well he slept. Poor Squee probably doesn't get a lot of opportunity like this, just having a peaceful sleep like this. He was always scared all the time and he couldn't relax. Plus it didn't help that bad things always kept happening to him. All those bad creatures and aliens wanting to mess with him; he was almost like his own little demon slayer. Nny smiled at that and brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes and whispered; "goodnight my little slayer goodnight."