A/N- My first Fanfic *throws up hands in joyness* please give me critisism, comments and cookies (chocolate chip perferably, although I will accept peanutbutter)

Oh yes! and discliamer- I do not own anything....except for Lilly , Morbid and Massacre they were born out of my imagination...my twisted, twisted imagination


From Lilly's journal

I left today…or maybe I arrived. Maybe both. It doesn't matter. Or maybe it does. I'm so undecided. I shut Morbid in the closet again. But I can still hear her voice through the door. She didn't want to leave. I didn't want to take her with me.

Lilly shuffled down the sidewalk. In her right hand she cradled Morbid, whose rag doll body hung limp, as if unimpressed by her new living accommodations. "You disappoint me." Morbid grumbled. It had been Lilly's idea to explore the neighborhood in hopes that it would bring about a fresh perspective. All it seemed to bring about was a deeper feeling of dread. From the moment the taxi had dropped her off at house 772 things seemed to spin into a pit, a rather unwelcoming, altogether bothersome pit. "You know," she told Morbid. "I liked it a lot better when you didn't talk." "What makes you so sure I'm really talking? Maybe you're just insane." Lilly frowned down at it. "You're talking. If I ever were to go insane and start hearing voices I defiantly would never imagine a voice as annoying as yours."

Morbid had been talking for a few weeks now. At first it was just a whisper, calling to her when she slept. Then the voice grew until she didn't have to be half asleep to hear it. When it first started talking it had been rather pleasant; all "Lets be friends" and "I understand". When something was wrong, "I understand" When something bad happened, "I understand." When someone was mean, "I understand." But soon the "I understand"s turned into "I can help." And "I can help" turned into "You can fix it." Someone upset her, "You can fix it." Someone was rude or dumb or ignorant, "You can fix it." And she had asked Morbid how. And Morbid had answered. And she defiantly liked Morbid a lot better when it didn't talk. That was another thing, she promised herself when Morbid first found its voice that she would never refer to the rag doll as anything other than "it". To call it "she" would imply that it was a person, which it wasn't. She didn't know what it is.

She had planned on throwing Morbid out a window when she left, or maybe placing it under the tire of a car. Instead, she was clutching the rag doll tightly as she wandered down the sidewalk. Maybe it was for the best. She wasn't ready to let go. Not yet.

Still, it worried her.

The house across the street didn't help matters. The windows were all boarded up and the grass hadn't been mowed in god knows how long. Lilly wondered what type of creature would live in a house like that.

She passing the house half expecting something to jump out at her from the tall weeds. "The triple seven house of triple seveny doom." She whispered to herself and giggled a little. One foot drifted in front of another. The sun drifted across the sky. And Lilly's foot caught on something small huddled on the sidewalk. "A PUPPIE???!!" she screamed as her head collided with the pavement. Rolling onto her back she blinked twice and saw two dinner plate sized eyes staring down at her. Her arm shot up into the air and pointed an accusing finger at the eyes. "You're not a puppie!" She was right, it wasn't a puppie, it was child and it was about to cry. She frowned…she didn't mean to upset a child. "I'm sorry." She said. Her arm dropping slowly to her side. "You can be a puppie if you want." She went to give the kid a pat on the head. He jumped back suddenly. "Squee" It squeaked! The kid squeaked! He was small and scared and held a teddy bear to his chest as if his life depended on it. A few inches away Morbid lay on the ground grumbling.

The kid was surrounded by colored chalk. He had been coloring on the sidewalk. Lilly sat cross-legged in front of him and held out her hand. "I'm Lilly. I'm sorry if I scared you." The child glanced down and fiddled with the arm of his teddy bear. "Todd." He said. "Todd." She grinned. Her eyes settled on his teddy bear. "Who's your friend there?" Todd shivered…he..shivered? Lilly was confused. She hadn't said anything intimidating had she? Poor kid. She just wanted to scoop him up, leave Morbid facedown on the sidewalk and run off into the sunset. Maybe buy him an icecream cone. He looked like he could use an icecream cone. "Welll" She said, picking up Morbid. " I've got a friend too. Her name is Mori." "Shmee" Todd whispered holding out the bear. Upon further inspection it looked like 'Shmee' had been cut up the middle and sewn back together again. The sewing was sloppy and was undoubtedly the work of Todd. The slashing, who knew. The overall impression the bear gave was displeasing to say the least.

"Adorable." Lilly said flatly. "They should go play." She promptly tossed Mori over her shoulder who landed sprawled across the pavement. Todd reluctantly placed Shmee beside the rag doll. It was getting dark. Lilly frowned. Small children and dark don't mix. "On second thought," She decided. "They can play some other time. You should head home little guy." Todd glanced behind him. "Tha-a…that's my house right there." It was the house next to the run down shack of doom. She stared up at the building. The windows were dark. The house appeared empty. "Where are your parents?" She asked. "Inside. Or maybe they went out for the night." He answered.

What kind of parents would leave their child outside unsupervised? What kind of parents would leave their child outside while they went to dinner or the movies? "If it's ok with you Todd I'd like to walk you to the front door. I mean I wouldn't want you to get trampled by say, a dog walker or a mailman on your way home." Morbid chuckled. "After all it's a dangerous world isn't it?" it whispered, its voice dripping with venom. Lilly pressed the rag doll's head into the pavement. "Playtimes over!" She screamed. She shoved Shmee into the arms of a terrified Todd.

She held Todd's hand and guided him up the stairs of his house. With her other hand she pulled Morbid behind her by the leg, letting the doll's head drag against the sidewalk. "Not that there would be mailmen out at this hour but you never know about dog walkers, they can be rather shifty." She told him, trying to make him feel more comfortable, all the while aware of his hand trembling in hers. Todd was silent. "Yup, dog walkers can be pretty shifffftyyyy…walking dogs at all hours of the night and…stuff…" When this didn't bring a response she gave up on small talk all together. At Todd's front door she smiled at him one last time. As he headed inside she waved at him pleasantly. "I'm sorry we didn't have too much time to get acquainted. But we'll have plenty of time for that later. After all," she said, her grin widening. "We're neighbors now." Todd squealed and slammed the door. Lilly blinked a few times. "What I mean is, I live across the street!" She yelled at the door. "So I mean…if you don't want to be neighbors we're not! I live across the street! Across the street!!!!" She wondered what she had said wrong.

From inside the house next door a pair of eyes peered out from behind a boarded up window. A young man watched as the girl left Todd's front porch. His fingers slid over the blade of a knife. He decided to go out.

Lilly turned the corner and stepped under the neon sign that hung over the movie theatre. She had been walking for a long time. Gliding through the city as if it wasn't there, as if it was just a dream and any moment she would wake up. Her eyes would meet Morbid's, who would be sitting up in the corner of her bedroom. And Massacre, creeping through her walls would chuckle. And she wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night and Morbid would continue to watch her. No, it was best that she was awake. She glanced up at the theatre's neon sign. She smiled. A movie was just what she needed.

As she paid for her ticket (an action that consisted of silently shoving a wad of cash into the guy's hand and hoping he had the integrity to give her back the correct amount of change.) she turned to Morbid. "Was I particularly frightening when I talked to the little boy earlier?" Morbid grinned. Its eyes flashed with a twisted amusement. "I mean," Lilly elaborated. "Do you suppose he's just naturally timid? He lives next to that creepy house. The doomy triple seven one. I suppose that would make anyone less than outgoing and I know I've never been one for human interaction but ….do you think I should have stayed with him? If his parents really are out for the night-"

Morbid broke into a horrible collection of giggles. Its eyes flashed viciously. "Listen to yourself. You're so lost." It spat each word out like a punch. Lilly chewed on her bottom lip. When Morbid talked liked that it was a bit like being stabbed through the stomach. The rag doll continued. "All these feelings, all these thoughts. They hold you back. All these distractions! All these things keeping you from reaching your true potential. If you had just left it up to me you would have trampled the kid and kept walking. All this worrying could have been avoided." Like being stabbed through the stomach. "Its wonderful what an outburst of violent rage can do for the self esteem and that goes without saying how alive one becomes in the face of death." Repetitively. "You resist us far too much. I have always looked out for you. Everything I ask of you is in your best interest. For your own good." Lilly sighed and made her way into the theatre. Morbid was still grinning. "You have so much hidden potential."

Lilly glanced down at her ticket and groaned. A romantic comedy of all things. She was certain she had bought a ticket for Blood N' Guts III. Not that she enjoyed that sort of movie either but at least Morbid would have gotten its fill of torturous killings. Instead, every row was filled with teenage couples. Sharing popcorn, kissing, and snuggling, oh the snuggling. Lilly twitched slightly and took a seat in the back row. Morbid growled in annoyance. Lilly shoved it under the seat.

Her eyes soon drifted away from the screen and moved around the theatre. They soon settled on a young man sitting in the row in front of her. The seats on either side of him were empty. The back of his head was interesting. She studied it, pondering the awkward cut and style of his hair. After much debating she decided that she liked it. Then as if he could feel her eyes on the back of his head he turned around sharply and glared at her. His eyes were rimed with dark circles. A fellow insomniac! She thought. He continued to glare. His eyes seemed to say, "Don't mess with me" that and "I haven't slept in a month and I don't plan to start again any time soon" Lilly looked down for a bit until she was sure he had turned away.

She raised her eyes and was greeted by the back of his head. Despite the death glare she still found herself admiring his haircut. Poor guy. She thought. A strange girl staring at the back of his head while he was trying to watch a movie. Not to mention he was watching a romantic comedy…alone… on a weekend. He seems so isolated, so strange, almost abandoned. Then Lilly remembered where she was. She remembered that Morbid wasn't a person, not even close. She was alone too. Suddenly the darkness of the movie theatre seemed smothering. She picked Morbid up and left the theatre.

From Lilly's Journal

I've never been so lost before. I've never felt so alone in a crowded room.


A/N- So there you have it. There shall be more Johnny in the next xhapter and a great abundance of him as the story progresses. Shall the story progress? It is up to you the reader...give me feedback *shakes fist*