A/N Hi this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. it was one of those
nights when you just feel like writing and this is what came out .let me
get reviews on what you think: love, hate?? .and I feel like posting it up!
I met Jhonen Vazques today at the E3 expo here in L.A.!!! ^_^
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Disclaimer: No I don't own JTHM ..*sobs* I don't own the idea of a homicidal maniac. You seriously think Id be doing this if I did!!??
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It was one of those eerie days when you feel so lonely, that you want to destroy anything that gets in your path. This slender person walking down the street dressed in black and crooked spiky hair. Barely noticing his silhouette . He had sickly yellow brownish skin. Entered the local café went to the cashier;
"Can I get a cup of coffee"?
"What will you like a Café latte.Cappuccino, Mocha poop??" The employee asked patiently,
"I just want a regular coffee".
The cashier giggled at his remark "Sir at the Café o Crap, we don't carry regular coffee, it would be wacky if we did though!"
The person tweaked at the sound of that hideous word WACKY .
"What did you just say?" asked the person with fire in his eyes.
"I just said that it would be wacky" The person screamed as if he was being tortured
" I HATE THAT INCEDOIUS WORD!!!!"
The cashier looked at the customer confused not knowing what to say .
"Ummmm sir are you okay??" the person asked while staring at him,
"No I was okay until you said * Aggghhhh * Waaackk----- whackieeee!!"
"Sir it's just a word .it means nothing"
"You could have chosen some other word but NOOO you decide to torture me". He glared at the cashier. "Now I will torture you" at this point you could see two sharp metallic objects in his hands.
"Sir are those . Oh my god what are you going to do????"
"As all the other wasted life's that I have confronted you are one of the waste I will love disemboweling"
"Sir there are cameras .SMILE!!" He froze.
The customer got closer as the silhouette moved up his cheeks and over his eyes so you could not see them. He gave an evil grin. He grabbed the cashier by the head and slammed his head on the counter. * WHACK * you could see blood drizzle on the tarnished wood spilling slowly to the floor. The guy fell to the floor unconsciously. The customer thought * that was easy didn't even put up a fight? * He sat down next to the cashier waiting for him to wake up ... At this point he got a great idea of how to wake this sack of wasted human life.as he thought of it, come conscience. He got one of his crooked knifes and carved a little stick figure in his chest very slowly. The person woke up with a shrieking scream of torture.
"AGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...NOOOOOOOooooo!!!!!"
" Oh how beautiful it is to feel the knowledge that you are about to die, isn't it wonderful?!" asked the customer to the cashier. Blood was oozing over the floor like a rotting dirt pond.
"No it hurts!!!!" screamed the cashier.
"Well I should advice you not to take that pain over granted lets just say that's a sign that you're still alive!" ..
"wh-wha-what??" Asked the cashier confused and dazed at was happening to him..
"If you wish for your little insignificant pain to stop I will gladly end it"
The cashier's eyes glazed murkily with fear and numbing pain, paralyzed with the knowledge of being mere seconds from a gruesome death.
"Your life ends know!!!!" the customer grinned as if taking pleasure. He swung for his chest cavity. Blood splashed over his face.
* Great he thought, I ruined his good Happy Noodle Boy drawing I did on his chest * "FUCK IT"
He left the body of the deceased cashier for someone else to find, what a great feeling. He didn't feel too lonely now for he had sent another person to HELL, the place where he had already being. He walked casually out the Café o Crap and headed to a busy Music store. called DESTROY ALL MUSIC.
I met Jhonen Vazques today at the E3 expo here in L.A.!!! ^_^
**********************************************************************
Disclaimer: No I don't own JTHM ..*sobs* I don't own the idea of a homicidal maniac. You seriously think Id be doing this if I did!!??
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It was one of those eerie days when you feel so lonely, that you want to destroy anything that gets in your path. This slender person walking down the street dressed in black and crooked spiky hair. Barely noticing his silhouette . He had sickly yellow brownish skin. Entered the local café went to the cashier;
"Can I get a cup of coffee"?
"What will you like a Café latte.Cappuccino, Mocha poop??" The employee asked patiently,
"I just want a regular coffee".
The cashier giggled at his remark "Sir at the Café o Crap, we don't carry regular coffee, it would be wacky if we did though!"
The person tweaked at the sound of that hideous word WACKY .
"What did you just say?" asked the person with fire in his eyes.
"I just said that it would be wacky" The person screamed as if he was being tortured
" I HATE THAT INCEDOIUS WORD!!!!"
The cashier looked at the customer confused not knowing what to say .
"Ummmm sir are you okay??" the person asked while staring at him,
"No I was okay until you said * Aggghhhh * Waaackk----- whackieeee!!"
"Sir it's just a word .it means nothing"
"You could have chosen some other word but NOOO you decide to torture me". He glared at the cashier. "Now I will torture you" at this point you could see two sharp metallic objects in his hands.
"Sir are those . Oh my god what are you going to do????"
"As all the other wasted life's that I have confronted you are one of the waste I will love disemboweling"
"Sir there are cameras .SMILE!!" He froze.
The customer got closer as the silhouette moved up his cheeks and over his eyes so you could not see them. He gave an evil grin. He grabbed the cashier by the head and slammed his head on the counter. * WHACK * you could see blood drizzle on the tarnished wood spilling slowly to the floor. The guy fell to the floor unconsciously. The customer thought * that was easy didn't even put up a fight? * He sat down next to the cashier waiting for him to wake up ... At this point he got a great idea of how to wake this sack of wasted human life.as he thought of it, come conscience. He got one of his crooked knifes and carved a little stick figure in his chest very slowly. The person woke up with a shrieking scream of torture.
"AGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...NOOOOOOOooooo!!!!!"
" Oh how beautiful it is to feel the knowledge that you are about to die, isn't it wonderful?!" asked the customer to the cashier. Blood was oozing over the floor like a rotting dirt pond.
"No it hurts!!!!" screamed the cashier.
"Well I should advice you not to take that pain over granted lets just say that's a sign that you're still alive!" ..
"wh-wha-what??" Asked the cashier confused and dazed at was happening to him..
"If you wish for your little insignificant pain to stop I will gladly end it"
The cashier's eyes glazed murkily with fear and numbing pain, paralyzed with the knowledge of being mere seconds from a gruesome death.
"Your life ends know!!!!" the customer grinned as if taking pleasure. He swung for his chest cavity. Blood splashed over his face.
* Great he thought, I ruined his good Happy Noodle Boy drawing I did on his chest * "FUCK IT"
He left the body of the deceased cashier for someone else to find, what a great feeling. He didn't feel too lonely now for he had sent another person to HELL, the place where he had already being. He walked casually out the Café o Crap and headed to a busy Music store. called DESTROY ALL MUSIC.