Sup! As it states in the description, this is indeed a collaboration with turtlex (no capital included). Most of it, in fact, was from her amazing brain meats; I just wrote it on to paper. ^^ Also as it says in the 'scription, there is indeed a OC. Two of them, actually. I know, I know, but don't worry (that much)! There is no romace what so ever. They are merely side characters whom help move the plot along. Their names are Danni and Sammy, and you would probably understand better if you read my other fic, "Ping Pong" first. It's a one shot, so it won't take that long. :)
Now, the chapters aren't going to be excessively long, and we're also uncertain as to how long this story is going to be. So, I hope you've strapped yourself in for an unpredictable ride!
Let the story COMMENCE!
Johnny sat on the bathroom bench with one booted foot rested on top of the toilet, and the other in the sink. A dirty rag was clutched tightly in his gloved hands as he scrubbed at his twin blades, working to extinguish the blood stains from the steel. This was something he always found tiring; cleaning the miscellaneous weapons after a decent torturing session. But, someone had to do it.
When he was finally satisfied, he dropped the rag onto the disgusting house floor and hopped down, the clacking sound of his metallic boots hitting tiled floor quickly following. He scooped up the rag from the floor, and then left the kitchen to swiftly make his way over to the worn out couch in the other room, and plonk onto the torn fabric, where he then started scrubbing said boots. He flicked on the tiny TV, where the blurred noise of useless commercials played loudly throughout the top floor of the house. He needed background noise.
After several minutes of scrubbing away, Johnny carelessly chucked the rag in the general direction of the kitchen and sat back in his couch, where he got comfortable. Now was the time to relax. Or, at least, get as close to relaxing as his mind would allow him to. He sat there for several more minutes, not really comprehending most of the images showing up on the glassy screen (But, there was that occasional hilarious one where the whole family got diarrhoea... Hee). Now he was getting bored. Really bored. Nothing was happening. That Reverend Meat statue hadn't spoken since their first meeting, so, for once, his head was completely silent. It was a strange sensation. He needed entertainment. He could go to a dance club and find some simple victims... but, he really didn't feel like going out tonight. Not far, anyway.
"Hmph," he grumbled, "I never had long moments of silence like this before..."
A few more moments passed of mindlessly staring at the television, when a sudden jolt of excitement perked up the insane man.
"I know!" he announced to no one in particular, "I'll go visit Squee! He'll need someone to keep him company, anyway."
He leaped up from the couch, hitting the power button on the remote as he left, switching off the TV. He marched over to the other side of the tiny first floor of the house, where a window was perched almost directly next to Squee's bedroom window. He sincerely hoped that Squee had remembered to keep the window open; that would mean a quick jump into the boy's room, and avoiding crashing through glass, shattering it into a million pieces and possibly hurting him. Yep.
Johnny climbed up onto his window sill, positioned himself to leap, squeezed his eyes shut and jumped. For a brief moment, he was flying through the air. He enjoyed this feeling, however brief it was. He felt himself hit something solid as he came into contact with the wall of the other house. He snapped open is eyes, and clung on to the window sill of Squee's bedroom before gravity could fully affect him. He pulled himself up and pushed himself through the opening with the force of the pull. He expected to hit solid floor, however he just barely missed a great big pile of clothes and varied toys sitting right in front of the window as he landed.
That was strange... Squee's room was never a mess.
"Squee?" he called.
The small boy was on the other side of the room, and had a large pile of toys in his arms. At the mention of his name, said boy dropped all of belongings from his grip in surprise.
"Squee!" he yelped.
Ignoring the boy's sudden burst of fear (which was none the less normal), Johnny plastered a confused look on his face.
"Squee," he said, "what's going on? Why is your room so messy?"
On closer examination of the boy's face, Johnny noticed that Squee was on the brink of tears. This worried the crazy man. Fear was a completely casual emotion of Squee's demeanour, but tears? Johnny didn't remember any time he had seen Squee cry...
Squee remained silent after Johnny's question, which only made the man more uncomfortable. What, exactly, was he supposed to be inclined to do? The most 'touchy-feely' experience he had ever gone through was with the one that got away... and we all know how that turned out.
Still. Squee was Squee. And he had never run away from Johnny (he was still confused as to who this 'Scary Neighbour Man' was, though). He felt like he had to do... something to help Squee... somehow.
Then, a little idea popped in the back on his mind. It was a strange idea, and the presence of such a thought was foreign in the crazy man's mind. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that his voices were back. Except, there was no voice in particular. It was just an idea. A very strange idea, if any.
Slowly, and tentatively, Johnny reached forward with his hand. He had no idea what he was doing. None at all. But that idea in his head just wouldn't go away. He continued to reach forward, and eventually, made contact with Squee's shoulder. Squee seemed to freeze up, more than he already was. Johnny remained still as well, continuing to have absolutely no clue as to what to do next.
Then, without warning, Squee burst into a downright fit.
Not too shabby? Tell us what you think! I take all criticism, even flames (though I don't really read 'em)!