Disclaimer: I do not own JTHM! I'm just a mere slave to the almighty J.V.!

Warning: Rated T (Maybe M due to future content and language.)

Note: I'm doing just what the creator didn't want us to do, explore Johnny's possible origins. Please note this is my idea of where Nny came from and why what he is today so please don't flame without reason.

Free to Keys Intro

Johnny C. looked through a pair of binoculars into the night sky atop his flat house. Today was Tuesday so the aliens would be out and about and this time Nny would be ready for them. He had seen Squee be dragged off by the aliens a few times and though normally he would find enjoyment in watching others being abducted he grounded his teeth in rage at the thought that they would take Squee, his Squeegee! After a few good minutes of scanning the starry sky and finding nothing he set the binoculars down and sighed. He took out his diary and began to write.

Dear Die-ary,

I am yet to find any signs of alien life even though tonight is a Tuesday. It infuriates me to think that they taunt me by being late and that they would dare abduct Squeegee. I know in the pass I may have said a few times that I enjoy watching people being abducted. To hear their surprised, fearful squeaks as they are ripped from the comfort of their homes and shot into the stars. I frown at the thought of Squee going through that however, as the kid already has it rough. All he needs is a bunch of stupid aliens to ruin his day or I suppose night in this case…I still continue my search for the squeegee-nappers and I will not rest until I find them.

Nny reread over what he wrote then closed it were a puff of dust sprang from the pages. He grabbed for the binoculars to resume his search but wasdistracted by the sound of panicked footsteps and heavy breathing. Nny turned to the sound to see Todd Casil or aka Squee scrambling up to the roof of his house with a crow bar in one hand and Shmee in the other. Once at the top the little boy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his grip on the objects in his hands.

"Hey Squeegee! What are yah doing all the way up there?

Squee almost slipped off the roof as he turned to see Johnny on the roof of the neighboring house waving like the madman he was.

"Oh, uh muh…hi Mr. Scary Neighbor Man…"

"You still haven't answered my question Squee…and Squee remember I told you could call me "Nny" from now on as "Mr. Scary Neighbor Man" is becoming quite a mouthful. What are you doing all the way up there? It's just not safe as you could perhaps fall and break your neck. We don't want that to happen now do we?" said Johnny with a warm smile.

"Uh...because…because the monster in my room was more scary then normal…"

"Hmm…I see…why don't you come over here Squee? Monsters don't scare me and besides, the monster I bet could easily climb through your window and get you that way.

Squee's eyes widened in horror at this sudden realization. Within a few moments Squee was at Johnny's side shivering like he swallowed a whole bag of ice. He was not sure who was scarier. The madman he was sitting next to or the monster in his room. Squee watched as Johnny picked up his diary and begin to write in it. The silence of the night was becoming unbearable for Squee. He couldn't start a conversation with Shmee like usual because he left Shmee back on his roof so he would keep the monster from coming out. The boy bit his lips and tapped his fingers together until he finally sucked up the nerve to talk to Nny.

"So what are you doing Scary Neighbor-I mean Nny?"

"Huh what? Oh, I'm just writing in my diary or what I like to call it a die-ary. Ha, get it! Its funny because of the die…"

"Squeeee…oh uh that's cool. I thought those were only for girls." Squee then gasped at his huge mistake and slapped his tiny hands across his mouth. Johnny's expression was that of a pissed off bear and if it was anyone other than Squee who remarked that they would be in a pile of blood and bones.

"You gotta be careful of what you say Squee…you could get hurt that way. No, diaries are for both genders but it's just that most males who posse a diary call it…a journal."

"Eep I'm sorry!..a journal! I have one of those for school that I like to write in."

"See Squeegee, their not just for females." Said Nny as he closed his book in a triumphant manner.

"What did you write about then?"

Johnny turned to Squee and gave him the "Are you fucken kidding me" face.

"Oh, no Squee I can't tell you that because you're not supposed to tell anyone whats in your diary."

"Really? Because my teacher always read it."

"What? How dare they? Why I will rip their guts out-"

"Johnny ple-please. My teacher only reads it because she needs to make sure I did write the right thing or whatever,"

"Bah, then that journal is not a diary. A diary is a book only you are allowed to open, a story of your life, a way to restless all your hatred for the world before it blows up on yah!"

"Oh I see now. I always thought it was not right…maybe I can start a new one.", Said Squee with a smile.

"Yeah, that will be good for you Squee."Said Johnny as his attention turned to the night sky.

"Aww but wait…I can't because I don't have a blank notebook to write in."

Johnny raised a brow at this, "Hmm…really? What about your parents? You could always ask them."

"Erm not that's not a good idea…"

"Why not? They are your parents after all. They should take responsibility for the spawn they have created!"

"Please Johnny just stop-"

"No Squee I won't stop! I can't rest knowing that an innocent child's parents don't even bother to supply the cheapest basics! Why I will skin those bloody bastards with a potato peeler and oh yes! Shove lemon into their eye sockets!"Nny threw his hands in the air and was ready to go on a full blown rant well Squee however, just sighed and stayed silent. Johnny noticed this and his fury filled eyes softened into an apologetic gaze.

"Oh sorry about that Squee…it is just that it pisses me off to know end…knowing that you don't have the life you deserve…come Squee! I'm sure I have a spare notebook for yah!",Said Nny in a cheerful manner to change the mood.

He snatched up Squee giving him no time to protest as he brought him inside his house were they then went down some stairs, went up some stairs, turned several corners, and passed countless doors. This made Squee wonder how Johnny ever knew were anything was. Squee's thoughts were soon interrupted as Johnny set him down. They were in a dusty room with scattered art supplies and long forgotten notes that littered the floor. Johnny ignored the mess and made his way over to a small but sturdy looking bookcase. He began to pull books from the self, opening and closing each one to look for a blank one Squee could use. The books that contained writing were quickly tossed aside which Squee had to dodge . Squee missed in dodging a book but luckily caught it before it hit him in the face. The little boy carefully wiped the book's pale grey surface and was surprised by what he saw.

My Diary

~Johnny C.

The book seemed ages old, the pages seemed thin and delicate which were literally held together by a tread.

"Hey Johnny, I didn't know you had more than one Diary. Johnny immediately froze at Squee's words. Impossible! He couldn't have more than one diary or he would have known. Nny slowly turned around to face Squee with a disbelieving look.

"Here, hand it to me.", Said Johnny in a calm tone and an outstretched hand

Johnny reread the cover of the book over and over. His facial expressions became more alarmed and he finally opened it. He was met with a face full of dusty but he quickly wiped it off. After a few moments of silence Nny shut the book.

"Well…I must say this was unexpected. This book is very old…in fact I believe my first diary…yes! I remember now! If this is a first and I wrote this when I think about your age Squeegee then…there must be others! Come on Squee, helped me look."

The two began to franticly search the pile of books for the missing diaries, Squee's need for a journal long forgotten. Johnny in the end found a thin blue diary:

My Die-ary

-Johnny C.

(Do not open ever!)

Johnny smiled slightly as he remembered this was the diary he had as a teenager. He held both his diaries unsure of what to do and afraid of their contents.

"What you going to do with them?"

Johnny turned to Squee in a thoughtful manner.

"Possibly burn them…"

"What? Why would you do that?"

"Because…I don't want to remember."

"But Scary Neigh-I mean Johnny, you told me plenty of times that you always wished you could know your past and why you do the um stuff you do today-"

"*sigh* Squee…I…I'm afraid to find out. What if it is not what I imagined? What if I'm just this twisted purely by heart."

"But you're not bad Johnny!...well yah you do things that…scare me but uh how will you know…ever find out if your right or wrong if you never read it?"

"That's enough Squee…"

"Okay…"

Johnny looked at the books again and closed his eyes.

"I think you better go now Squee…"

"Okay Nny…uh but how do I get out?", Said Squee as he shuffled his feet.

Johnny opened his eyes in realization and smiled at Squee.

"Oh, of course! Besides, I wouldn't want you to wander my maze of a house as you never know what you're going to find in it." The little boy couldn't help but gulp as Johnny picked him up and brought him out of the maze that still confused Squee by no bounds. Oh his way out Johnny grabbed Squee by the shoulders and handed him a blank journal. Squee smiled with glee as he had forgotten all about it and started to make his way back home.

"Thank you Squee for all the help!", Shouted Johnny with a wave which made Squee spook a bit.

"No problem Mister Nny!" Squee ran up to his home feeling rather good about himself but then his happiness turned to terror as he remembered the monster was still in his room.

Johnny C. closed his door then went down to his diaries. He rubbed the cover of the first diary and wondered if he should go to discover his past. The maniac bit his lip and he opened the book up to the first entry:

Dear Diary,

My name is Johnny C….

There is no going back now thought Johnny as began to read. This is what he read…

And the story begins…please review on what you think so far.