A/N: My first story! YAY! Imma bite yous if you flame me! }:D 'Cuz I iz scary like dat! First chapters are always terrible, so just bare with me, and read the second chapter at least. That ones way BETTER!

Ch 1: Introduction

Yes, you know who I am, I will more than likely NOT know who you are so don't claim that you do. I am Johnny, but since you'll be preoccupied reading this for some time, you can call me 'Nny' for short. But on with the story and so on…

It was a cold night to be out, not to mention it was raining, making it far worse then it actually was. But I was on a journey, I desperately needed to know the answers to my questions that even the so called 'highest powers' of the universe couldn't give a straight answer to.

I noticed the little girl and boy sitting on the bench next to me, they looked like run-aways, and without even a second glance they began to speak as if we had known each other for years.

"Oh, poor Johnny, the answers to your questions allude you still?" the girl spoke confidently, "Don't you see their just above your head? I suppose not, you are ONLY a waste-lock, an immortal with a cut-back of the most precious powers…but I suppose it is the best, I heard what happened in Heaven. They're still cleaning up brain-matter," She made a face.

"You KNOW?" I screamed "How could you possibly know? It was a dream-wasn't it?"

"Of course not, Nny," the boy smiled at my disbelief "You are FAR too important to get a dream that real, and have it all be a terrible lie! You see emotionlessness is entirely impossible for any waste-lock, they are all equipped with a severe case of Bi-Polar, the only way to fix it would be a lobotomy, but to get one of those you'll have to get captured…which we all know is impossible."

"Hmm, so you want to stop killing people, I see." The girl said re-entering the conversation "So, you want to be emotionless so that a girl you love will see that you've stopped killing people and take you back, so you can feel more happiness, and love? It's a bit contradictory don't you think? Love and war have a balance, not in people, but overall in society? Yes, or would have all been annihilated quite some time ago."

"Um, well…I, I mean…" this little seven-year-old girl was beating me in a battle of wits! I was entirely insulted, to say the least. My last chance at gaining control, had an alterior motive that not even I knew about, and it involved compromising the entire plan! What was even the point?

"Ah, so you see then?" the girl said.

"See what?" I retorted.

"How deeply flawed your plan is," the boy said, growing disinterested, pulled out a 'Kill dem Stik Ppl 5.97232 advance' and began to play.

"Yes, he knows," she answered for me "Johnny, you can't stop killing, if you do, it'll just bottle up, and when you least expect it, it shall be released on the most undeserving of people. So, if you REALLY want this Devi girl's affection, instead of being like her, make her more like you-"

"Are you saying that I should make her a waste-lock? I would never do that! She's a good person, an-"

"PRECISELY!" She was getting mad now, her eyes were starting to smoke! "I am the next regulator of mortality! This is my first errand! You're just making this difficult! I am sorry to tell you that every failed attempt at making her a waste-lock, not made by you will make her even more deranged then even YOU! That's why you're so messed up! You tried to resist! The more you resist, the worse you'll be in the end! Once you're chosen to be a waste-lock there is no escape!"

She stopped to breathe, and calm herself down. What did she mean 'the next regulator of mortality'? Could it be…?

"Are YOU the next GRIM REAPER?" I jumped from my spot on the bench, far away from her.

"Why, yes! Give him a prize for being so intuitive!" she said sarcastically "You, see Johnny, Devi is doomed-and she'd be less fucked up in the end result if you force her over the edge. Insanity is like a pool of water, all the waste-locks on the high dive, if there is some one to catch them when they fall into it, then the splash won't be as big. But no new waste-locks can become if the one in the front of the line doesn't jump, eventually they get pushed, and they ALWAYS land face-first. Do you understand her predicament?"

"Help her become a psychopathic mass-murderer, that won't be terribly bad, or leave her alone and have her become worse then me?"

"Exactly! Now what you have to do, is to get that Sickness-doll from her house-before it blows up-and give it blood, LOTS of blood. Soon it will get better-stronger even-then you have to hand deliver it to Devi. She'll probably pass-out from the shock, and when she is passed out, get her purple back-pack. When you look inside you will find two screws, those are it's eyes, and what they need to help create the waste-lock. Give them back to Sickness, and she'll take care of it from there. Got it?"

"Creepy dolls, explody houses, blood, shock, screws, and Sickness." I said in way that made it sound like my brain broke in two while listening to her blathering.

"GOOD!" she snapped her fingers and they disappeared in a flash of smoke, and where they were was a crudely made business card written in purple crayon. It read:

"Iggie and Sam Reaper: Spook Extraordinaires"

I snatched the paper, and stuffed it in my pocket. The second I sat back down, an orange smoke completely surrounded me.

End of Chappi UNO!