Title: "Perdu et Trouvé" (French for "Lost and Found")
Chapter: Intro chapter, "Perdu"
Author: Dai
Rating: PG so far
Pairing: None yet, but intending it to be Nny/Squee
Disclaimer: Johnny, Squee/Todd, and Shmee all belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this, just pure joy. Storyline thingy belongs to me, so no stealie.
Warnings: None, really. Bit of a cliff-hanger.
Archive: Just tell me where!
Author's notes: This has been in my head, like, FOREVER. More to come if people like it... and probably if no one likes it, as well. BWUAHAHAHA... yeah.
I'm not lonely, really. Atleast, not as much as people would think I would be. I don't really have any friends... I still have Shmee, my bear. Even though I'm fifteen now. I even take him to school. Which I guess may tribute to why I don't have any friends. Shmee keeps me company, though.
My parents ignore me. I'm starting to think they don't love me. Shmee says I should have figured that out a long time ago. But Shmee often thinks I'm incompetent.
Occasionally I still think of myself as Squee, even though nobody calls me that anymore. Not that anyone calls me by Todd, either.
I've begun to miss Johnny. He was, at least, one more person to talk to. Even if he was a homicidal maniac. I don't think he'd ever hurt me. Shmee says he'd hurt anybody. He thinks he's a bad person. I don't think so, though. I used to. But that was back when Shmee had more of an influence on me.
There's a loud honk and a car flies past the curb, its occupants laughing wickedly.
Todd stands up from the curb, clutching to his chest the notebook he had been writing in, his ragged teddy bear in his other hand.
"No, I don't think they were purposefully trying to kill me, Shmee. Perhaps they were just stoned or something." He turned around and looked back at his house. He really didn't want to go back inside, but it was getting dark and he didn't like to be outside after dark.
Todd glanced to the house next door. It was small and dark inside, the 'for sale' sign rickety from having stood there, untouched, for over eight years.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a moving figure and quickly clutched Shmee tighter.
The figure moved slowly up the lawn of the afore-mentioned house. It took away the 'for sale' sign out of the grass and threw it into the street.
Todd whimpered and the figure's head snapped over to look directly at him. Todd could see his eyes in the dark, practically glowing. The figure began walking towards him and Todd stepped back, frightened.
Then it spoke.
"...Squeegee?"