Disclaimer: Johnny and Squee both belong to the gorgeous and tallented writer/artist Jhonen Vasquez.

Author's note: I hope no one flames me for this, cause if they do they will just be laughed at. If you dont want to read about Johnny and Squee as a COUPLE then please see yourself out. If you do think they are future time couple material, please join in the party! The orderves are free!!

This is a FUTURE fic


It's been seven years since I was locked away in this living Hell hole. I was always treated badly when I was free, but now things are far worse than ever before. I get fed once a day, and my room is nothing but an old jail cell with padded walls.

I miss the kids at school picking on me and pushing me down into the dirt.... I miss the strange looking lamb-dogs that seem to like me so much... I miss the scary aliens that haunted me at night... I even miss my parents, as cruel and cold as they were to me. Even though it was there fault that I am in here now... they probably forgot about me anyway.

I wonder what everyone's up to now. How is Pepito doing without me around? I bet he's been killing even more students, though he probably forgot about me as well. And what about Nny... that strange guy that used to live next-door? Is he still on his killing rampages? Has he forgotten me too?

I leans back against the cold wall of my cell and pull my legs closer to me. I shiver, and I wince a bit as I push down wrong on a broken rib of mine. That rib's been broken for about a year now, but no one ever did anything about it before, and they aren't about to do anything now. I look up at the ceiling of my padded room, and glance over at the window with steel bars. This room is very poorly insolated, and the heating is bad... so is the cooling... int he summer I am far too hot.. but in the winter time it can get extremely cold in here... I almost died last year from it, I kindof wish I had.

I hold Shmee between my chest and my knees as I sit in my cell. There's never anything to do around here except stare off and daydream about being free again.... what I'd give to just be free and be able to go around and see flowers in a park... and talk to people.

The only people I ever see now are the type of people who only work in these institutions because they can't get a job anywhere else. They seem to send the reject workers down to work with me. In fact the guy they have right now...

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I look over at the tall man wearing white, he's needed a good shave for about a month it looks like. He is always so mean to me though..... But at least he brings me my food.

He throws a tray of "food" infront of me where I sit. If I weren't so hungry, I would have vomitted on the sight of it, but my stomach was begging me to fill it instead. And I listen, like I always do. I wait for the man to leave me alone as I eat, but he just stands there. I can tell he's angry about something... and I can smell the liquor from five feet away.

He picks me up by my shirt color, and I just look at him, holding Shmee as close as I can. This always happens... they send someone to work with me for a few months, and they are always kicked out a while later because of this. I feel his knuckles colide with my jaw and I can taste the blood as it secretes through my inner cheek. I've been beaten so many times here, its just part of my monthly routine.

After about three blows to my head, I feel myself lose consciousness. I dont know what's happening to my body, but my mind is dark and blank.

The next thing I know, I wake up in a bed. That's strange, there was never a bed in my cell before. I look around the room... it's cool in here, but its not as cold as the cell was. I take a deep breath of air and I am overwhelmed by the fragrence of ... food. It smells like pork chops... and mashed potatoes... and maybe something else, but it's being covered by the other aromas.

I close my eyes... and I hug Shmee again. Whoever brought me here.. I'm glad they at least let me keep Shmee with me.

I hear a cluttering near the door. I open my eyes to see the cause of this clangor, and I stare. It's that strange neighbor I was telling you about earlier. And he's standing there with a tray of food. He looks just the same as the last day I saw him too, he hasn't aged a single bit. I catch myself mezmorised by his almost fluid movements as he walks towards my bed. He does seem to look younger, if anything, than when I saw him before. Like he dropped many heavy loads of emotional baggage... either that or he can hide it better now.

He sets the tray down infront of me... and I try to sit up to be polite, but the pain in my rib seems to have folded over by ten.

"Don't strain yourself, Squee," he helps me to sit up, and he takes it kindof slowly, so I'm glad for that, and he leans me against the bed railing.

I look up again at Johnny, last time I saw him I was scared of him.... but now I don't know. I just don't feel as scared as I did before. Maybe I did grow up some in that prison cell of a mental institution... because now, he seems almost attractive.

"Nny...?" It's all I can muster up to say. I know I've changed a bit since he's last seen me though, for one I'm five feet and 5 inches tall now. I am still as thin as I ever was though. My voice is slightly deeper, but I never really became anything lower than a high-tenor. My hair is about the same length as before, I try to keep it short, but usually I have to cut it myself during recreation time... the only time I am around scissors, so it's not even at all.

"Yes, Squee?" He looks over at me again.... with those dark, deep brown eyes that seem to hollow into his deepest thoughts... if only I could read what he was thinking, I'm not very good at reading people's eyes yet... I'm better at reading their minds anyhow... well except for Johnny, I can't really seem to see what he's thinking of.

"Uhm... what happened...? Where are we?" I figure that we are at Johnny's house, but I want to make sure.

He just grinned at me, in that demented sort of way he does, "Well I heard that you were in that mental institution for so long, so I decided to check on you. And I came in to see this guard beating on you.. but I put a stop to that. He won't be beating anyone up any time soon..... and I decided to bust you out," he shrugged his shoulders, "Thought you could use some fresh air... and as for where we are, don't you reconize it? It's my house."

"I've never been inside your house before...."

"Oh, right... hey aren't you going to eat? I made it myself... and I didn't even poison it!"

I just look at him for a second an I laugh a little. I haven't laughed for such a long time, it's really a feeling that I missed, and it seems to cheer him up a little bit too. I take a bite of the food he prepared.. I was right, there was something else that I just didn't smell. It's steamed carrots. I offer him a piece of my porkchop.

"No thank you... I already ate. Besides, I'm a vegetarian."

I have to laugh again at that... the thought of Johnny being a vegetarian and having blood-thirsty tendancies seemed to create a little dilemma in my mind. He laughs too, but I still don't know if he was telling me the truth or just joking around. I continue eating, and the conversation ceases until I am finished with the meal... the best meal I've had in such a long time.

"So, now that you're free.. is there anything you'd like to do?"

I look over at him as I whipe my face off with the back of my hand... I think for a few seconds, "I don't know. I just want to see the flowers in the park."

"Really?" He puts his hand under his chin and seems to go into some deep thought... that I still can't pick up. Being able to read minds has been a skill that I have had for a while now... I guess that's why the ghosts like to bother me so much, because they know I can see them. I guess Johnny never killed anyone in his room, cause there aren't any ghosts in here. "I can take you to the park tomorrow if you'd like, but I don't think there will be any flowers..."

"That'll be fine. I just need to see some new scenery..." I sigh to myself, and I guess Johnny hears me because he raises an eyebrow.

"The park it is then."

"But what if someone from the institute sees me..."

"They should know better than to try and get you back by now...." His grin became darker and more sinister... and it still didn't bother me. It kinda made me feel a little better about having him on my side.

I nod to him and smile a little bit in thanks for everything, and he just smiles back at me, in a less demented way though... I yawn too.. I am a little tired from everything that's been happening.

"Are you tired...?" I nod again, "Eh.. do you want to sleep?" and I nod once more, "You can use my bed if you want."

"Where are you going to sleep...?"

"I don't."

"Why do you have a bed then?"

"It's just decoration."

"Oh..okay" I lay down on the bed again and watch Johnny pick up the tray that my food was once on. He just smiles again.

"Okay, you have a nice sleep. I'll be in here to check on you, if you need anything just ask." He gives me one last grin before he wanders out the door, leaving it opened a crack.

I look down at Shmee and sigh, "No Shmee... I don't think he wants the chop me up and serve me as fajitas.... why would he have gone through so much to save me if that's what he wanted to do?"


Authors note2: Hey there again, hope you liked it, I know it wasnt the longest chapter in the world and there wasnt much slashiness, bit I havent gotten to that yet. Those that are familiar with me should know by now that I dont add slash in on a first chapter xD!