"Skip or Trip" by Soul Pariah (yeah, this bitch.)
Part 1-"Skip or Trip"
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Nny lay on his bedroom floor, arms outstretched, a bloodstained anorexic Christ.
Back again so soon, Nny? He heard MEAT's voice in his head, as loud as it had been when Johnny walked in the door.
Of course it would be as loud and as clear, since MEAT didn't really talk. He was a stupid fucking statue, just a material medium for Johnny to hear his own sick, psychotic voices. He was completely different from the Doughboys. He would never become-
"Self aware, Johnny?" The voice, both friendly and completely terrifying, came from the other room. "Oh, of course not, I couldn't become self aware any more than I could read your thoughts, Nny."
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking deranged hamburger monger." Nny growled through his grinding teeth.
"As you wish." The meat boy went silent, but Nny could still picture his sick, ginning, drooling face. How the fuck does ceramic gain the capability of drooling, for fuck's sake?!
He actually was back a lot sooner than he'd expected to be. Three weeks, driving, winding up in Mexico, drinking the water, spending 2 weeks in a hospital in Arizona, only to return back, no more enlightened than when he left.
Samsa was a fucking dream. He couldn't lose the emotions, especially not when so much was unresolved in his life. But there was no way to fix it. No way at all. He would never know his past, why he was so fucked up; so completely psychotic. He would never be able to slit Mmy's throat again, although he would've loved to with all his soul, that had been a high point of his recent life. He would've given anything have been able to beat in Krik's face until the fucker's nose came out the back of his fractured skull, but no. Krik was gone, off falling in the void with that same look on his face for all eternity.
And Devi.
He cursed himself for the 900th time, because there really was no fucking way to make that one better. He could take her, tie her up, take her here, make her understand, explain to her why he'd done it, she just didn't get it, it wasn't because he'd hated her, it was the opposite it was because-
Because he loved her. Because for the first time in his life, she made him feel like his purpose in life could be something better than just finding creative ways to kill people using Post-It notes and Nilla Wafers. Something simple, maybe, like just making her happy, but something positive at least. And it was ruined.
But it was Psycho Doughboy's fucking fault! What the hell could he have done while under the control of poster-boys for fattening pastries?? Nothing. But, he couldn't explain that to her. She would think he was even more crazy than she already did. She had no idea what it was like to hear voices in her head, voices that were manifested into inanimate objects. No, Devi was SANE.
But if he could just talk to her, really talk to her, at least to make her ok again, not afraid anymore.just make her understand that he wouldn't hurt her, and that he would kill anyone who ever tried to hurt her.maybe she would forgive his trespasses.
Nny, my boy, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you on that one. The good Reverend MEAT threw in his opinion. Why is this girl so scared? Because you tried to filet her. I don't think kidnapping her is the best way to resolve this.
"MEAT, you're so short-sighted." Nny said aloud, getting up off the floor and going into the adjacent room where the Reverend was. "Of course, she'll hate me for this. But only at first. You don't understand. I'll make her understand. Somehow, I will make her understand why this began, and I will make her understand why I had to go to such.extreme.measures to fix it. But I will fucking fix it." Nny paused, feeling better than he had in a long time. "But first, I need to go get a brain-freezy. The ones in Mexico sucked."
Nny grabbed his long black trenchcoat, ran a hand over his lack of hair, and left, not listening to MEAT's continuing protests.
Okk.ok! So this is the first chapter, just something that had been taking over my brain for a while, if you don't like it, tell me and I won't post anymore, but if you like it, good for you because I'm already up to chapter 7 baby!! And the rest of the chapters are way longer than this. I personally really like the way the story's going, so I hope this is enticing enough for you to want to read more.so review plese so I can know what to do. Thanks, all.
Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be funny if someone named Disclaimer sued you for writing disclaimer without first posting a disclaimer for using it? Oh sweet irony! Rating: Do you really care? Onward, oh brainwashed lackey of retarded fan fiction for lack of an issue #8!
Nny lay on his bedroom floor, arms outstretched, a bloodstained anorexic Christ.
Back again so soon, Nny? He heard MEAT's voice in his head, as loud as it had been when Johnny walked in the door.
Of course it would be as loud and as clear, since MEAT didn't really talk. He was a stupid fucking statue, just a material medium for Johnny to hear his own sick, psychotic voices. He was completely different from the Doughboys. He would never become-
"Self aware, Johnny?" The voice, both friendly and completely terrifying, came from the other room. "Oh, of course not, I couldn't become self aware any more than I could read your thoughts, Nny."
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking deranged hamburger monger." Nny growled through his grinding teeth.
"As you wish." The meat boy went silent, but Nny could still picture his sick, ginning, drooling face. How the fuck does ceramic gain the capability of drooling, for fuck's sake?!
He actually was back a lot sooner than he'd expected to be. Three weeks, driving, winding up in Mexico, drinking the water, spending 2 weeks in a hospital in Arizona, only to return back, no more enlightened than when he left.
Samsa was a fucking dream. He couldn't lose the emotions, especially not when so much was unresolved in his life. But there was no way to fix it. No way at all. He would never know his past, why he was so fucked up; so completely psychotic. He would never be able to slit Mmy's throat again, although he would've loved to with all his soul, that had been a high point of his recent life. He would've given anything have been able to beat in Krik's face until the fucker's nose came out the back of his fractured skull, but no. Krik was gone, off falling in the void with that same look on his face for all eternity.
And Devi.
He cursed himself for the 900th time, because there really was no fucking way to make that one better. He could take her, tie her up, take her here, make her understand, explain to her why he'd done it, she just didn't get it, it wasn't because he'd hated her, it was the opposite it was because-
Because he loved her. Because for the first time in his life, she made him feel like his purpose in life could be something better than just finding creative ways to kill people using Post-It notes and Nilla Wafers. Something simple, maybe, like just making her happy, but something positive at least. And it was ruined.
But it was Psycho Doughboy's fucking fault! What the hell could he have done while under the control of poster-boys for fattening pastries?? Nothing. But, he couldn't explain that to her. She would think he was even more crazy than she already did. She had no idea what it was like to hear voices in her head, voices that were manifested into inanimate objects. No, Devi was SANE.
But if he could just talk to her, really talk to her, at least to make her ok again, not afraid anymore.just make her understand that he wouldn't hurt her, and that he would kill anyone who ever tried to hurt her.maybe she would forgive his trespasses.
Nny, my boy, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disagree with you on that one. The good Reverend MEAT threw in his opinion. Why is this girl so scared? Because you tried to filet her. I don't think kidnapping her is the best way to resolve this.
"MEAT, you're so short-sighted." Nny said aloud, getting up off the floor and going into the adjacent room where the Reverend was. "Of course, she'll hate me for this. But only at first. You don't understand. I'll make her understand. Somehow, I will make her understand why this began, and I will make her understand why I had to go to such.extreme.measures to fix it. But I will fucking fix it." Nny paused, feeling better than he had in a long time. "But first, I need to go get a brain-freezy. The ones in Mexico sucked."
Nny grabbed his long black trenchcoat, ran a hand over his lack of hair, and left, not listening to MEAT's continuing protests.
Okk.ok! So this is the first chapter, just something that had been taking over my brain for a while, if you don't like it, tell me and I won't post anymore, but if you like it, good for you because I'm already up to chapter 7 baby!! And the rest of the chapters are way longer than this. I personally really like the way the story's going, so I hope this is enticing enough for you to want to read more.so review plese so I can know what to do. Thanks, all.