Disclaimer: I do not own Jhonen Vasquez. Therefore, I do not own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Squee!, I Feel Sick, or any other thing he wrote ( or drew as the case may be). That would be nifty though… But I do own this story and its plot. And your souls, I own those too.
This may be OOC but it's my creative right. Don't bitch at me.
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Squee was glad when the scary neighbour-man left around then years ago when Squee was only seven years old. The man with the skinny body and the long fingers and the spiky black hair, otherwise known as Johnny or Nny, always scared Squee. Poor Squee still had nightmares about Nny cutting off the hand of a man and showing the man's brain to Squee. Squee… that was the name Nny gave to Todd Casil all those years ago. Squee was going back to his room after his unloving mother and father sent him away when he heard noizes coming from the bathroom. Squee's now long gone teddy bear, Shmee, warned Squee of what might happen, Nny chopping Squee up and putting him in the garbage. Still Squee went to investigate the noize, seeing Nny for the first time. Squee, who was now seventeen, was horrified when he heard noizes start to come from Nny's house again, number 777.
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Sorry this is a little short. Hopefully the chapters will get longer…
I want criticism. But flamers turn back now or I'll beat you with a bag of rabid monkeys! You do not like it, then do not read it. But do review. Maybe you'll even get chapters faster. I do want at least two reviews before I write the next chapter. (Even though I'll probably write more sooner anyway.)