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"And that is the only theoretical way I'd go anywhere with you." Todd Casil said to Johnny C., who had just asked how he could make Todd go somewhere with him. "Anyway, the bus is here. I have to go." That afternoon, at three thirty, Johnny C. walked up to the school, and scanned the schoolyard for one boy in particular. Squee. His adoptive son, Squee. He closed his eyes momentarily, and flashed back to this morning.
Johnny noticed some strange happenings over at the house next door since Squee left for school. He decided to investigate. "hello." He greeted to Mrs. Casil. "Oh, hello!" she greeted cheerily "what do you want?" "If I may ask, what is it you're doing?" "Oh, we're moving." "I see. And Squee knows about this?" "Who?" "Oh, sorry. I meant Todd." "Who?" "Your son?" Johnny replied, getting angrier by the minute. "Wh- oh, yes, him. No. why do you think we're moving?" Johnny bit down on his lower-lip. It was all he could do to keep from killing this woman. For Squee, for Squee, for Squee! He reminded himself "well, if you don't want him, may I have him?" Mrs. Casil looked shocked that ANYONE would want that boy. "Okay, I guess." "Great! Wait right here!" Johnny rushed off, and came back with a pen and some adoption forms. Mrs. Casil recognized the items, signed them quickly, and called Mr. Casil out to sign them. Once they were signed, Nny stuffed the papers into his pocket. He needed the pen momentarily. "Now, A LITTLE REVENGE ON SQUEE'S BEHALF!" he screeched, lunching on the pair and slitting their throats with a pen. He reduced the two to a pile of blood and organs. He then rushed over to a pair of movers, reducing them to the same state "How dare you help these two douches abandon their only son? Just die! The lot of you! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! !!" he relaxed a bit, brought Squee's things over to a room in his house, and walked away for the police to see the gruesome display.
He opened his eyes. Johnny wouldn't have seen Squee if some green kid hadn't charged at Squee, causing him to jump out in the open. "There you are, Squee." Johnny said, with an insane grin. "W-w-w-w-what d-d-d-do y-y-y-you w-w-w-want w-w-w-with me?" "You, of course! Why else would I have come?" "Hey, look at that weird guy over there!" some kid said, making Nny's eye twitch "he's not weird. More like wacky." That did it. "!" Nny screamed, going after the two kids who had called him 'the w-word." He pulled out a knife, and started killing everyone but Squee a big headed kid, the green kid, and a purple haired girl. "Uh, I think we can go now, guys." The big headed kid said "yes, Dib-Germ-Friend-Beast. Come, Gaz child." The green kid replied. "fft." The girl scoffed "whatever." The three scurried away and Nny walked back up to Squee. "I'm sorry about that." "Please don't kill me!" Squee said, sure he was next. "Why would I kill my own son?" "S-son? B-but my parents-" "signed this." Johnny said, showing Squee the adoption papers "so, legally you are mine. If you even thought abut running away," Nny leaned in close to him "not that you'd ever try such a thing, but, if you did, the police would bring you back, and I would be very disappointed in you." "Where are my old parents?" Squee asked, dreading the answer "they were moving, but, it is safe to say, those plans were ended abruptly. Come with me." Squee was terrified, but, had no choice but to follow. Johnny led him to a motorcycle parked outside the school. For a second, Johnny seemed cool. Johnny put Squee in the sidecar, mounted the bike, and they were off at 1,000 miles per hour. Squee wondered, why is he doing this? Then, their conversation from this morning flashed in his head. "YOU ACTUALLY DID IT, YOU PSYCOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Squee screamed in terror. While it is obvious that Nny drove like a maniac, that's not to say he wasn't good at it. They were at his house in what seemed like seconds. The police didn't even notice them as they walked inside. "Excuse me, sir!" an officer called to Johnny. Spoke too soon. "Yes?" he responded "have you or your son noticed anything from this house?" "No, and Todd's been at school all day." "Did they have any children?" "No." "Thank you for your time." Johnny brought Squee inside, where Squee curled up in a corner, cowering in fear of Johnny. Seeing Nny on the street was something he feared above all else. Now, he was not only in the man's house, but, legally his son as well! He grabbed Schmee out of his backpack and clung to the bear. It was all he could do to cling to sanity. "I'll show you to your room." Johnny said, extending a hand to the trembling boy. Horrified, Squee took it. Johnny led Squee upstairs "nail bunny thought you might like it if I brought you up here." "Nail bunny?" Squee asked "he's downstairs. Best you don't go down there, son." Squee didn't want to ask why. He really, really, really, really, REALLY didn't want to know. They got do a wooden door. Johnny opened it, and Squee braced himself for a horrific torture chamber- and was shocked to see his bedroom the way it was at his old house. "As far as the police know, yours is just another room in that house." Squee slipped from Nny's hand "I'd like to asses my situation with Schmee." "I understand." Johnny said. He left Squee alone with Schmee. Squee held the bear and cried, mourning his biological parents. "Todd," the bear said "you know Johnny will probably be a better parent and love you more than those two ever could, right?" instead of arguing with the bear, Squee said "I know."
