Technically this is not my first fanfiction, I have attempted several others.But they all fizzled out so this will be the first one that will be seen by people other than myself and my friends. So please be kind with your words. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclamer!: All characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez. All except for Emily. She belongs to me.

Thank you for reading thus far, and please enjoy.

Emily opened her eyes, glancing around the dingy room she was currently in. She briefly remembered someone saying something about it being just another room in the world. But it didn't seem like a thought to dwell on at the moment. Right now, she had to figure out a way to get out of this certain room in the world. It was not a very comforting place. Rusted sharp metal objects lay scattered around, some of the objects stuck on walls, neatly hung on a little hook, and just looking like they had been stabbed right into the wall.

A light in the corner of the room caught her attention. There was a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, over a stained wooded table. The only thing on this table was a little decomposed bunny head.

Emily found this very disturbing. She had no idea what had happened. Last thing she remembered before waking up here was walking happily down the street, minding her own business of course, and then, boom; she's in a nasty little room with weird stains covering every inch and half of a rabbit rotting on a table. This was lovely. A grand time was sure to be had for all.

Well, if she was going to get anywhere near the exit, she should probably get up. Oh, the floor probably wreaked havoc on her white shirt. Probably covered in millions of unidentifiable substances. Oh, wait, wait, wait, no. Not one stain. Emily stared in surprise at her shirt, inspecting her pants as well. Not one little mark. Nothing on her skin either. Perfectly clean.

Emily smiled to herself, this may be the first good sign of the day, if things kept going like this, she would probably be out of here in no time. The cup is always half full! Just keep believing and you will achieve!

With these positive thoughts, she marched out of the room, determined to find freedom.

Emily's positive-ness was quickly put out like a flame as she saw the hall way out side of the room.

A few skulls that managed to hold onto a few scarps of flesh had been duck tapped to the wall, yet more (if that's possible) sharp and deadly objects laying everywhere, more stains, and more body parts. Everywhere. Emily wouldn't be surprised to look up at the ceiling and see body parts there as well, but she didn't want to risk someone's toe falling into her face, so she merely ducked back into the previous room she had been in. She was hyperventilating, and curled into the fetal position in the corner of the room. And a few hours of quiet sobbing followed that.

In another room, a Mr. Johnny.C was laying on the floor, contemplating his life, when the quiet eerie sounds of crying reached his ears. Ah well, he heard that a lot, it was just another guest. Regretting their actions, asking why it was them. Why not someone else. People could be so self centered sometimes.

Nny snorted in disgust, stupid people. And their ways. They probably would never learn. No matter how many he got rid of, they would still stay the ignorant, annoying, wasteful, blobs of shit they always were. Nny wondered why he did this at all sometimes. What good could it possibly bring? Yes, he could get rid of a good majority of the ignorant blobs, but they would always just come back. But someone had to do it right? And if that wasn't the case, he at least had fun from time to time with his work. So everything was ok.

Nny smiled to himself and found shapes and pictures in the various stains and cracks on the ceiling as though they were clouds. Humming a little tune just for himself.

Back with Emily, she had scrounged up enough courage to run through the halls with her eyes on her feet. Therapy could fix this later. As she bolted madly from room to room, a pleasant tune reached her ears, someone was humming a song, maybe they could help her get out? She followed the noise, into a room that was just as horribly stained as the others, but empty of dead bodies and deadly weapons. She peeked around the corner, seeing a thin man in dark clothes, humming, and laying on his back.

"He looks vaguely familiar." Emily thought. "Wait…." A memory was coming back to her now.

FLASHBACK:

Emily strut down the street, sporting her new clothes, a white top and kaki Capri's. They were nice and comfortable, and had cost lots of money, so she knew they were good.

She was on her way to a little café to meet her boyfriend, she was supposed to meet him at 12:00 but she didn't know what the time had been when she left.

"I should ask someone." She muttered to herself. Oh, there was a guy who didn't seem to be busy.

"Excuse me, do you have the time?" Emily asked, motioning to her wrist. The man raised an eye brow.

"No, sorry, I don't have a watch."

Emily started to move to another person to ask the time of them, when she heard an irritated growl from behind her and felt some one grab her arm roughly.

"Hey! What's your problem!?"

"What's MY problem? I think you mean what's YOUR problem! You asked me a question, and I took time out of my day to give you a polite answer, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKIN SAY THANK YOU?!??!?!? ISN'T THAT WHAT PEOPLE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO?! THANK ANOTHER IF THEY RESPOND TO SOME MEANINGLESS INQUIRMENT?!??! And what the HELL was with the damn hand motion thingy?!?!? You think I can't understand you without flailing your wrist in the air like an idiot?!?!?!"

Emily stared wide eyed at the man; he was obviously not right in the head. Best just to play along.

"I…I'm sorry if I, eh, offended you, I can promise it wont ever happen again!" She flashed her million dollar smile. Her pretty features got her out of trouble before, they should work now. "But I am afraid I must be going, I have an appointment..."

"Oh no, you wont be going anywhere, and you can be sure that it wont ever happen again." The man flashed a smile this time, but unlike hers, it was twisted and demonic.

Before every thing blurred together and darkened with the sting of a tazer gun, she briefly wondered why no one was doing anything, it was the middle of the day after all.

END OF FLASH BACK

Anger and fear bubbled up her throat. This was the little shit that had caused her to miss her date, cause her so much pain and fear. He was going to get a piece of her mind. She took a few threatening steps into the room, ready to beat his head in if she had too.

Nny felt the temperature drop, it was now freezing cold in the room. Not very nice at all.

"I suppose I am done in here anyway." He said to himself, and he got up to go to another room. "I still need to clean up room 127…"

"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!?" Screamed Emily, but the man took no notice of her, and kept going. Out another door, she ran after him, not liking the fact he was ignoring her, and not noticing the fact that he could potentially kill her.

He opened a door with the numbers 127 scratched into the front, there were red marks that looked liked they were dripping from the numbers, as though someone had scratched the number into the door using their finger nails.

"COME BACK AND TALKE TO M-…." Emily stopped mid sentence, before her was a girl, about her own age, with blood dripping from her wrists, her hands had been completely cut off, and were laying on the floor beside her. A wrist watch and been shoved into each of her eyes, with blood leaking around them and down her pail face, her blond hair tangled and damp laying around her head like a gruesome halo. There was blood splashed all over the walls, smeared across the floor. It looked like after being blinded and mutilated, she was still alive, and was left to thrash about the room until death finally came.

She was wearing a white shirt, and kaki Capri's.

"Oh my God…OHMYGOD OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!" Tears streamed down Emily's face, she looked at her hands but they were gone, instead there were bleeding stumps. There was a shattered mirror on the wall, she ran over to it and looked at her face. There were no tears, there was blood, coming from her eyes. She had no eyes; there were watches instead of eyes.

At the sight of the blood, some little sarcastic part that was still in her head said "Hey look, emo tears!"

Emily ran out of the room, her hands were back to normal, she felt her face, no blood.

"What the hell is with the temperature?" Nny wondered out loud. It was normal in the room a few seconds ago, now freezing cold and now again, normal.

Emily looked back into the room, being careful not to actually go inside, incase her hands and eyes disappeared again. The only emotion she felt right now was rage. The man inside was putting her body into a trash bag, throwing her hands in after; He was coming towards the door with the bag over his shoulder, whistling.

Emily stepped in front of him; no way was she being ignored this time.

He walked right through her, shivering slightly. Emily ran after him, mad that she had no affect.

"Fuckin bastard fuckin killed me." She thought angrily. "I'll teach you to ignore me!" She picked up a random metal thing that was on the ground and whipped it at his head. At least she thought she had, but nothing happened. She tried to pick it up again, but her hands passed right through it.

And then it dawned on her. Although you think it would have dawned on her earlier.

"I'm a ghost." For some reason, Emily was not disturbed by this information. It seemed to make sense.

"…..COME BACK HERE YOU ASSHOLE!!! I'M GUNNA HAUNT YOU TILL YOU DIE!! THEN I'M GUNNA MAKE YOUR AFTERLIFE A LIVING HELL!!!!" Emily ran after the man, she remembered him mentioning his name, but it was after he cut one of her hands off, so she was not really listening. She would have to find it out later.

As she followed him down various hallways and through various rooms, trying her best to ignore the dead, dying, and captive, he turned down a random tunnel and threw the bag inside.

"How dare you treat my remains with such a lack of respect!"

"There! All clean. Now, TO THE TV!" He then skipped up a set of stairs Emily had not noticed before, after several minutes of more stair cases and hallways, they reached the top of the house. Once in what could only be described as a garbage heap, but was actually something along the lines of a living room, the man turned on the television, plopping himself down on the couch and instantly getting a glazed TV look in his eyes.

"Heeeey Johnny! Hehe, man I never get tired of that."

Emily jumped at the sudden new voice; no one else was in the room. But now she knew what his name was.

"Fuck Meat, what do you want."

"I wanted to tell you that there is a really pretty girl, standing right by you, right there, by the door!"

"Mmhmm, kay, you honestly think I am going to fall for that? I may be insane, but I am nor stupid."

"Ah, so he knows then…" Emily thought.

"Hey girlie, what's your name?" cooed the voice.

"Uhmmm, it's, ah, Emily." Emily said, looking around the room.

"Down here. My name is Reverend Meat." The voice hissed. Emily looked down on the ground, but there was only a Bub's Burger Boy figurine. Emily cocked her head quizzically. She didn't want to say 'You're the statue?' because she would probably sound rather stupid, so instead she said…

"You can hear me?" Now she listened intently trying to pin point the voice.

"Yes! Yes I can, I can also see you, and may I say you are a pretty one." She blushed at this; a toy had just complemented her. It was a bit creepy actually.

"So, umm, how can you talk, and see me, and all that. And he can't." Emily pointed at Johnny.

"Well here's my theory, I, am a part of Nny's subconscious, I guess you could say, an-…"

"Nny?"

"Yes, Nny, if I may continue, I am basically part of him, and since you are a ghost-…"

"You can tell that I am a ghost?"

"YES. Shut up already. Some part of him, is aware of you, And I am the part of his mind that is… aware of you. An-…"

"So, wait, you are a figment of his imagination that I can hear, and interact with? How is that possible…"

"IT"S FUCKIN MAGIC OKAY?! JUST SHUT UP!"

"Shut the fuck up Meat. I don't know who the hell you're talking to, but it's annoying! It's still fucking cold in here…." That last part was mostly mumbled to himself.

"My my, both of you have such a temper."

(Emily was rather confident in herself at the moment, being dead can make you feel invincible.)

"I told Johnny boy, I was talking to the lovely lady, whose name is Emily by the way. And she is annoying as well."

"Hey! Not nice!" Emily tried to kick Meat, but her foot simply passed through him.

Nny just rolled his eyes and ignored the little figurine like he was used to this behavior.

"Come on Emily, let us go somewhere more private so we can… talk." Emily could hear the implication in his voice.

"Uhmm, yeah, and how will you do that? You're sort of plastic."

"Oh don't worry about me, I will catch up, just go into the room at the end of the hall."

"Sssuure, I kind of wanted to look around anyway."

Emily went down the hallway, just like the toy had told her too. The rational part of her mind that told her this was weird and was not actually happening died along with her body. Everything seemed possible now that she was a phantom-like-thing.

As she neared the end of the hallway there were two doors. One was cracked open and she could see it was a bathroom, the other door was closed.

"I wonder if I can go through walls…"

Emily put her hand against the door, thinking about her hand going right through. She took her hand out again, and this time thought about her hand just touching the door, like she would have done if she was still alive. She felt the cool hard wood under her hand.

"That was easier than I thought it would be!"

Now she just walked right through the door, finding Meat sitting on a little table. The only piece if furniture in the room that was not broken.

"How did you do that?"

"Told ya Emmy, magic!"

"Don't call me Emmy."

"Okay! Anyway, we need to discuss what you plan on doing while you are here, which I think will be for quite awhile."

"'While I am here'? I plan on going into the light or what ever it is as soon as possible, I am not staying here."

"Well it's hard to find a light in this place that isn't a light bulb. You will be here for a long time, I can assure you. So what are you going to do while you are here? What do you want?"

"…I…I want revenge. He killed me."

Emily could sense a twisted little smile spreading across Meat's features. That may have been the answer he was looking for.

"And what will you do to get this?"

"Uhmm, ghostly stuff?"

The smile seemed to fade a little bit.

"Oh, well, it's a start. Maybe this will still turn out to be amusing. Have you figured out how to touch stuff yet? Ya know, open door and shit like that."

In response to the question Emily kicked Meat and sent him flying across the room.

"How was that?"

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