Prompt: #1. Don't look
Word count: 379
Summary: Johnny cares too much for Squee's health to expose him.
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Squee was just a young tot of merely seven years. He still dragged around the tatters of his teddy bear, Shmee, still forgot to tie his shoes, still stumbled around the English language occasionally, still feared the night time and monsters, and still had silly pretend games he played with his toys. He had a fragile mind, one that was very influenced by the goings on around him. Johnny knew that with as traumatized the boy was at this early stage of his life, he couldn't take much more before his brain sizzled and just snapped.
Johnny took special care to shield Squee from the horrors of the world, going as far as he could to teach the boy not to take the abuses of the world and to keep him away from the dark, dank things that had burdened him. He had always kept an idle eye on him, trying to keep his pure soul from becoming tainted, even by himself. He especially did not want to be the one to push the young boy off the proverbial cliff.
He could think of no worse fate than to be bothered by insanity, being teased with small lapses of consciousness, or to be locked away and deemed useless by a society of morally corrupt idiots. He definitely did not want a fate like that for his darling Squeegee pal. Although he himself was very screwed up, and he would admit to his insanity; he cared for the boy's mental state. He wanted more for the youngster than what he had given himself.
He convinced himself that that was the reason, when Squee had found himself buried in the deep confines of Johnny's extensive cellar, searching for the man to borrow a cup of sugar for his doped up mother, Johnny had fondly covered the boy's eyes and whispered a soft "don't look," before he pulled the lever, so that the thin tendrils of Squee's mind would not snap as the fountains of blood splattered the walls.
A/N: Hello all. :B
Yeeeah, I've got tons of projects now. Go me! /suicide
Anyhow, this is pretty self-explanatory. Each prompt will be its own drabble or oneshot, none are related to each other unless I specify so. Each one may be whatever length my idea matches up to.
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