I'm back!
I couldn't get myself to write, but here I go!
Just to point out, I don't like reading my stories, so, bear with me!
Chapter 1
Chambers
Thump, thump, thump…
Her heartbeat raced on.
Thump….
The woman had beads of sweat pouring down her face, soaking her flashy top.
"Please…" she choked out, "let me go! I didn't do anything!"
She continued with this worthless drabble. Johnny let out a light chuckle.
"You're like all the others, beautiful or ugly…everyone's so fucking ugly inside. Including me!" he replied in a retort.
He twirled his knife." Yet all so similar…"
He laid his head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat dead on.
"Isn't it odd how the heart is the source of life, but ….it's the only thing indicating your not dead yet." He muttered.
"Just let me go!"
"Quiet! I need some amusement in this!" he said lifting up her shirt.
She squealed, "Pervert! Get your fucking hands off me! Don't rape me, rapist!"
"Shut up! I would never do that!"
He easily sliced through the flesh across her chest making her squirm and howl even more.
He put his goggles and gloves on.
"Stop!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that", he said slapping on his mask, "Just stop struggling or I'll do this the dirty way."
She started to yelp louder, "Help!"
"I said shut up! This is for your own good!"
She still continued her helpless screams and howls for help. Johnny let out a sigh.
"Fine, I won't use my tools for this…" he said making her calm down a little , but the pain was still getting to her.
He gave her an evil smirk and a pang of terror shot through her. His smirk was now curling into a wry smile. She suddenly lost hope as he started to get closer to her.
He grabbed to two flaps of flesh and started to rip it open, revealing her inner organs.
She was squealing like a little piglet, struggling to get the restraints off.
He pinned the skin down and grabbed a cloth from a nearby table.
"Here. Bite this and try not to scream anymore", he said stuffing it in her mouth.
Her screams were now muffled by the rough, sandpaper-like cloth.
"Try not to make this boring, I want some action, "he said teasingly following with a small giggle.
She was probably still rambling on about this, but it was muffled by the gag. He pinned down the flaps of skin and pulled out a hammer.
"So, okay, I lied, "he said laughing.
Right as she was going to respond he slammed the hammer down right on target with her heart, making a giant SPLAAASh! Blood, bones, and other shit went flying everywhere, covering Nny and the floor in gore.
At first he was a bit satisfied, but seeing all the blood on him he screamed like a girl in a low-budget horror movie, about to be attacked by a monster, and bolted down the hallway, to the laundry room.
He slung off his mask and goggles. Then, he pulled off his clothes, put em in the wash, and turned it on. He rinsed off in the sink and slipped a fresh pair of clothes on.
He sat down in a chair, still panting, and tried to calm down.
"Haven't killed someone in so long and the blood got to you, eh?" asked Reverend meat.
"Shut up!" Nny shot back in retort, "I was just in a bit of shock. Nothing important."
The statue just laughed." Nothing important? Hoo ha ha! Seeing you flee made my day day!"
Johnny just got up and started to clean his goggles and other instruments of torture. Meat was still chuckling to himself.
"It's not that funny. Ha ha , now shut up you junky piece of painted wood and leave."
He stopped and sneered.
"Aren`t you tired of this? Killing can get so…boring. Why don`t you get a job or something?" asked the burger boy statue.
"This is my job." he hissed," To clean this world of all the worthless fucks out there , shit like you."
He sighed after completing his task and went to fix the other mess left in the other room.
"Johnny , Johnny…" rambled Reverend Meat.
"Johnny…."
"Shut up you stupid bunny! I'm Nny`s new voice and I'm doing what's right!" he yelled in reply," And that's what you didn't do.."
Done! Wow…it sucks.
