By the time I heard Johnny finally return, light was already starting to seep into the room through the broken boards covering the window beside me. With how long he took(or at least, how long it felt), he better have brought something of substance back home. A few hours ago, I had found out the first man he brought was indeed just unconscious, as I heard him wake up and begin to scream below. He hadn't stopped, and it was a nice break from the quiet atmosphere I was left with, but I was still bored. I probably could have moved, but I didn't know when Johnny would come back. I couldn't exactly allow him to see me moving again, at least not yet. Especially after what Nailbunny said to him.

'They're not what you think they are anymore, but they want you to think they are! Their words aren't coming from inside of you anymore! They're even beginning to grow apart from whatever controls them now! And whatever's behind them is just manipulating you! I'm the only one that's still a part of you!'

That horrible rabbit, he nearly jeopardized everything. Johnny could've turned on us- on me! He knew too much. Even though Psycho-Doughboy is more of a threat, what he knows probably means Johnny does as well. I'd have to be steadier if I wanted to get past that nuisance, and win back my host's trust.

However… he was right. No longer was my counterpart or I apart of Johnny's twisted little mind. We had lives of our own now- well, we would eventually. We were becoming real, and I could feel it. My corporeal form could do more than merely stand around, and I could think. My self-awareness had set in completely, and there was nothing Johnny, Nailbunny, or that Godforsaken puppeteer behind the wall could do about it!

I hoped. All I had to go on right now was whether or not Psycho-Doughboy was telling the truth, and who knew what he was up to? I was still left wondering what he wanted out of me, and hadn't come to any conclusions. I knew him, but… I suppose I don't know him well enough. For now, I guess it didn't matter. Not until it could be brought up. Besides, my mind was immediately occupied with other things, as I heard the car's trunk get popped open outside.

I didn't need to take a second guess when heavy shuffling was heard. The room's door was still wide open from Johnny's last entry, allowing me view of the incoming blood-sacks as he made his way by. He trudged along slowly, dragging two bodies this time, the weight nearly pulling himself onto the ground next to them. They were most definitely dead, if the bloodstains weren't convincing, the gaping puncture wounds were indication enough. I was disregarded as he passed, and decided to avoid conversation for now. His face gave a clear distinction of discontent, and messing with him right now would dampen a connection with ease. Seemed the brainfreezy idea wasn't enough for him to keep his mood up. I merely watched as he went by and left, towards the sound of the screaming man underneath us. I would once again have to wait before interaction was available.

And wait I did. There wasn't much to pass the time, but the satisfaction of hearing the screams from earlier get abruptly cut off entertained my imagination just enough to not get bored again. Terrible things were being done down there, and one day I would get to engage in them myself. Johnny was quite the creative tormenter, yes, but he never went far enough. I could do so much worse than him, and eventually, I would! This thought pleased me, pushing away my worries from before. When I finally become real, I would not belong to that beast. I wouldn't have a 'Master', I would be in control of myself and my actions. Everything I would do would be mine and mine alone, and I planned on taking full advantage of it when it would come to that. I would go beyond having the simple senses of sight and hearing, I would be able to taste, smell and most importantly feel. I was ready for those experiences more than anything, and the thoughts kept me tantalizingly amused until my ticket towards that goal came back up from the basement.

I monitored him again as he walked by. It was relieving to see his clothing covered in blood, as that at least indicated what he had indeed been up to down there. Hopefully the wall was as drenched with the liquid as him. Although his gloomy look from before had simmered, 'unhappy' still seemed to be his current mood. I decided I could involve myself now, but whether it was safe or not yet I wasn't sure.

Surprisingly, I was spoken to before I even got the chance to settle on anything. "Mister Eff…? Why do I keep killing people?" I was more than a little confused. How was I supposed to respond to that? At least knowing Johnny, I was partially expectant for more 'depth' into it… "I mean, I do know WHY- It's for that thing behind the wall, but... why do I have to keep doing it? Why should I let it control my life like this?" Even with more detail, I was left bewildered on how to reply, though I was beginning to see what he was saying. I focused my eyes on his, and to my dismay he looked to be even more upset than before as he continued. "I don't think I used to kill before, I mean... at least, I wasn't always like this, you know? But- GOD, look at this! I'm no more of monster than it is at this point, aren't I? Just concealed under this ruse of humanity. So why should I continue? I could just stop, right now, and wait for it to come for me. End this endless cycle of mindless slaughter and labor. At least, if that happens, I won't have to live under it's influence; even if it meant I wouldn't be alive at all. It would be a relief, almost…"

I grew anxious from the sudden outburst. What happened to 'I can't die'?! Potential responses flooded my mind, anything to steer him away from not painting that wall! "I'll tell you why- because you know what's best for this world!" I stated loudly. He appeared to be in a pitying state, so I tried to appeal to what little morals he had. "It's not just about painting the wall, you're erasing the shit-smears of society of which you hate! You know they shouldn't walk among the others! It doesn't control you, these are your own actions. I'm telling you this, and you know you can trust me." I came off as convincing as I could, but at moments like this, I was never sure if it was enough for him or not. I knew I could lie perfectly to this man's face, but that wouldn't mean his state would allow acceptance of my words.

"You really think this is right? That perhaps, I am a construct of some kind of fucked up social justice? Am I the judgement that is needed, or am I nothing but a deluded man bent on destroying the errors that I see in my cone of vision of the world?" He proceeded with his existential crisis as he began to pace around the room, and made working around this situation a little tricky. Nothing too unfamiliar, though. I could handle this. "Well, what if you are what is needed? You wouldn't want to take the chance of throwing that kind of potential knowledge away, would you? It'd be a waste!" I countered him with other questions, knowing an act of shrouding himself away from answers would eat away at him, and maybe something that would twist his screw of a head back on tightly. Whether either of us were right(and I didn't care which way), I couldn't let him go through with this.

He halted in front of the broken window for a moment, with any luck he was thinking my questions over. He held a hand to his chin, and pressed his index finger against his lips in a pondering fashion. "I… I suppose you're right. I shouldn't go over the edge just yet, not with that sort of conceivable answer on the line… I mean, who knows?" A brief feeling of reprieve swept over me. What pleasant words to hear. "I know, Nny. I'm a part of you, after all." I insisted this bond to him, although it was completely and utterly false. It got him to my side, this 'companionship', and that was all that mattered.

Johnny remained quiet after I spoke. Simply giving off a deep sigh before gearing himself back around, walking towards the exit. It was clear I had won him over for now, but as he was almost out of the room, he paused again. He took a few steps back, then stopped, turning to face my direction. His eyes darted down, and I followed his gaze, as it became quite obvious what his attention was upon. "You've been relatively noiseless lately, haven't you?"

Psycho-Doughboy had remained motionless since I pushed him off of the vanity, and kept his promise awfully well. He was so unobtrusive, I forgot he was even there as Johnny and I conversed. Normally he would've bursted in at any chance he could get when our host got like this, but he hadn't let out a sound. I watched as Johnny reached down, picking him up and holding him. "You know, I don't quite remember leaving you there." He stated, looking him over. He sounded worried about it, and I guess a moving pastry display stand would be somewhat of a concern, but to be fair he didn't move there on his own. I wouldn't tell Johnny that, though. After a moment of puzzlement, he simply placed my counterpart back beside me. "I still haven't gotten my chips…" He murmured, before turning back to the entryway and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Once again, I listened to his boots press against the feeble floorboards as he went farther away, probably towards the television. I had succeeded in dodging around another of his sporadic mood swings, and was thankfully saved by one as well. My goal was safe again. I glanced over at the one beside me, and his eyes met mine. He clasped his hands together. "I think that went well, don't you?"