Crash-landing outside his house, 777, Johnny inspected his new "residence" next door. Going inside, he looked around. Ruddy, dirty living room, dim lights, dust. Yup! He'd feel right at home!
He located Squee upstairs, writing. 'Heya, Squeegee!"
The kid looked at him with mortal terror. "Aw, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. To tell you the truth, I don't think I can. Look at me! I think I'm a ghost!" Johnny, also known as "Nny", looked down at his body, just like Squee. It was true; he was see through.
Squee just uttered a high-pitched squeak right before Nny bombarded him with the facts. The kid could only nod and watch as Nny walked around the room, explaining and pondering over what three things he would have done.
First, of course, there would be the expulsion of Meat. That was as true as anything. Then, he'd have to take care of a last Brainfreezie.
Devi. The thought hit him like a tom of bricks. Surely she would not listen to him apologize, but how about a child? Surely she could not turn a kid away!
He had his three things. Now all that mattered was getting Squee to do them. "Squee, did you hear what I said? We have to do three things, and then I'll never scare you again."
Squee just nodded, then thought. "But I can't go and kill someone!"
Poor kid. He was under the illusion that Meat was a human being. And to buy a Brainfreezie was out of the question. He didn't have any money, and regardless, the 24-7 didn't allow children to buy by themselves.
But then again, he was also under the illusion that Nny couldn't enter his body.
"Fine, I'll just take charge of this myself. Move over, Squee-in-there! I'm coming in!" Nny leapt up into the air…and crashed into Squee's skull. He sat on the floor, rubbing his head while Squee looked on. Apparently, the kid had felt nothing.
"Ow!"
Suddenly, out of the blackness and shadows of the corners of the room, the Writing Guy came forth. "You know, stupid, you're supposed to go in through the eyes. The head is hard and painful. Through the eyes, there's nothing blocking your way."
"Oh, excuuuuse me! I should have known! How stupid of me! I've only been doing this NEVER!!!!!!" Nny stated sarcastically at the guy with the glasses.
The guy shrugged and disappeared. Nny braced himself and prepared to jump. Jump he did, straight into Squee's eye as the kid started to squeak.
Nny felt lightheaded. And lighter. He moved his arm. Well, Squee's arm in fact, he came to realize. Oh, jeez, this is strange. I'm in his body. I can move him. Where does HE go?
The Writing Guy's voice reverberated out of the silence that followed. "He actually goes to a sort of "waiting room" where he can sit, wait, and read old magazines."
WHAT! The poor kid! What torture IS that to invoke upon such an impressionable little thing?!
***
A few minutes later, after relieving himself in the bathroom (Heh heh…where the f*** is the Bactine?! Heh heh…lol), he was out in front of the 24-7. Or rather, Squee was standing outside the store. He pushed open the door and surveyed the familiar scene. The Brainfreezie machine was standing in the corner, with the typical three flavors. Icy Ham, Frosty Peanut, and Cherry Doom. The latter his favorite.
As he smiled in joy, his thoughts were interrupted by the counter-tender. "Hey, kid! You can't be in here alone! Get a parent and come back!"
Nny/Squee turned around with hatred in his eyes. He smiled an evil, demonic grin and picked up a straw that was near the machine…
