AN: Okay, I know I haven't gotten any reviews yet, but I'm adding this chapter any why. I don't want to just leave it lying around! So regardless of the fact that my fan base is none existent, I hope you enjoy!
I suppose this is chapter two
"Well, this certainly doesn't happen every day, now does it?" Nny began drumming his fingers on the door.
"Um, yhea… It's also not every day that a wrecking ball hits your house." I try to explain the situation.
"Wrecking ball? When did we start talking about a wrecking ball?" Nny stops his drumming and look at me oddly.
"Well, this morning a wrecking crew kind of evicted me from my house." I stare down at my feet awkwardly.
"You know the strangest thing;" Nny rubs his chin thoughtfully, "My bunny was talking about you just the other day."
"Your bunny?" I give him a side ways look.
"I'll tell you later, but where are my manners? Come in, come in." He picks up my box for me and I close the door behind us.
We walk into the living room and Nny sets my things down on the table, "So, you're homeless then, ah?" He asks me as he plops down on the old couch.
I take a seat next to him, careful to avoid the spring sticking out of the cushion, "Yhea, I guess it does…" That hadn't occurred to me.
"Well if you need a place to stay, my door is always open!" Though Nny is being warm and friendly I sense something off in his vioce.
"Thanks, but I don't know. How big is this place any way?" From the outside it doesn't look that big.
"Well the main level only has one bed room, but you could sleep in one of the lower rooms." He proposes.
"Isn't it cold in the lower rooms?" I ask as I scope out the room. On the table next to my box is a book with the word "Die-ary" written on the cover, there's a light board against the wall with a drawing of a strange little stick man in the works on it, and stuck to the wall with knives are these styrofoam dough boys that have been elaborately painted.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of blankets you can barrow!" Nny breaks me out of my little scary room trance with those words.
"Um, right. Off topic, but what are these dough boy things?" I ask pointing at the styrofoam.
"Oh, I forgot they were there. It's Mr. eff and psycho dough boy." He tells me as if he's introducing me to them.
"Neat." I walk over to them so I can see the paint jobs better, "Did you make these, Nny? They're adorable!"
"I think I did, at this point I can't remember if I made them or if I found them when I moved in." He comes to my side and studies the dough boys as I am doing.
"There was stuff here when you moved in?" I'm not used to that idea, I guess I should though.
"Mostly on the lower levels, the previous owner left these huge contraptions in almost every room." He makes these weird hand gestures as he speaks; I'm not sure what they mean.
"Can I see them? This concept of huge contraptions is oddly intriguing." I ask turning to an open door way with an arrow pointing down painted on the door.
"Sure, I'd love some second opinions!" I start down the stairs and he follows close behind, "You know, I was thinking of putting down carpet!" He adds sarcastically.
I smile at the thought of Nny laying down carpet, the roll would squash him! He'd probably get stuck under it or something!
At the bottom of the stairs is a blank canvas lying on the floor, hanging on one of the walls is a painting of 'something.' I think it's a guy with no skin or satin, or something. "What's that painting of?" I point to the skinless man painting with two fingers.
"Something I did one spring morning." He speaks as though it was a painting of doves, "To be honest I'm not entirely sure what it's supposed to be, but I like it!" He speaks with strange enthusiasm.
"Have you considered putting it in a gallery or anything like that?" I focus on the painting, unaware of what Nny might be doing.
"I don't think they'd appreciate it." His vioce was closer than I thought, like he was on my shoulder, but I couldn't feel his body heat, how odd.
"Even if they don't, I do." I turn on the balls of my heels and Johnny is practically on top of me. "Uh…" I start to back away, (He's got that look!) but I hit the wall before I get any more than a foot away.
"Dea, are you alright? You look scared." He reaches out and brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers in an attempt to comfort me.
"It's fine, I was just surprised." I can feel myself blushing as his hand makes contact with my cheek. It's oddly soft, or at least softer than you'd think for Nny.
"Then let's continue on our little tour!" He takes a hold of my hand and gently urges me forward. Because I don't want to pull my hand back and run away like a normal person would do in this situation, I follow him and go down farther into the bowls of his house.
It was only then that I realized he was wearing a message shirt, but it kept changing. How weird is that?! As of now it says, "Do this stair way smell?"
I try to pick out all the grammatical errors in that sentence, but before I can we're in the secondary basement or what ever it's called. Nny is still holding my hand; his is colder than you'd expect a hand to be…
This is one of the rooms with one of the "huge contraptions" in it. It's like a slaughter house machine! Holy exploitive bat man! I think Nny has gone nuts since high school! ((Sorry about the bad reference, I couldn't help myself.))
I stay calm, it's not like he made this! Plus, I have no where else to go. "So, is this a cow…thing?" I don't know the proper way to address whatever it is this thing is.
"I suppose it could be used for cows, but I've been using it for other things." He walks to the end of the little conveyer belt deely and I have to follow, what with the whole hand thing.
"What other things?" My paranoia starts to set in at this point. Nny doesn't seem to be a Shepard so I think I should be nervous.
"Spare parts." I notice the lack of essential gears and buttons and such, "Some of the other machines need repairs from time to time." He explains.
Paranoia, leaving. Comfort, restored! It's comforting to know that this specific contraption doesn't work!
Aww… She's not dead yet…
AN: Just to clarify, I'm not the one talking when you see the chapter titles and the things at the end... I think it's happy noodle boy possessing my key board or something...