When Ivy came to, she found herself in quite a different place than she recalled being at before passing out. She blinked, her vision slightly blurry, and tried to look around for any clues as to her location. The buzz of a non-broadcasting television channel drifted into her ears, and when her vision finally returned fully, she glanced around. The place looked completely decrepit, like it could collapse down on her any second. Which reminded her, how had she gotten here in the first place?
She tried to move her arms in order to lift herself up and get a better look at her surroundings, but, to her great dismay, she found her arms tied behind her back. "Fuck!" She growled.
"Oh, awake now, are you?" Nny called from the armchair. She couldn't see him, so she guessed he had sunken low into the seat. "You know, I was originally planning on killing you. The whole wall thing seems to be over, so I don't need to drain your blood and drip it into a paint can." He snickered. "But you tried to kill me. I thought that was reason enough, but then…you're a curious girl, you know. Fucking insane, in my opinion."
Not caring that Nny was speaking to her, she tried to move her legs, only to find them in a similar manner to her arms. This just frustrated her, so she started to wiggle around, trying to move herself across the floor. She was so entranced with her goal of doing the worm across the room that she didn't even notice as Nny got up out of the armchair and stood right above her. Clearing his throat, he looked down on her for a moment before squatting down to her level.
"What made you so mad, huh?" He asked. It was at that moment that Ivy's head managed to get close enough to Nny that it came down on the hard, metal tip of his shoe. Immediately, she let out a pained cry and yelled her favorite word. Nny fought the urge to laugh, not wanting to seem 'unprofessional'. His attempt didn't work very well, however, and he found himself snickering as she curled up in pain.
"Yeah, that totally wasn't my fault." He said, nodding slightly. "If you don't stop causing trouble and trying to kill me, by the way, I might change my mind about killing you." That got Ivy's attention, and she turned her head to glare at her captor. As she did, he noticed something red on her forehead. "Uh…you're bleeding." He pointed out, gesturing at the spot of crimson with his finger.
"Bleeding? Fuck…" She let her head fall, onto the floor this time, and she groaned. "Please tell me you have band-aids and some disinfectant." Ivy closed her eyes and laid still, a concerned look on her white face. Nny thought for a moment, stroking his chin as he did. He normally didn't want to close any open wounds he came across, considering that the only open wounds he was used to were the ones he caused on his victims.
"Well…no, I don't have either." He said, finally. "However, I'm sure Squee would be more than happy to share." He added, remembering his very first meeting with the kid. It had come about for a very similar reason. Then he realized that he had told his little buddy that he was going to be leaving. The last thing Nny wanted was for Squee to think he had been lied to. He supposed that he would just have to explain the early return, and say how it was unplanned and unexpected.
"Who the fuck is Squee?" Ivy asked, not moving still. "On second thought, I really don't give a damn. I just don't want to die of a fucking brain infection or something." She added. A quick moment of silence followed her words before a sudden sound interrupted it, startling them both.
It was the doorbell.
Nny jumped up from his spot on the floor and practically skipped to the front door. Before he could turn the knob, though, Ivy began to rant and rave like she had been at their first meeting. "Fuck! Is it the police? Did you call them? Oh god, you called the fucking police, you asshole! I'm going to die now, thanks to you!"
Shut up!" Nny demanded, "I did not call the police, so shut up!" He yanked the door open and looked out. "Hello?" He called, not seeing anyone at first."
"Squee…down here." He heard a small voice call, and he looked downwards towards the front step.
"Oh! We were just talking about you, Squee!" Nny exclaimed, opening the door further and clasping his hands together, a gleeful grin on his face. The poor, frightened looking child clutched his teddy bear.
"We?" The boy asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. He tried to look past Nny's legs and into the house, but he didn't see much.
Nny glanced back over his shoulder and then down at Squee again. "Oh yeah, first I have to apologize. I wasn't planning on being back here, but my plans changed a little bit." He paused. "Wait…what are you doing here? I told you I'd be gone, but you're here, at my doorstep." He raised an eyebrow in wonder.
Squee looked nervous as he attempted to explain. "My…daddy told me to come get some sugar, and he wouldn't listen when I told him that you were gone. So I came anyway, and I need some sugar." He said, his eyes looking as though they were about to bug out of his head. Nny giggled a little.
"Why don't you come in, Squee? I'll see if I have some…I may, but I'm not entirely sure…I haven't gone shopping in quite a while. If you wanted bagels and cream cheese then I believe I'd be able to help you more with that, but sugar, no, I'm not sure. But I will check! In the meanwhile, you can talk to uh…" He glanced back towards Ivy again, trying to think of what he was supposed to call her. "The company. Yes, I have company." He finished, stepping backwards, allowing enough space for Squee to squeeze between him and the doorway. "I'll be right back." He shut the door and headed off to what Squee assumed was the kitchen.
The child looked around for a moment until he saw Ivy on the floor. She looked kind of dead to him, but he had head some kind of conversation before Nny had answered the door, so she probably wasn't. "H…hello?" He called, staying a ways away from her. Her head shot up and stared in his direction.
"Are you Squee? Fuck, you're tiny. Do have any band-aids? My forehead is bleeding, from what the jerk said, and I'd like to clean it out and shit." She said. Squee's eyes opened a little wider at the girl and he stepped carefully towards her.
"I have some…at...at home. I can bring some after I get daddy the sugar." He said, nodding a little. He seemed to jump several feet in the air as he heard a voice behind him, coming from Nny who had apparently managed to find some sugar in his decrepit kitchen.
"Aha! Here you are, little Squee." The kid turned around to see Nny holding out a small plastic container of a yellowish looking substance. "I guess it's been in my pantry for a while, but it should work." He shrugged, dropping it into the boy's hands. "I see she's asked you about the first-aid materials. Yes, I'll go with you to get them, so that you don't have to come back over here on your own." He declared, beginning to walk towards the door. Squee sent an almost pitying glance at Ivy before following his self-proclaimed 'protector' out the front door.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Ivy slammed her head back down onto the floor. "Fuck, my head hurts."
A/N: Okay, so chapter two is up, and poor Squee has met the one person who may be as insane, if not more, than Nny. Luckily, she was tied up and more concerned about getting a "brain infection" that showing how fucked up she is~ I don't have much to say about this…so yeah. xD Tell me what you think!