Letting his heart spill for those three words almost broke Nny down. He cleared his throat loudly and went back into house. Taking a seat in a bare room he pulled his knees to his chest and fought angerily in his mind, what to do now.
Johnny: YOU DID IT! YOU FUCKING NOW WHAT!? NOW WHAT!! SHIT!!
He was angry at the situation, pissed at the result and wanted to just blugeon his own skull in. What about Squee now. He hadn't imagined. He was no where fit to take a kid from his home and let them stay with him. All though Squee had been witness to some grusome schemes by Nny, a life of it would do no good, nor did Nny want that for the small boy.
Stepping back into the light from the window he glarred at the dark house to his right.
Mr. Eff: He's not staying here Nny.
The styrfoam figure complained.
Johnny: Don't you think I know that!
Johnny did not want a lecture.
D-Boy: Kill the boy Nny.
The other side suggested with a convincing tone, almost rendering Nny from ignoring it.
NailBunny: Nny! No! He can be saved. Send him away.
Johnny agrue with his self cruely, becoming pyshical on his own body he gripped his hair tightly between his lanky fingers and began to tug.
D-Boy: He has no purpose, nor do you Johhny. The figuren smirked in his own possesove way.
Hearing that voice; he tugged at first then it came to rough and fast jerks of his hair, and sanity.
Johnny: I will not kill...
He told himself, more over he repeated in his mind "I will not kill the boy". Groaning in the agonoy from now ever sore scalp and pounding headahce he yelled on last time to silence the suggestions of the voices and began walking back to the room where he had left Squee.
Trailing his hands with blood and globs of hair down the sides of his hall way walls he used them for balance to regain what little composure his body and mind allowed him to have.
Johhny: Squee...
He called out weakly just confirming the childs whereabouts in the house. It would almost be a tradgey for the small boy to have wanderer off into the depths of the under pit of despair below the normal floor boards of his lair.
Squee: Nny?
Todd called back from his seat in what would be living room had there been any furniture in the room to make it seem that way. Squee walked to the hall way after the voice and saw Nny leaned up against the wall. He quivered with a fear that something was wrong but being so young made him unsubjected to what adults would see as abnormal and weird.
Squee: Johnny...
He said quietly, gripping Schmee's arm. Johnny was no responsive to Todd's voice. He walked closer until he was right be side him and looked up with wide eyes.
Without another word Johnny dropped to the floor quickly and angerily and peered at the small boy behind his cold black eyes. D-boy was wrong, Johnny may have been dead to human kind on the outside which made him kill those not worthy but Squee was an innocent, and being an innocent, being that young, and he would never say it out loud but Todd Casil was his brother.
Squee: Johnny, I'm sorry...
He whined his eyes watering. Squee's heart was crushed from his family and seeing his only friend other than Schmee hurt on the floor made his six year old heart almost felt like it was dying.
Nny's mind fought with his heart as he laid at the floor. His head hit after his body did and he practically became unconscience.
Squee began to call his name frantically but Nny was no longer awake to hear, the voices in his head took over but atleast he knew what he had to do in the morning. Falling into a deep sleep Nny laid in the hall way floor leaving Squee alone.
In a slight panic act Squee pulled the draped jacket from his shoulders and laiden it across Nny's shoulders and abdomin. Laying down beside him he slowly drifted off, as his did he whispered childishly and as softly as he could,
Squee: G'night Johnny, big brother.