A/N

Hey! Sorry for not putting an authors notes on the first chapter! I was a little hurried. I do not own any of JTHM. If I did, I would be a complete geni-us! Please review if you have any ideas or words of wisdom you would like to bestow unto me!

Chapter two: Inside the Mind

Nny felt his eyes open. He saw Devi, hiding in a corner of a small bedroom. He looked around, seeing many paintings nailed on the walls. He knew this was her apartment. He reached for her, but she screamed, making him step back in surprise.

"Go away!" She screamed, hiding her face with her hands, her body pressed against the thin walls.

"Look at her...cowering..."

Nny instantly froze. That voice...

The Styrofoam doughboys formed onto the walls, looking like they were glued on them. Nny looked at them with a vengeance, but also with fear, shuddering in his eyes.

"You're dead. You can't control me anymore." He said.

"I'm afraid not," Whispered Mr. Eff. "We will always be a part of you."

Nny gulped. "I was never a part of you. You never cared." he said with a wavering voice, tears blurring his eyesight. He felt an old memory come back, but it quickly left as soon as it came.

"You're wrong. We love you, Nny. We would never stop caring." Psycho Doughboy taunted in a singsong voice.

Nny shook his head. "No," He whispered quietly. "I'm not."

"Kill." They both whispered.

He pressed his ears shut, closing his eyes and feeling tears fall.

"Kill." They urged in his mind.

Nny shook his head vigorously.

"KILL!" They screamed...

"Feel..." A small, almost silent voice said.

He screamed, and lost it, picking up a paint brush and stabbing the doughboys in the eyes...

But then he opened his...

He stabbed Devi...

He dropped the brush in horror, feeling his bloodied hands shake.

Devi's eyes were stabbed, making blood slide down her cheeks. Her face was slack, the tears of blood filling her mouth. He dropped down on his knees, picking up her body gently. Her limp body felt warm, her arms softly brushing the ground. It felt too real...

He screamed in agony, feeling his throat catch, making his voice crack. He dropped his forehead against hers, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, tears sliding through. His body shook with emotions.

"Feel..." The voice whispered softly, making everything turn black.

His eyes shot open. He stayed laying on his back, his pillow wet with his tears from the dream. He wiped off the residue of tears off his cheeks, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Nny breathed in deeply, letting it out shakily.

He can't do this anymore. He'll stay awake as long as he lives, whatever it takes.

He laid there in silence, hearing cars quietly roll by. He felt his eyes grow heavy, but he fought it. Out of his window, the gray light of dawn peeked over the horizon. He glanced at his clock. It was five in the morning.

He sighed a breath of relief; he had enough of darkness. He stayed on his back, staring out in the dim light. A few minutes passed and he could make out the very few objects in his room. He slowly got up, sitting on the edge of his bed, enjoying the silence in and out of his mind. He felt... Normal...

But the feeling quickly faded as he heard faint screams below the house. He growled. He forgot to kill his victims last night. He grabbed his boots and walked out of his room, feeling hungry for torture... And french toast...

He stepped down the stairs, going into the bowels of his house. He wiped off the syrup on his face from his breakfast on his sleeve. He passed by the drowning chamber, and turned right at the sharp objects hall. He opened a door, revealing a man strapped on a medieval stretcher.

His eyes widened.

"No! Please! I said I was sorry!" He cried.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, staying silent.

"Are you gonna say anything?!" The man screamed, panicking. "Or are you afraid you'll trip over your..." He faltered, realizing what he said.

Nny shot an evil glare. He stomped towards him. The man wriggled, trying to back away. He jutted out his jaw in anger.

"Words?" He asked quietly, finishing his sentence. He reached for the lever, shoving it forward.

The man screamed as his hands and feet were pulled far apart. His shirt slid up his stomach, showing his torso, giving Nny an idea for his demise. He smirked.

"I don't like it when people don't finish their sentences." He mumbled.

He walked over to one wall, showing many torture devices. He picked up a small dagger from one of the hangers, nothing too gaudy.

He walked slowly towards the man, and balanced the weapon between his two thumbs.

"Tell me Kevin... Is it right to laugh?" He asked.

Kevin nodded, his pupils small with fear.

"I didn't finish," Nny smiled. "See how everything changes when you leave out only a few words?" He quickly jammed the knife into his shoulder, making him scream.

"Is it right to laugh... At someone in pain?"

"No!" Kevin yelled, feeling his shoulder throb maddeningly.

Nny's smile only grew wider. "Then why did you?"

He groaned as Nny pushed the knife in deeper, making it hit the board on the other side with a thunk.

"I didn't-"

Before he could finish, Nny twisted the dagger, making Kevin scream as blood pooled at his wound.

"You. Didn't?" He asked in a dangerous whisper. He pulled out the dagger, wiping the blood off with his victims shirt. "Have you ever tripped before? I bet you have... It's not fun. You scrape your elbows, hit your head, your wrists get sore, and, if you're lucky, you get the wind knocked out of you." Nny smiled, punching him right in the chest as hard as he could, making Kevin gasp and cough. "Just like that."

He shoved the lever even farther. Kevin groaned out, feeling his joints pull from the uncomfortable position. The blood from his shoulder soaked the front of his shirt.

Johnny rested the cold tip of the blade on his stomach.

"Please." Kevin panted.

"Too?..." Nny said, motioning his hand for him to finish.

"Late?" He whimpered.

Nny smiled and gave him a sarcastic look, nodding his head. He pushed down, sliding across his stomach, creating a horrible squelch. He screamed as his guts poured out from the pressure of being stretched. Just like a rubber band...

And then he left, wiping off his dagger. He was sick of his screams.

He went over to another room, and the screams from Kevin died down. He closed the door and faced a man tied up in the air, his feet shackled to the floor.

"Let me down, you faggot! You don't deserve Devi!" He spat, snarling at him, shaking wildly in his bounds.

Nny smirked. "You don't deserve her either, Matthew. Who would like to have a boy friend that thinks he's better than everyone. Stuck up. Insults everyone below him?" he walked slowly over to him. He went to his side and pulled up his shirt.

"You butt-fucking faggot! Let go of my shirt!" He yelled.

Johnny chuckled. "I don't think gay people like being called faggot... I think nowadays they prefer... Homo." He let out a burst of laughter. "Name that movie!" He said, pointing the dagger to his face, a huge, crazy grin plastered on his face. He sighed. "But... I wouldn't know, 'cause I'm not a faggot."

He scraped a huge portion of his skin off of his side with the dagger. He screamed. Nny continued to skin him until his whole side was lacerated. Then he reached up and cut off a rope holding one of his arms up. He shucked the skin off from his forearm and dropped the knife. He then gripped the skin and pulled down. Matthew screamed as Nny pulled off his skin like a glove. The muscles underneath were veiny and bled profusely.

"There," Nny said. "Hell should be a nice experience for you." He smiled madly, and chuckled happily as he walked away to another door.

"DEVI HATES YOU!" He yelled angrily.

Nny stopped, his boots scuffing the ground.

"Caught your attention, didn't I?" He chuckled.

Nny slowly turned around and strolled over towards him.

"Maybe she does hate me." He whispered, looking deep into the mans face. Matthew smiled with cruel amusement in his eyes. Nny then unexpectedly smiled, making Matthews disappear. "But she can't love a dead man!" He snickered, bending down to pick up the dagger.

His eyes widened. "NO! NO! YOU CAN'T! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" He screamed, panicking and swinging around.

"That's not your decision to make." Nny growled. He gritted his teeth, and shoved the knife in Matthews heart, making him breathe out forcefully.

"Any guesses on what movie that quote was from?" He asked the dead Matthew. Naturally, he didn't respond. "No?" He shrugged. "Okay then. Bye!" He said, shaking out the hateful words, and moved on. He went down the hall and pushed a door open.

He heard Teresa scream from the operation table she was strapped down on. He walked over and reached for a jar on the table of tools. He then skulked over to her.

"What are those?" She wavered.

He shook the large jar full of gauges.

"These are the pretty little spears in your ears." He chuckled and looked at her maniacally. "That rhymed."

"Let me go!" She pleaded.

Nny snickered. Then chuckled, turning into a full on cackle, throwing his up in the air. Then he paused and shook his head, dropping it down. "Nah."

"Look, I'm sorry for hurting you." She said, trying to reason with him.

"SORRY?!" He screamed, disgusted with the word. "YOU GAVE ME HOPE OF SOMEONE ACTUALLY HAVING THE COURAGE TO BEFRIEND ME!" He shrieked, plunging his hand into the jar and taking out a gauge and jabbing it into her arm. She screamed as he continued. "And you LAUGHED!" Another in her shoulder. "Saying you were just kidding!" He seethed, twisting one in her knee. "Trying to make me feel BAD in front of your FRIENDS!" Stabbing one in her thigh. "Just so you get someone you LIKE impressed!" Another in her stomach.

"OOOOOOO!" He yelled sarcastically, imitating the express of impression, putting his hands on his cheeks. Then he muttered a disgusted noise and wiped off his cheeks of the filthy blood that came from his gloves.

He then went for a hammer on the table, and started hammering the spears into her. She screamed, cried, moaned, and bawled. This went on for hours- grab gauge, hammer in body, repeat- until the jar was empty. He reached in for another one and chuckled.

"Last one." He grinned. He settled it above her forehead. Her eyes widened.

"No! Please!" She cried, blubbering like a baby.

"Yeah, you're right," Nny muttered. "This'll never go through that thick skull of yours."

She sighed in relief.

He smiled. "But what about here?" He hovered it over her heart.

Before she could scream, he hammered it in hard, a little blood splattering the hammer. He sniffed, dropping the tool and stretching his arms out.

He went upstairs, going into his room. He pulled off his bloody shirt and gloves, tossing them to the ground. He rooted through his dresser and pulled out a hoodie with short, finger-less gloves. He sighed and dragged his feet in his living room, plopping on the dusty cushions.

He felt his lip quavering. Emotions took him over as he dropped his head into his hands.

He felt...

"Guilty?" Meat asked.

He brought up his legs and wrapped his arms around, his face hidden. Tears threatened to fill his eyes. He looked up, seeing the white pig boy on his coffee table.

"I don't want these... Emotions..." He felt an anger rise up inside him. He entangled his fingers in his hair. "STOP PLAYING WITH MY HEAD!" He screamed.

Meat only laughed. "I'm not finished with you..."

"I'm going crazy." Nny muttered, ignoring Meat.

"Or maybe your emotions are testing you..." He whispered.

He stared at him, looking horrified.

"I do not feel." He spat.

"Your brain comes to that conclusion, but your heart says otherwise." At that, Reverend Meat floated away, leaving Johnny alone with his thoughts.

A/N

Hehe. This chapter made me bring out my little monster when I typed this. Although Johnny would probably disagree wit me... Anywho, please review if you have any comments! ...Oh! And whoever guesses where that quote was from gets a knife in their heart! Tempting, huh? Y'know you wanna...