Author's Note: I am SO sorry. Please forgive me for taking forever with
this. But I took forever anyway, and that's not good. I was being too lazy,
and I'm SO SORRY! Oh. By the way, for anybody that hasn't seen the movie
Dracula, DON'T. It's SO stupid. I watched it over the week and I was
incredibly disappointed. Jeez. There's this one redhead and EVERY time
Dracula came up, her shirt came OFF. Well, the top of her dress anyway. It
was dumb. But now I'm getting off track.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Wish I owned Jhonen. But I don't. Yet. Heehee.
JOHNNY THE SHRINK CHAPTER TWO: CONFUSION/SECOND VISITOR
Johnny stared at the little boy in front of him. He was flattered and shocked at the same time. Flattered, because Squee would want him as a father. Shocked.. Because Squee would want him as a father.
But the little boy just stared up at him with large hopeful eyes. Johnny sighed.
"Um.. well, Squee, eh.."
Squee blinked and waited for Johnny's answer. Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. He was going to explain to Squee that, no, he could not be his father. But a pang of guilt stabbed his heart and he realized that he WANTED Squee.
Johnny looked again and the bright-eyed child. "I'll see what I can do, Squee. I need to kill-er, I need to DISCUSS a few things with your parents first. Then I can take you in. That okay?" Johnny asked. Squee smiled wide and nodded quickly.
"So.. you're my Daddy now? Should I call you Daddy, or Johnny? Or Nny? Or Daddy Nny?" Squee inquired. The name "Daddy Nny" struck him as adorable and funny, and he smiled at Squee. "Heh. Daddy Nny.. I guess call me whatever you want."
Squee jumped onto the desk and into Johnny's arms. As Squee hugged Johnny, Johnny was surprised and didn't know what to do for a moment. Then he slowly wrapped his thin arms around the boy and hugged him back.
Hugging this child gave him a happy feeling. He felt really happy. Like he accomplished something really important. And he wasn't only hugging a child.
He was hugging his own child.
*~*~*~*
Devi entered the huge building. She was sent here by Tenna. Tenna, the one who had her own strange problems. Tenna, who wouldn't shut up. Tenna, who had that evil Spooky doll. Tenna, who told her she should see a shrink.
Now Devi went up to the plump, wrinkly old lady behind the desk in front. "Um.. I need to see a shrink. Do I need to make an appointment, or.. something?" she asked, rubbing her arm.
The plump lady snorted and pressed a button on her telephone. "Hey Fred, we got any shrinks that are free right now?" she asked. Her voice was scratchy and low.
"Yeah, yeah, send the client to Room 777." (A/N: Ah. Room 777, huh? Who could that be..?)
Devi shrugged and walked through the halls, searching.
774..
775..
776..
777.
The door loomed before her, much taller and wider than it should be. This door could easily fit Anna Nicole Smith and Rosie O'Donnell side-by-side. (No offense to any fans of Miss Smith or Miss O'Donnell.)
She entered the room. "Hey, Mister, my friend sent me here and-"
She stopped talking abruptly when she saw who sat in the chair. She gasped and nearly shrieked.
Nny was equally shocked, but kind of pleased to have her here. What sort of problems did Devi D. have? He wondered.
Devi cautiously took her seat in front of the maniac. Johnny saw her fear. He stared coldly at her, undecided to whether he should treat her kindly or not.
"Look, Nny, this stays strictly professional.. I don't know why they'd have YOU as a shrink anyway, but since you are, I'm going to tell you my problems and you're going to fix them. Then I'll get up and run away for dear life."
Nny shrugged. "I can't just fix your problems so quickly. It takes time. Believe me, I should know. And besides.. I want to talk to you about things.."
Devi slowly slipped her hand into her purse, groping for the pepper spray. "I told you, Nny, this stays strictly.. professional.."
Before she could curl her fingers around the can, Nny leaned forward and gently took her wrist. "Not the pepper spray, Devi, please? That stuff really hurts my eyeballs. And besides, I'm not even trying to kill you yet, so I suggest you ease up."
"But the thought that you COULD kill me later on is supposed to be comforting?"
Nny shrugged. "I might let you escape. No.. I probably won't kill you. So put the spray away."
Devi took her hand out of her purse and put her purse on the floor. What am I DOING? She thought. I'm listening to a homicidal maniac!
"So, Devi, what's your problem?" Nny asked, swinging his boots onto the desk and folding his hands in his lap.
Devi knew her problem. Knew it well. It was beside the fact that Sickness still talked to her. No. This problem was much worse.
Devi bit her fingernails. She couldn't even tell Tenna what her problem was. She certainly couldn't tell Nny! Tenna was her closest friend, and she didn't even know about it..
"Well..?" Nny asked, waiting. He began to grow a little impatient. But he didn't say anything more in case Devi was just about to walk out. He wanted her to stay longer. Felt good to be around her again.
NO! Nny thought. Strictly professional. No feelings about her in this office. Strictly professional. Strictly.. professional..
Devi sighed and hesitated. She looked at Nny. For a lanky psychopath, he was so good-looking..
"Nny.."
"Uh-huh."
"I.. um.. there's something I need to tell you."
"I kinda assumed that."
"Well, I.."
"Really, Devi, just tell me. I won't hurt you, if that's why you're hesitating."
"I don't think you'll hurt me."
"Well, then, what?!"
"I love you."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Wish I owned Jhonen. But I don't. Yet. Heehee.
JOHNNY THE SHRINK CHAPTER TWO: CONFUSION/SECOND VISITOR
Johnny stared at the little boy in front of him. He was flattered and shocked at the same time. Flattered, because Squee would want him as a father. Shocked.. Because Squee would want him as a father.
But the little boy just stared up at him with large hopeful eyes. Johnny sighed.
"Um.. well, Squee, eh.."
Squee blinked and waited for Johnny's answer. Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. He was going to explain to Squee that, no, he could not be his father. But a pang of guilt stabbed his heart and he realized that he WANTED Squee.
Johnny looked again and the bright-eyed child. "I'll see what I can do, Squee. I need to kill-er, I need to DISCUSS a few things with your parents first. Then I can take you in. That okay?" Johnny asked. Squee smiled wide and nodded quickly.
"So.. you're my Daddy now? Should I call you Daddy, or Johnny? Or Nny? Or Daddy Nny?" Squee inquired. The name "Daddy Nny" struck him as adorable and funny, and he smiled at Squee. "Heh. Daddy Nny.. I guess call me whatever you want."
Squee jumped onto the desk and into Johnny's arms. As Squee hugged Johnny, Johnny was surprised and didn't know what to do for a moment. Then he slowly wrapped his thin arms around the boy and hugged him back.
Hugging this child gave him a happy feeling. He felt really happy. Like he accomplished something really important. And he wasn't only hugging a child.
He was hugging his own child.
*~*~*~*
Devi entered the huge building. She was sent here by Tenna. Tenna, the one who had her own strange problems. Tenna, who wouldn't shut up. Tenna, who had that evil Spooky doll. Tenna, who told her she should see a shrink.
Now Devi went up to the plump, wrinkly old lady behind the desk in front. "Um.. I need to see a shrink. Do I need to make an appointment, or.. something?" she asked, rubbing her arm.
The plump lady snorted and pressed a button on her telephone. "Hey Fred, we got any shrinks that are free right now?" she asked. Her voice was scratchy and low.
"Yeah, yeah, send the client to Room 777." (A/N: Ah. Room 777, huh? Who could that be..?)
Devi shrugged and walked through the halls, searching.
774..
775..
776..
777.
The door loomed before her, much taller and wider than it should be. This door could easily fit Anna Nicole Smith and Rosie O'Donnell side-by-side. (No offense to any fans of Miss Smith or Miss O'Donnell.)
She entered the room. "Hey, Mister, my friend sent me here and-"
She stopped talking abruptly when she saw who sat in the chair. She gasped and nearly shrieked.
Nny was equally shocked, but kind of pleased to have her here. What sort of problems did Devi D. have? He wondered.
Devi cautiously took her seat in front of the maniac. Johnny saw her fear. He stared coldly at her, undecided to whether he should treat her kindly or not.
"Look, Nny, this stays strictly professional.. I don't know why they'd have YOU as a shrink anyway, but since you are, I'm going to tell you my problems and you're going to fix them. Then I'll get up and run away for dear life."
Nny shrugged. "I can't just fix your problems so quickly. It takes time. Believe me, I should know. And besides.. I want to talk to you about things.."
Devi slowly slipped her hand into her purse, groping for the pepper spray. "I told you, Nny, this stays strictly.. professional.."
Before she could curl her fingers around the can, Nny leaned forward and gently took her wrist. "Not the pepper spray, Devi, please? That stuff really hurts my eyeballs. And besides, I'm not even trying to kill you yet, so I suggest you ease up."
"But the thought that you COULD kill me later on is supposed to be comforting?"
Nny shrugged. "I might let you escape. No.. I probably won't kill you. So put the spray away."
Devi took her hand out of her purse and put her purse on the floor. What am I DOING? She thought. I'm listening to a homicidal maniac!
"So, Devi, what's your problem?" Nny asked, swinging his boots onto the desk and folding his hands in his lap.
Devi knew her problem. Knew it well. It was beside the fact that Sickness still talked to her. No. This problem was much worse.
Devi bit her fingernails. She couldn't even tell Tenna what her problem was. She certainly couldn't tell Nny! Tenna was her closest friend, and she didn't even know about it..
"Well..?" Nny asked, waiting. He began to grow a little impatient. But he didn't say anything more in case Devi was just about to walk out. He wanted her to stay longer. Felt good to be around her again.
NO! Nny thought. Strictly professional. No feelings about her in this office. Strictly professional. Strictly.. professional..
Devi sighed and hesitated. She looked at Nny. For a lanky psychopath, he was so good-looking..
"Nny.."
"Uh-huh."
"I.. um.. there's something I need to tell you."
"I kinda assumed that."
"Well, I.."
"Really, Devi, just tell me. I won't hurt you, if that's why you're hesitating."
"I don't think you'll hurt me."
"Well, then, what?!"
"I love you."