I usually don't post new chapter's this fast.

But this story has been stuck in my head and now it's 8 years later, Emily's 12 and Squee's 16, also this is my first attempted at a songfic so bare with it.

There's many more surprises and loads of emotional stress.

I do not own JtHM or any Squee charcters just Emily and this story.

Also this is a freebie I won't be posting any chapters unless I get alot of reviews or flames don't care which.

Enjoy.


In the dark stillness of this winter night. The air chilled everything in it's path. But it had not done so to two figures. Both were very thin and quiet tall. Only one was taller than the other by no more than 3 or 4 feet. The 2 figures trudged through the dirty city streets. The were silent the only thing you heard was the sound of metal hitting concrete, there boots, the sound hummed as they approached they're destination. A raving dance club on the other side of the street. The two figures faced the club, the sweet silence still between them. Till.

"This the one?" A young feminine voice asked. The other nodded. "Yea... You ready?" A still young male voice asked the girl. She nodded. "Then lets go "dancing."" The boy said his voice cold and dripping with sarcasm. The girl grinned a evil grinned and followed the boy into the club.

Inside said club. Everyone was either dancing, making-out, or too high off there asses to do anything. Which was the perfect for the pair. Walking into the club silently and unnoticed. The very site of club made them want to projectile vomit at every cluber. They HATED these places, no they despised them, they were combinations of many things they hated. People and Alcohol, the girl cringed as a giant group of teenagers shoved her into a railing. "Watch it! Wacky bitch!" A high off his ass Jock exclaimed at her. She hissed. "I HATE THAT FUCKING WORD!" She thought. The boy helped her up. She glared at him. Basically asking, "Can we now?" the boy nodded. Making the girl grin widely. The boy ran one way as the girl ran the other way to the DJ station. "I'm gonna enjoy this!" The girl thought with glee as she hooked her phone up to the Stereos main sound grid. She played only one song.

The dance hall was suddenly filled with abnormally very loud shriek like guitar playing. The music was so loud people's heads started to explode from the extreme pressure the music caused inside there skulls. Some fell to the ground dead or mortally injured the rest were either stunned or instantly deaf. The song still played for a few minutes even after she had pulled her phone out of the wire socket, and put the phone back into her black jeans pocket. She climbed on top of the DJ stand, as the DJ laid on the floor dead from his head, literally, exploding. "I just love that song. Don't you Squee?" She asked looking over to the boy she had been with. Squee was standing over by a column in the middle of the room. "Considering I'm the one that got you into music, Emily, I'd have to say yes." Squee said to his sister. Emily grinned a sick grin and Squee grinned back. Crushing bones and organs as he stomped with his metal toed boots, to the center of the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen! We hoped you've enjoyed our nice little song!" Squee said looking at the still stunned dancers and club hoppers. "Cause It'll be the last one you'll ever hear!" Squee said throwing his trench coat open showing a large assortment of knives and other sharp weaponry.

When the people saw that. They down right lost it. Running around, screaming, searching for a way out. Squee grinned and pulled out a 3 foot knife with a smiley face on the blades end. Emily pulled out the exact same knife and jumped onto a blond boy, the one that had called her wacky very quickly slitting his throat, then ran to the right slicing and dicing victims like the useless bags of meat they were. Squee attacked the left side with a knife and a scythe blade in hand. He sliced a man right down the middle, "What a Bloody mess." Squee thought as the mans entrails fell to the floor in a pile. Emily dodged one mans attacks and kicked him straight in the face with her steel toed boot, slicing and smashing half the mans face in. Squee pulled out a saw from his trench coat. "EMMY! SWITCH ME BLADES!" Squee commanded. Emmy tossed Squee her smiley face knife and caught the saw, then quickly went back to slicing all her victims to pieces. Squee jumped down infront of his victims. Both knives in hand he covered his chest with his arms with the knives pointing down wards. Then looked up swiftly grinning a cheshire cat grin. He mauled every one. Quick and easy. He sliced one girls face in two, stabbed another in the gut, pried the eyeballs out of mans head using the back of the knives. Emily smashed the last victims face in with the metal of her boots. Squee grinned at Emily. Emmy huffed, momentarily out of breath. Squee examined some of her victims as she caught her breath. Emily was much more personal with her killings. She liked getting them close enough to do more precise "damage". Squee's grin grew into a very wicked smile. He walked over to where Emily was standing. Finally able to breath right, Emily looked up at Squee. "You did good Emmy. Very good very very good." Squee said proud while patting Emily head. Emily smiled. "Been practicing." She said proudly. "But I'm not as good as Dad." She said her tone and mood suddenly turned depressed. Squee shook his head. "No no. If dad was here right now he'd be so proud of you." Squee assured. "Really?" She asked. "Really." Squee said with a nod. Emmy was silent for a bit. "Ok." She said sweetly. Squee gave her his hand. She took it and they walked out of the club blood sprayed on there clothes and bits of flesh and organs on there boots.

They walked through the snow leaving dark red footprints in the once clean white snow as they trudged onward. They didn't stop till they had made it to their small shack like home. Squee unlocked the door to they're 3 didgit heaven numbered home. The house was still the same, nothing about it had changed at all, only now that the streets and around it were absent of any snow. The rotting corpses that were under the front yard had kept the ground warm through the long winter months. The two walks in silent, Squee went to get a shower, Emily waited on the couch for her turn. The interior of the home hadn't changed either. Other than it had many more paintings hanging all around the house. Emily sighed and hugged her knees to her chest. She looked around the room. Nothing here ever changed. She looked down at the floor with sad eyes. Then a small cockroach crawled out from under the shadows of the Television set. Emmy sat normally and crouched down to the insect. "Hi Mr. Samsa. I haven't seen you in a while." Emily said in a half sad tone. She laid her hand down flat, palm up for the insect, Mr. Samsa seemed hesitant afraid of being killed... Again. "Don't worry Mr. Samsa I won't be killing you. Tonight... I think your presence is very much needed..." Emily said her sadness growing. Mr. Samsa crawled onto Emily's hand. Emmy stood up and sat back on the couch with Mr. Samsa resting very still on her hand. Emily sat still waiting for Squee to get done. She looked down at her clothes as Mr. Samsa crawled down her arm to her shoulder. The clothes she had on now were a black t shirt that had a picture of Nailbunny and the infamous Z?, her dads sign on the front, purple and black striped leggings, and her changeable skirt her father Johnny had made her when she was 4. Right now it was a dark lavender and had black teardrop shaped lace all round the hem and the words "Please Save me." On the left side, and black and purple metal toed boots. Her hair was now a dark navy blue, it always stuck out, had black tips at the end, and was at a medium length now. Emily was now 12 and next month would be her birthday. She closed her eyes tight, trying to hold back tears. Then she heard the sound of a door open and close meaning that Squee was down showering. Emily picked Mr. Samsa up by his thorax and sat the insect down gently on the couch. "Now don't you go anywhere. I think he would want you there too." Emily said depressed. Mr. Samsa lowered his back legs in a sitting position, like a dog. "Good." Emmy said as she walked out of the living room to the bathroom. "Time for a bath." Emmy said.

Squee had gotten a quick shower and changed out of his bloody clothes. Before he had been wearing a dark blue long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and his blue metal toed boots. Now he was dressed in a black long sleeved shirt that changed saying and pictures, black gloves, dark navy jeans, and his boots. Squee was 16 now, and his hair had grown out some his hair was now in his face some and was dyed blue at the tips. Squee heard the shower running again meaning Emily was washing off the blood. Squee sighed and sat on his bed. He glanced over at one wall in his black painted room. The wall was completely covered in pictures, posters, and drawings, a art desk and lamp were against the wall as well. The pictures were all from years ago. When Squee was a small little Squeegee, as his father would've put it as. Squee was 8 or 10 at the time when most of those photos were taken, they were all of the three of them doing funny stupid things or watching Nny kill some sick bastard in the basement. Squee stood up and over to the art desk. Lying on the desk was a black leather book, his Die-ary, sticking out of the book was a old polaroid photo. Squee opened his Die-ary and picked up the photo. It was his favorite photograph, it was a photo of his 8th birthday that day Nny had given Squee his own Die-ary. Johnny and Squee were sitting on Squee's old window sill and just talking while Squee held Shmee and the Die-ary in his hands tightly. Nny had taken Squee to Bloaty's Pizza Hog. Even though he had killed the guy in the giant Bloaty the Pizza Hog costume, and SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF this one girl with purple spike like hair and a skull necklace to the point where she was chasing them around the restaurant a million times with a loaded shot gun. Till a boy with scythe like hair had tried to stop her and gotten himself shot in the head did they manage to escape, but still it was one of the most happiest memories Squee had. Just because Johnny had done it and all for him, sure it wasn't planned like it should've been, but it was still his happiest. Squee closed his eyes tightly, placed the photo back in it's place and closed the book. Squee grabbed a guitar case from the corner of the room and walked out into the living room waiting for Emily.

Emily got out of the shower while Squee was changing and walked into her room. Emily changed into a white and black striped top, her skirt was now white and had red splattered all around the hem to look like blood splatter and red around the elastic, she put on old blue jeans and her boots. Emmy sighed. Her room had changed over the years unlike the rest of the house. It was a mixture of black and purple, she had some furniture which consisted of a bed, a small dresser with a crack mirror and black curtains around it, a easel and a art desk and chair. She let out a small sob and sat on the floor with her back against her bed. "You miss him?" A small voice asked concerned. Emmy turned and faced three floating stuffed animals, her voices, Trish, Britney, and Shyly. Trish a floating green dog with makeup around her eyes and lips and black wings. Britney a blond cheerleader doll that had half her body stabbed into or burned, was floating with the power of pure evil bitch hate. Shyly was a Emo girl donkey with a long blue main and a torn up tail, who rarely talked. Emily stood and nodded at Trish. "Oh how I wish I could make the pain leave you my friend." Trish said sincere and rested her small black paw on her shoulder. "He was a wacko! A fucking prick! Wacky!" Britney insulted, instantly pissing Emily off. Emmy pulled out a knife and stabbed it into Britney's face, holding her into the wall. "YOU SHUT UP YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOW I FEEL YOU BITCH!" Emily screamed at the doll. The doll grinned and stayed silent. Emily felt hot tears in her eyes and her frown cutting into her skin like a 1000 knives. Shyly stayed quiet but felt bad for Emily, being shy she didn't know how to speak out at all without either getting beaten or passing out from anxiety. "Emmy she's just being-" Trish started to say. "SHUT THE HELL UP TRISH IM IN NO MOOD FOR YOUR KNOW IT ALL RANTS!" Emily screamed tears about to fall from her eyes. Emily grabbed her black and grey back pack and a 3 pack of Cherry Fizz Wizz. Emmy walked out into the living room and up to Squee.

Squee looked at his sister sad face with Mr. Samsa on his shoulder. Emmy looked at Squee in tears. Squee stood up and hugged Emily. Emily let out another sob but quickly sucked it in. Squee slung his guitar case on his shoulder, making sure not to squish . Together Squee, Emily, and Mr. Samsa walked out to the back yard.

The backyard was like the front yard absent of snow, but not because millions of rotting corpses were under the ground. The two kids always made sure to shovel the snow out of this side of the yard. They walked towards a medium sized tree the only tree that ever blossomed. At the foot of the tree was a black marble grave stone. Still as smooth as the night it was planted, his name was readable and printed in brilliant cursive lettering. All that the grave said was "Here lies Johnny C. Beloved father and friend. We'll never forget you..." Both kids kneeled down in front of the grave. Emily placed the Cherry Fizz Whizz on the ground and unzipped her back pack. She pulled out a small thin black box. Squee pulled out one of the Cherry Fizz Whizzes out of the holder placed it next to the grave. "We remembered they were your favorite..." Squee said in a depressed tone. Emmy zipped her bag back up. She opened the box and pulled out a black rose. "I know you were never one for floral things... But I thought you'd like it cause it's black..." Emmy said her voice breaking as she places the rose in front of the grave stone. Squee looked at Emily in tears. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Squee sucked in a breath. "I-I want to give him something too." Squee said broken and opened his guitar case. He pulled out a midnight blue Gibson acoustic guitar. It was one of the only 2 guitars Squee actually owned. Squee pulled a piece of note book paper out of his boot and unfolded it on his pants leg. "I wrote this or you. I only regret that you'll never hear it in person." Squee said. He sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled it. He started strumming some small sad sounding notes on the guitar. The notes continued for a moment sounding almost exactly like they're tears had that one night all those years ago, that one night, the night they lost everything.

Hey dad.

I'm writing to you

Not to tell you

That I still hate you

Just to ask you

How you feel

And how we fell apart

How this fell apart

Squee sang softly, trying to keep his emotions from making him breakdown in tears. Emily listened patiently hugging her knees to her chest with Mr. Samsa sitting on her knee.

Are you happy out there

In this great wide world?

Do you think about your son?

Do you miss your little girl?

When you lay your head down

How do you sleep at night?

Do you even wonder if were alright?

Squee paused for a moment to wipe his tears away. Emily inhaled a breath feeling her tears starting to slowly slide down her pale face, making her eyeliner and eyeshadow smear and run down her face. But she could care less if her makeup was messed up or not. She felt so sick and broken but no one cared whether she was or not.

But were alright

Were alright

Lightly strumming, Squee looked at the grave, he breathed in and out trying to calm himself to continue the song.

It's been a long hard road

Without you by my side

Why weren't you there the nights that we cried?

You broke our mothers heart

You broke your children for life

It's not okay

But were alright.

I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes

But those are just a long loss memory of mine

I've spent so many years learning how to survive

Now in writing just to let you know I'm still alive.

The days I've spent cold so hungry

Were full of hate

I was so angry

The scars run deep in this tattooed body

There's things I'll take

To my grave

But I'm okay

I'm okay

It's been a long hard road

Without you by my side

Why weren't you there the nights that we cried?

You broke our mothers heart

You broke your children for life

It's not okay

But were alright.

I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes

But those are just a long loss memory of mine

I've spent so many years learning how to survive

Now in writing just to let you know I'm still alive.

I'm still alive.

Sometimes I forgive

Sometimes I'll admit

That I miss you

Said I miss you

It's been a long hard road

Without you by my side

Why weren't you there the nights that we cried?

You broke our mothers heart

You broke your children for life

It's not okay

But were alright.

I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes

But those are just a long loss memory of mine

I've spent so many years learning how to survive

Now in writing just to let you know I'm still alive.

Squee stopped strumming the guitar. He wiped his thumb and fore finger over his eyes. Trying to keep himself from crying. Emily whimpered slightly. "Go on." She hiccuped. Squee looked at Emmy and nodded. Strumming the notes once more he sang.

And sometimes I forgive

And this time I'll admit

That I miss you...

I miss you...

He looked up at the star filled sky.

"Hey Dad..." He sang and played the final guitar note.

Emily let out a shuttered breath and used her shirt sleeve to wipe her eyes. Squee wiped his eyes with his shirt, letting out a heart felt sob. Both teens looked back at the grave, Emily gently brushed her hand over his name. "I wish you were here... We miss you daddy but we've both been good and we haven't gotten caught... People are still as unpleasant as they were before you died... And there seems to be no end to people's prejudice or hate... But we'll make it..." Emily said her voice cracking slightly. Squee nodded as if he was looking at his fathers face instead of a tombstone. They stayed for a few more minutes just talking about old memories and enjoy the Cherry Fizz Whizzes. The sky turned black and the moon shown so bright and full this night. Once there Fizz Whizzes were finished. Squee put the guitar back in it's case and locked it. He stood up with the case on his shoulder. He took one step then turned to Emily who hadn't move from her crouched position. "Emmy? You coming?" Squee asked. Emmy nodded and stood up. She sighed and turned to face Squee. Squee looked at Emmy's sad eyes. Squee shook his head slightly and placed a hand in her shoulder and squeezed her shoulder. They walked back into there home leaving Mr. Samsa in the black gravestone.

Memories of the aftermath of their father's death filled them. Right after there father had died Child Protective Services had tried to take them from there home. But after about 70 of the CPS were killed/tortured they finally stopped coming. Afterwards things just got worse for the kids emotional health. They were more depressed then Johnny ever was after having a talk with Psychodoughboy. They had even tried killing themselves a year after Nny died. Pretty standard a rope hangman's noose, but when they both walked off there chairs holding hands, the ropes broke resulting in only large bumps on the head and incredibly sore and itchy necks. They had tried and tried and tried. Again and again hoping to die. But the soon realized it was no use, no matter what attempted at suicide they had tried, they just wouldn't die. They were still unsure as to why that couldn't die. But it didn't matter anymore, this was god's way of torturing them for absolutely no god damn reason.

The brother and sister went into there own rooms. Neither of them tired from the day. They were too full of pain and memories to sleep not this night. For though it did not matter if they slept or not, since both if them detested sleep much like their only parent. Both had developed insomnia as the years and depression grew, they both tried to be like Johnny in there own ways. Emily embraced the creative and hurt side her father had once possessed. The girl couldn't paint and draw quiet masterfully. She could rival any famous artist and better much like her father had done as a young man. Sadly the girl was very emotional and was very prone to mental breakdowns, a condition, she would often take medication for. They only kept the breakdowns from happening often, not eliminating them.

Truth both children had grown many mental problems and conditions. To many to even write. Squee could care less about his, the only one he was worried about was his sisters mental health. He spared no expense for her medication, he even payed for the therapist she saw 4 times a week, none helped though. No treatment, and no medication could help stop the girls pain, it only numbed it and to an extent, the only thing that stopped it was killing. She would do it not just because they deserved it, just to find a way out of this horrible horrible pain.

Emily laid on her side in field position. She didn't even bother to change out of her clothes. She only pulled off her boots and sat them by the door. She stayed silent, she didn't dare move. She just laid on her bed, feeling as if she was being watched by a million inhuman eyes, she felt so exposed and naked. Even though she was covered by the bleak darkness of the shadows that were covering her room. She felt so alone... She felt as though she had been raped. Although she had NEVER really experienced such a devastating thing. This feeling was so close to it. It made her sick and she felt as though she would projectile vomit out of every orfice any minute, if this feeling stayed any longer, she couldn't bear it.

Taking no time to spare she ran to the bathroom. Her body lurched forward into the white porcelain bowl. She coughed once she felt her stomach had calmed itself, for the moment, then she felt a gentle rubbing sensation on her back. She turned and faced her brothers worried face. Emily sighed then her body lurched out again, more violently then the first. Squee moved Emily's navy blue hair and held it out of the way in a gentle fist and rubbed her back as she lost her stomach in the toilet. "Easy Emmy easy." Squee said as Emily finished. Squee let go Emily's hair, stood up, and filled a small cup full of water. Emily coughed and slumped against the wall next to the toilet. Squee handed Emily the cup. "Here drink this. It'll help." He said concern in his tone. Emily took the cup with both hands and drank steadily. Squee placed his hand on Emily's forehand and gently felt her cheeks with the back of his fingers. "Your really warm Emmy. What did you do?" Squee asked worriedly as Emily swallowed. "I don't know. I was on my bed and then I felt sick and I ran in here." Emmy said. Squee ran his fingers through Emily's hair, petting her, trying to keep her comforted. "Go sleep on the couch. That way I can get to you quicker in case you get sick again." Squee instructed stern. Emmy shook her head. "No it was just once. I promise I won't get sick again." Emmy said. "No Emmy your really warm and pale. Go on the couch now." Squee ordered stern. Emily sighed and slowly stood up and walked a even slower pace to the living room. Squee sighed and flushed the toilet. He walked out into the living room as Emily laid on the couch watching TV.

Squee walked over to the kitchen area of the room, opened the pulled out a cup and two bottles. He mixed the contents of the two bottles, Jasmine tea and Liquid Pukeatoyl, into the cup and added hot water. He took the cup over to Emily. "Here drink this and only this no food." He said handing her the medicine tea. "Ok." Emily said sitting up taking the cup. She took one sip. "Eww it taste worse than piss!" Emily gagged. Making Squee chuckle. "How would you know what piss tastes like?" Squee chuckled. "We've had some pretty fucked up childhoods if you hadn't noticed Todd." Emily said. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took another swig of the tea. Emily coughed. "Ugh you didn't have any coffee?" She asked wiping her mouth. Squee shook his head. "No. Were all out of black coffee beans and bread. We'll have to go to the store tomorrow." Squee said. Emily was silent and lightly sipped her piss tea. Squee smiled slightly and rubbed her head. "You stay out here and holler if you need me." Squee said. "Okay?" He asked. "Ok." Emily said in a small voice, paying more attention to the TV. Squee chuckled lightly. "Good night Emily... I love you." Squee said as he was about to enter his room. "Loves you too." Emily said back.

Squee shut the door but made sure to keep his door cracked. Squee sat at his art desk and looked outside of his slightly boarded up window. Looking up at the night sky. His mind wandering to many things. The main his past. His past in the beginning was very very horrible. Countless alien abductions, bullying, teasing, and all around pain made his childhood an endless nightmare. All of the horrors and evil he saw, constantly, nearly mentally scarred him. "Just think of me as your own personal Trauma- Sponge.." Shmee's words repeated themselves in his skull. Squee let out a sharp growl. Remembering the evil bear that had made his childhood a living hell. Johnny was right all those years ago. Shmee had lied to Squee, constantly, about everything. It was true the that stuffed piece of cloth was as he had said a "Trauma-Sponge." But he wasn't really trying to help Squee at all. All he was doing was trying to do was absorb the innocence Squee had once had as a frightened boy. Apparently had more than any other child on the Earth. He still had some left but it was very limited. Once Squee had realized the stuffed bear's trickery he burned him, along with his old house, he burned everything to ground. To Squee it meant rebirth; he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, he wasn't afraid anymore, there was no reason to be afraid. That night Squee had left his old childhood and entered a new one with Nny. One where he was actually cared for and he cared back. Squee's thoughts were broken by the phone ringing. Squee turned his head and picked up the phone off his desk. "Weird no one ever calls here?" Squee thought. "Hello? Hmm um no haven't seen her sorry. Bye." Squee said and hung up. "Dumbass cops." Squee breathed. Squee then felt a gust of wind hit the back of his head. He turned and saw a Cherry Freezy on his desk. "Nice." Squee said and took a sip of the Freezy. He then noticed a note on the Freezy. The note said only. "I thought a midnight snack would cheer you up. M." Squee smiled a small smiled and sipped the Frezzy while drawing a picture of a angel with a axe in her hand.

It may have been 8 years since that night and pain is ever lasting. You shall not feel bad for them though they will soon realize truth, and will unexpectedly gain back what they've been denied. The love of a family.


Sad and sweet at the same time.

So now you see that Emily and Squee are murders just like Johnny did, although Emily seems to suffer from severe depression and tramua.

If your wondering who left Squee the Frezzy that'll be revealed in the next chapter.

Also the song is "Emotionless" by Good Charlotte, it seemed pretty close to matching Squee's feeling about Nny as a father figure in my mind.

Hope you enjoyed it.