Hello! Err..yes! After practically a year I have updated this story! My apologies for taking so damn long. I have no excuse, except that I started this story at a very inopportune time. It was hard balancing out these stories with my schoolwork, college isn't exactly a cake-walk, ya know? But I will try to update more frequently since after reading JtHM once more I have new inspiration for the story. So excuse me if this chapter is a bit wordy, but...erg. Plot development can sometimes be a bitch. SO! Without further adu, here is chapter three of my Johnny the Homicidal Maniac fanfiction. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: So I don't own Squee or Shmee but the evil Demon, Herbert is of my own creation. Yay.

Chapter 3: Sad Little Squee/ Evil Demon Man Guy

"Mooooommmmyyyy!" A high-pitched screech echoed from the small room at the back of the seemingly normal house.

Squee jolted up from his bed, his little squee-sized body drenched in sweat. He had another nightmare, one even his best friend Shmee couldn't take away. His lips trembled as he called for his mother again. No answer. He took a glance at the window. Ever since the spooky neighbor man came back from his "holiday" things have been a little quieter in Squee's life, weird huh?

He contemplated leaving the safe haven of his bed to go look for his mom since his loveless father was busy at work. Semi-quiet scratches and moans seethed through the floorboards of his bedroom, noises that Squee had grown used to because of all the bodies that were under there filling the tunnel that Nny had created. He snatched his stitched up bear and walked down the dark hallway. Cowering in fear, he stood in front of his parents' bedroom door. Even being in his own house gave the little Squee the shivers and shakies of terror! Again, in a shaky voice, he calls out to his mother softly as he opened the door.

"Mommy?" he called, eyes wide.

The room was dark, and smelled like something that Squee never smelled before. It was gross and stinky like a mildew covered cheeseburger stuffed in a sweaty gym-sock. In the corner of the room there was a flickering flame and what looked like three shadowed figures surrounding it. One of them turned, eyes red in the darkness.

"Squee!" He squeaked, clutching Shmee for dear life.

The other two figures turned, their eyes red as well.

OH NO! DEMONS! , he thought.

Shaking tremendously, Squee ran out of the room back to his own bed, locking the door and hiding under the covers.

–Back in the parental bedroom-

"God damnnit! Why is it so dark in here?"

The light was switched on and the three "demons" were actually two middle-aged women and a man, one of whom was Squee's mother. The male druggie stuck his arm with another needle of the concoction they made over the fire.

"Who was the brat?" He asked.

"Oh…just some kid that comes in and out sometimes. Nobody really loves him or takes care of him. He's so worthless, I'd hate to be his mother." His own mother replied, lost in her own acid-trip.

"How sad!" the other woman said as they all laughed and continued shooting themselves up with shit.

Squee's eyes flooded with tears as he let them fall onto Shmee's tattered fur.

"Maybe…maybe you're right, Shmee. Maybe Mommy and Daddy don't really love me at all. They just let me live here because they are at least human enough to not let me rot out in the street. Or be taken away by a hobo with corn in his hair." He sniffed, poking his head out of the blanket.

"At least the scary neighbor…Johnny, talks to me. At least he acknowledges my existence."

Just by the mere mention of his name, Squee shook a little bit. But he thought long and hard and came to the conclusion that Johnny wasn't so bad…once you looked over the whole homicidal maniac thing. He smiled at the memory of when he favored the name 'Squee' instead of 'Todd'. The moon rose slowly and the sky seemed to be getting darker. Squee heard footsteps echo the lonely street and jumped toward the window.

"Whew." He sighed with relief when he discovered it wasn't flesh-eating alien zombie clowns but only Johnny.

Squee made sure that he wouldn't be able to see him so he hid himself a little. He noticed that Johnny looked a bit upset by the way he was walking; his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet.

"He must either REALLY like his boots or…something's bothering him." Squee contemplated thoughtfully.

He caught a last glimpse of Johnny as he looked up longingly at the night sky and stepped into his house. Squee huffed as he put a stubby finger to his chin in thought. "Shmee…" he started. "Let's go see what Johnny is up to."

After putting on his shoes, Squee and his teddy bear climbed out the window and made their way to the scary-neighbor-man's house for a visit.

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The smell of moldy churritos and smoke filled the abyss that lingered in the area of Hell. Towering sky-scrapers and busy streets with expensive cars and thoughtless people occupied the newest extension of the urban habitat. Yet, separated from the human occupants of Hell, on the far side of the city is a plain-looking building. A plain sign atop the plain sliding doors read: HELL. INC. It's rather plain.

Inside the building, are cubicles with demons typing vigorously at computers. Yet, these demons aren't the spooky ones that you would see in your nightmares. These are the diluted (if you will) versions of your terrors. Yes, they can be spooky…when they want too. But here at Hell Inc. , they need to maintain a professional image so they have the appearance of humanoids with colored skin, various spikes, scales, talons and such.

Past the watercooler room and the copy room is a lone cubical, outcast because of how unpopular the demon employee inside of it is. A demon hula-girl toy is swishing her hula skirt and there is a mini waterfall thing that people usually buy but never actually use so they put in the corner where nobody can see it, on the small desk. The nametag read "HELLO, MY NAME IS: HERBERT" on the loose fitting white button-up shirt. The demon wearing the shirt, as we now know as Herbert, (what a silly name for a demon! HAHA!) typed away furiously, hating his life. His job was to catalogue all the new entries for the people entering Hell and for the past several years, there were many humans that were coming from one town, dozens at a time. This intrigued him but he gave it no more thought when his stomach checked his watch; it was Hell-forty-five, time for his break. Exasperated, he left the cubicle and made his way to the cafeteria.

He was a lanky excuse for a demon, even in his spooky form, the other demons laughed at him for not being spooky enough. They said he was as spooky as a five year-old girl dressed up as a bunny. And that's not very spooky. He loosened his tie as he past the watercooler, over hearing some co-worker demons gossiping about some murderer from the top-side, the Overworld.

"Someone from the Living?" gasped a demon with beehive style hair and pink overly done demon claws.

"That HAS to be impossible! At least EVERY human has some sanity in them!"

Another demon shook their head. "No no, not this one. I heard that he killed a guy, with only a rubber band and a paper clip!"

Yet another demon chimed in," Who cares HOW he does it? What matters is the numbers he brings in here! He surpasses so many serial killers, even Thug Behram himself!"

Herbert stopped in his tracks to take a listen. This…this might be what I need! , he thought.

"But why does he kill all these people? I've heard that he doesn't even know the people he killed!"

A rather plump looking demon put his own two cents in, "I heard from the big D-man himself…that this kid…is a WASTELOCK."

Suddenly a crowd of more than ten demons crowded around the fat one.

"Really?"

"A kid?"

"How impressive!"

"I wonder if he'll fuck a demon.."

The fat one raised his hand in silence. "Now…this human is very fragile despite his intelligence and hostility. We can't continue talking about him like this for fear that Senor Diablo will find out."

"Well, why would he be bothered by us talking about the killer human?"

The fat demon answered slowly, "Because he is DANGEROUS. And it is no business of ours to be interfering with the topside."

A demon stopped him with one last question before the fat demon-supervisor left the room.

"Well what's his name! At least tell us that!"

An eerie silence filled the room, you could hear a pin drop.

"Johnny C."

Herbert, with a big fanged smile on his face, ran back to his cubicle forgetting about his empty belly.

"Finally! This might be my chance to prove my worth! To overthrow that stupid Senor Diablo and make Hell what it should be! A firey abyss with souls wretching and begging for a chance to repent against the sins that they did when they were alive! All I needed was a specimen. One specimen to gain insight…he shall be my Alpha!"

Herbert continued to monologue as he went on the search database to find out this Johnny C.'s current location.

"My life of solitude will NOT be in vain! All the years of planning, creating a vicious demon army that will scourge the land of the Overworld and all will tremble in fear of me! But wait…I cannot be feared with the name 'Herbert'. Hmm…I guess I could change it to— "

The computer beeped with a search result of Johnny's location. The monitor's light reflected off of Herbert's glasses, the thought of changing his name slowly leaving his thoughts as excitement grew. He smiled evilly and began to laugh...evilly.

"At last I will be looked down upon no more! Let my army begin! Johnny C.! Beware! For Herbert the Demon will soon be at your doorstep and let Hell begin it's reign in the Overworld! Mwahahaha! Hahaha! Buah-hahaha!"

He was standing on top of his desk, hands clenched in victory. When he opened his eyes he saw his collegues staring at him in disbelief.

"Shut up, Herbert!"

So the ending probably sucks, I know. But as I said before, PLOT DEVELOPMENT! There should be more action in the next chapter, which I have already outlined! And that means that it should be up in no more than a week. I am rusty at this "fictional writing" as all I have been writing recently are research reports and the like. So please feel free to review and tell me what you liked or what needed work. I'd appreciate it! Thank you,

-K.G.