Some people want to know what drove Johnny to be so violent, so crazy, so depressed. It's simple really: he couldn't vent.
All his creativity was stolen by the doughboys so instead of letting his emotion spill out into his art, it ended up exploding into the chest cavity of some unsuspecting victim. Bottling emotions isn't good. The dooughboys are gone now, but sadly the damage is irreversible. He will probably always be the psychopath that we all know and love. However, with no one around to steal his creativity, he can paint again, and that's the first thing he did after he got bandaged up.
He didn't paint for very long before he quit. On the canvas was one lonely, jagged, hurt filled line. Black against the white of the canvas. One day after Johnny is long and dead it will be found. People will marvel at the beauty of that line. They will stare at it and wonder how someone could get so much anguish in one paint stroke. People will relate to it, remembering their worst
heartbreaks, and their saddest memories. No one will ever know that the anguish expressed in the painting was much more physical than emotional.
A gunshot wound in your drawing arm will do that.
Either way it's a fucking masterpiece.
Johnny was currently sitting on his couch. His knees were tucked to his chest. His eyes, barely visible over his legs, were focused on the painting. Those eyes were really off.
After an hour and a half of staring, Todd entered Johnny's shack. Knocking was way too formal after all the years that they've
known each other. In Todd's hands was a medical kit.
"Hey Nny. It's time to change your bandages."
"Already? You usually wait longer before stitching me up."
"Yeah, well you usually don't get shot either. What did you do before I was here to give you medical attention?"
Johnny had to think about this for a while. He couldn't imagine life without his helpful little Squee, much less remember it.
"I don't remember. How'd you get so good at first aid Squee?"
"I lived next to you for five years. I've had practice."
With that he pulled Johnny's shirt up over his head. Todd was probably the only person in the world who could get away with that.
After the bandages had been replaced. Todd sat down next to Johnny to ask a very serious question.
"Nny... Do you know what uhh... what happened to... I mean did you kil-"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Someone was at the door.
A/N my bad everybody. I took way to long to write this measly little chapter.
It's NOT Raxzo's fault.