A/N: Sorry it's taking me so long to update this story. Or any other story that isn't complete. I am in the middle of a very large project on my DeviantArt involving a weekly-updated comic starring Jeff the Killer And Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. I'm a little under a hundred pages in and I'm looking at an estimated 100 to go. I don't think that estimate includes this Halloween special I plan on doing at some point.

Ch. 4: Even Insanity Has Morals

"I think that alien has some serious emotional issues." Nny commented when he arrived on the ground floor of his murder shack. Devi looked up.

"You could feel it, too?" Devi asked and Johnny nodded in affirmative. They would sense this of course-waste-locks are in their core, the janitors of all negative energy. They could easily find anyone who has too much hate in them, and they feel an odd pressure around people who bottle up their sadness.

"Mr. Alien Man looked kind of sad." Squee said. "Should I make him a teddy?" Nny smiled at the younger boy's blind kindness.

"If you want, SqueeGee," Johnny said. "I'm sure he'd love it." Squee got up and left to his room where he would stay as long as it takes to make the alien in the basement a teddy worthy enough to make him happy.

"Johnny, do you think we should let him go?" Devi asked. "I mean, he doesn't really belong here."

"You're right but I think that I should run some errands first," He smiled, "And when I get back, we'll make him some dinner as an apology and then we can let him go, maybe even escort him back to his nice little space-ship." And with that, Johnny left.

Meanwhile in the TARDIS...

"We have to call her." Amy said in a no-nonsense manner.

"I know, I know," Rory sighed, anxiously running a hand through his messy hair. "He should have called us days ago...but maybe we should wait-?"

"No! No more waitin' Rory!" Amy's accent was even more prominent when she was mad. "We know she'll rip apart the town looking for 'im and tear these 'Waste-Locks' a new one, but he's worth it, eh? So why don't we give her a ring, ya' know, call 'er up?"

Rory looked to his wife and with the look of determination he usually reserves for when he is in his Centurion outfit, as he reached out for the phone.

Johnny was strolling down the sidewalk, with some groceries in hand. Some fruits and veggies for little Squee so he could get all of his vitamins and be healthy, and some skettios, cherry fizz-wiz, and ingredients for Chinese food and tacos.

Suddenly a woman took a step and blocked his path. She was curvy and had lots of sandy-blonde tight ringlets. "Hello, sweetie." She said with a sweet smile that seemed...to be threatening him...?

"Um, excuse me miss, but uh...I need to get by." Johnny said politely.

She stood her ground and continued to smile that terrifyingly sweet smile. Johnny moved to walk around her, when he got a sudden wave of pure rage from the woman. He stopped dead in his tracks, the feeling overwhelming him.

The anger hung so thick in the air, Johnny was tempted to cough up whatever he had breathed in. River on the other hand was feeling rather queasy from the distortion coming off of the man, but she stood her ground, the anger in her chest kept her from hunching over and vomiting.

Johnny began to get frustrated, "Excuse me, but miss I have to get home so I can feed my girlfriend and son." Even though that last word was a lie he still felt it was the truth as he treated him like a son and took better care of him than his real parents. "Oh, and we have a nice visitor over as well." A visitor that was there against their will is still technically a visitor.

River's face slipped into shock for a split second, but then an idea formed in her mind and the smile was back. "Oh, really? Do you mind if I come over? I was looking for my husband so maybe he wandered off in that direction." Johnny gave a highly skeptical look but agreed, there was no real reason for him to want to kill her, and the anger was something that would raise his guard, not piss him off.

"Alright." He continued to walk home, the anger in her presence never leaving. He figured that if she got a little too close he could start running and take a bunch of different routes through the alleys to lose her. Yes, that would work. Soon enough, he could feel her practically breathing on his neck.

That was too close, so he made sure he was gripping the groceries tightly before taking off, turning immediately turning down an alley, he sprinted for three blocks in a straight line before suddenly turning to the right, he ran across the street, knowing that the cars wouldn't hit him. Down the sidewalk on the opposite side of where he had been he ran, before turning to the right yet again and down two more blocks, he turned his head and saw that he had lost her.

He quickly made his way home and when he entered he found the Doctor sitting on the couch and holding the teddy Squee had quickly made for him. Even though Squee worked as quickly as possible to make the toy, it was still quite nicely made.

"I named him Roosevelt because that's how these actually got the name teddy-bear." The Doctor told Todd. Johnny smiled and the Doctor finally noticed he was here.

"Oh, hello Nny!" He said rather cheerfully.

"Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for everything we've done, it's ju-"

"No need to apologize, Devi explained what you had trouble telling me, and she also said you were going to let me eat dinner with you as a way of apology." The Doctor smiled, now knowing that these Wastelocks were actually a rare mutation that would likely not spread any further than it already had. And he had also been told-by one of the 'voices' no less-that the things they do is just to keep other humans from getting sick from wading through the emotional sewage they let out.

"Ah, well I'm glad," he said walking away from the door just in time for it to slam open and have a curvy woman with golden ringlets walk through.

"River!" The Doctor said getting out of his seat on the couch to greet his wife. "I had no idea that you were invited for dinner as well." He smiled before hugging her.

"Dinner?" She replied in an astonished fashion. "I'm here to save you!"

"What? No need for saving, not anymore at least. You see, these people are completely harmless-and an endangered species. They also adopted that little boy over there who made me this." He said, pointing to the boy before holding up the bear.

"Well, that's all well and good but do you have any idea how worried Amy and Rory have been?"

The Doctor thought about that for a moment. "Oh, well I am very sorry for worrying them. How about you call them up? That way we can all enjoy dinner together!"

River didn't really believe anything that she was hearing, but she called Rory and Amy over for dinner anyway.

A/N: This will be the second to last chapter, I'll try to wrap it up at my earliest convenience because I feel like I've dragged this around for too long now, I also am working on two other fanfics in progress and the start of a 'novelization' of my semi-popular web comic Jeffy And Johnny. Which, if you like Jeff the Killer, and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac-or either one because I'd like to think I do a pretty good job of capturing their character as well as describe their stories in comic-then you'll most likely like the comic. Just look up Jeffy and Johnny up on DeviantArt.