+Do you think you'll recall this really happened?

*What do you mean?

+That all of this happened. I want to know what you think.

*…No.

Squee found a book he liked at the end of the day, and Devi asked me if I wanted to hang out with her and her friend went she got around to… You know, getting out of her house without freaking out. She didn't add that part, but I could pretty much see that she was on the verge of cracking anytime soon. The way she looked around her every twenty seconds was a pretty dead giveaway to it. Hell, could you blame her? Someone tried to kill her.

But to make her feel as if I wasn't being rude, I said that anytime was good. So, I gave her the number to my hotel room phone. I knew that she was never going to call because of the first three numbers to my phone number.

777

I think I actually heard her brain snap.

Sad really, she seemed to be a nice person.

Oh well.

At that point in time, Squee and I were in a taxi riding back to the hotel. Mr. Eff was out of the backpack and sitting next to me near the car door. It was so dark out the driver really couldn't make out any of our features, only our shapes. I was watching the night stars with a smile on my face. It brought back memories of when my father would take out the telescope for me and mom just stare at the night sky. I miss that now. We never do it anymore.

Squee had Shmee in his arms, almost halfway asleep against the car door he was leaning on. I couldn't help but smile softly at that. He wanted so bad to stay awake to watch a movie and make a tent.

'Maybe some other night, Todd.' I thought, looking back to the night sky. It was the only thing in the entire place that actually looked beautiful. No, not looked, was beautiful. The stars stood out with the moon so much that it seemed as if it was trying to break from the darkness of the night just to have its own name. Like night light wasn't good enough name for it.

I sighed heavily through my nose as my eyes scanned the night sky one last time from the window behind me, and leaned my head back up to see the front of the car again. (A/N: I was leaning my head backwards and staring at the night sky from the back window. Just thought that I would explain that better in away. Sorry! Back to the story!) Squee was now fully asleep, Shmee in his arms. Mr. Eff was flipping random people off outside, seeing as how no one could tell who it was doing it. I slumped in my seat, a smirk still on my lips, and crossed my arms over my chest. To tell you the truth, I couldn't think of anyone else that I would've wanted to be stuck with other than the people I was with.

Meat: Hadn't really talked me into doing anything yet. He was the one that was supposed to talk Johnny into being a party animal of sorts. To get out more and socialize with others.

Psycho Doughboy: He hadn't tried to talk me into killing myself yet. Hell, when you just talked to him without the part of him wanting you to kill yourself, he wasn't all that bad.

Mr. Eff: He could be a total fuck at times, but he was cool I guess. Besides the fact that he wanted me to kill, got into my brain somehow, insulted me, wanted to see me get killed by Johnny, and wouldn't tell me what the hell he's up to. He's an all-around good guy with some sarcasm.

Okay, he's a dick. But, no pun intended, I'm use to talking with dick just to socialize.

Nailbunny: From just talking to him once or twice, he's really nice. Didn't seem like he would've hurt the flies that hovered around him even if he had to.

Shmee: Fucking ass. I would've chucked him off a building if I had to.

Todd: I couldn't get enough of the little guy. He was the sweetest kid in that god damned world. I would've done just about anything for him if he asked me to.

The taxi came to a stop, knocking me out of my train of thought. The man looked back to me with a pissed off look. The man looked as if he hadn't smiled in years, just like he smelled like he hadn't showered in years. His beady eyes locked onto me.

"35.50" He growled. I pulled out the money from my backpack and handed it to the man. He snatched it out of my hands and counted it. "Good," He said after counting it all. "Now get the fuck out with both of those stupid brats."

"They're not brats." I snapped back, "Fucking dick."

As I was picking up Squee and Shmee, the man replied, "What did you call me?"

"She called you a fucking dick." Mr. Eff answered for me. "You got a problem with that?"

The man's eyes snapped over to Mr. Eff, still not seeing what the hell he truly was because of the darkness.

"Watch it kid." The drive hissed. "I won't hesitate to shoot you with the gun I got up here."

Before I could even see what was about to go down, Mr. Eff had pulled a fork out of nowhere and jumped to the front. He stabbed the man in the throat a number of times, blood splattering everywhere around the taxi and on me and Squee. Squee woke up and screamed at the sight of Mr. Eff killing the driver. I covered his eyes as my eyes stayed locked on the murder in front of me. It was like a horrible car crash. You want to look away from it, but you just can't because just so catastrophically beautiful.

The man passed out from the blood that Mr. Eff had took away from him, thanks to his amazing stabbing skills, and slammed his head onto the steering wheel, a loud honk coming from the car. Mr. Eff was laughing at his masterpiece, and Squee was horrified to the point that I could see his eyes bulging out more than ever.

I finally mustered up to say something to the doughboy. "Mr. E-Eff, the hell?" I stuttered in complete bafflement.

"He had a gun!" Mr. Eff said in a Matter-Of-Fact tone, pointing to the drive up front as if this simple act was going to clear everything up.

I stared at him for a moment.

"You just wanted to stab someone," I said in a mono toned voice, and my eyes half lidded. "Didn't you?" Mr. Eff stared at me, the blood on his figure dripping onto the seat.

"Honestly?"

I didn't even bother to answer him.

"Yeah." He said in a bored tone.

I just continued to stare at him.

"Fuck it," I sighed. "I'm growing used to seeing this…" I felt my gut twist into knots at the idea. "In a messed up kind of way."

Mr. Eff didn't reply to my statement. But I did see him do something that worried me. He smirked. I don't know why this smirk scared me more than the others. But it made me worry about Squee and I. I worried about the wellbeing of us just by this simple act that I've seen him do so many times before. But the question, to me and only me, was why was this scaring me?

I glanced away and rubbed Todd's back, opening the door at the same time to get out of the car. The backpack on my back got heavier at the same time I was getting out of the car. I didn't even have to look back to know that it was Mr. Eff hanging on my backpack, for the simple fact that Squee screamed a little in fear. I slammed the car door closed and walked to the hotel.

The dead body of the man that tried to kill me was still lying on the ground cold. I stopped near it and glared at it with all my rage. I flinched at the thought that passed my mind. I couldn't believe I was still thinking of doing harm to a dead guy.

What good would that do? The guy was dead!

'I love the way your mind thinks when you're spiraling down to your hateful, madding, cold state.' Mr. Eff's voice rang in my head. 'It's so beautiful.' It felt as if something was running its fingers through my brain, my body having a moment of a numbing tingling sensation.

'What the hell are you up to?' I hissed back, tears threating to leak out as I grinded my teeth to hold them back the best I could. 'TELL ME.'

'In time.' He almost said in hush. 'You'll understand in time what I'm up to, in time.'

'TELL ME!' I begged him. 'For the love of god just tell me what you're doing to me!'

Mr. Eff didn't answer my question. Silences filled the room, leaving me hanging onto Squee as I stood staring at the body in a blank state. Nothing was making since. I wanted to understand what the hell Mr. Eff was up to, but could truly wrap my mind around it. But one thing was for sure.

He wanted me to kill.

But why? Wasn't that what Johnny was for? I pulled my eyes away from the body and head back for our room to sleep. Squee was staring up at me with his round eyes. But all he could see were my glossed over eyes as I stared to where I was heading. He said my name a couple of times I believe, but I don't know. Nothing at that point really existed to me.

I was on autopilot the whole time I headed for the room. I don't really recall anything after that. I found myself still wondering why so many things were happening to me. I was actually starting to wonder if I should've let Johnny kill me back at the diner. Hell, even when I was stuck in the basement. All I wanted was to get away from all of my troubles.

Warmness wrapped around my body, knocking me out of my train of thought. I found myself in the restroom in the bathtub. I had no clue as to how the hell I got there, but I felt invigorating against my aching body. I slouched down in the tub, closing my eyes to block all the whiteness in the room to lessen the pounding in my head. At the same time, it still felt as if someone was running their fingers through my brain.

The numbness set in yet again feeling the sensation in my head. But, then numbness set in so much, that I was starting to slip slowly under the water. I snapped my eyes open to see that I was in my clothing still. Fear ran through me, seeing that I couldn't stop myself from sinking under the water. No part of my body was moving. The water was now touching my chin as slowly rising higher. I wanted to scream for help, but the words were stuck in my throat like glue.

My mind was racing and my heart was pounding along with it. I slid completely under the water, my brown hair blocking the light of the room from me, making it feel as if darkness had truly set in. My lungs soon started to feel as if they were going to implode from the lack of oxygen. I then knew that I wasn't ready to die by not being able to get out of a fuck tub. I jolted up and took a deep gasp of air.

I wiped the hair away from my face and gasped more for air.

'W-What the fuck was that?' I asked in fear.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' I grabbed my head in pain hearing his voice ring through my head, and feeling as if it was bounding off my skull. 'Are you TRYING to kill yourself?'

I blinked at this.

'No?'

'Don't you lie to me!' He hissed. 'I heard every FUCKING thought that passed through your head!'

'Why didn't you invite me to this party Mr. Eff?'

'Psycho Doughboy?' Both Mr. Eff and I said in puzzlement.

'Mind raping now are we Mr. Eff? Tsk tsk tsk.'

'What are you doing here?' Mr. Eff growled. 'No one asked you to be here!'

'I just felt like seeing what you were doing to poor little Sis here.' I could imagine the smirk on his face slowly forming on his Styrofoam lips. 'That and I could sense her wallow from a mile away.'

''Oi! I called dibs on her as soon as I invaded her mind! Fuck off D-Boy!'

'I didn't know we were calling dibs on a girl that has no idea about what you're trying to do.' He replied shortly after. 'You did tell her, didn't you?' Mr. Eff was quiet. 'My, my, my Mr. Eff. I would have thought that you would have at least told her by now what you are up to! This is too good to be true!'

'What's he up to?' I asked Psycho Doughboy in hopes of finding out what the hell Mr. Eff was up to.

'Well he's-,'

'That's enough Psycho doughboy!' He hissed at his companion he would've rather been without.

Psycho Doughboy growled, 'Oh, just come out with what you're up to! It's not like she can stop it from happening! It's such a stupid idea too!'

'I'll be happy as soon as I rid of you.'

'You'll never get rid of me.' He chuckled. 'I'll be there.'

I grabbed my head and squeezed my eyes closed. The two's argument was killing my head, like a bomb had exploded. "STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP!" I yelled, my voice bouncing off the tiled flooring and walls around me.

And it did become quiet. I opened one eye slowly, then the other. Their voice had ceased. I was alone in the bathroom. I placed my hands over my face and did something I thought I would never do. Something I hated to do because it made me feel so weak.

I cried.


...

After what felt like hours of crying, I opened the bathroom door to see something lying by the wooden restroom door asleep near my feet.

Squee

Squee was sleeping near the door with Shmee in his arms, his back facing the room. I was still sopping wet from being in the bath tub with my close on. But lucky for me, I found an oversized man's work shirt in the rest room with red lipstick marks all over the neck that I put on.**** It went down to my shins it was that big… Or was I that small? Anyway, I picked Squee up and walked over to the bed and placed him on the bed softly. But as I was about to cover him up, a small grasp was felt on my wrist.

I stopped and found Squee's eyes slightly open, reveling his dark brown, doe eyed, eyes looking up at me with sleepiness covering them.

"M-Ms. Sis?" He slurred, his eyes becoming heavier with every passing second, but his grip on my wrist not fading. I formed a small smile and said, "Yes?" quietly, brushing some of his black hair away from his face. "A-Are you okay?"

I frowned and nodded my head. "Yeah…Why?"

His eyes turned to the red sheets. "I heard you screaming from the restroom…" He looked back up at me. "You're not getting something from the stork, are you?"

I blushed madly.

'The hell?!' I asked myself.

"O-Of course not Squee!" I mustered up to say. "Wh-Why would you say something like that?"

He squeezed onto Shmee.

"Because mommy screamed like that when a stick thingy she had in the restroom had a plus sign on it." He said quietly. "But Daddy took her to this one place where, he said, the stork would take the money grubbing worm back." He stared at me sadly. "So… That's not what's wrong?"

I rubbed his cheek and said, "No, that's not what's was wrong." He sighed a little bit. "Now, why don't you go back to sleep? I'll see you tomorrow morning." I was about to get up when Todd asked me something else.

"W-Will you sleep with me and Shmee again?" I sat back down with a frown. "I don't want the thing under the bed to get me." Rather than go onto a long speech about how there was nothing under the bed, I laid on the bed and covered up as Squee curled up against me, grabbing onto the front of the white work shirt as he fell back to sleep.

"Night, Ms. Sis." He mumbled groggily to me.

I rubbed Squee's black hair, saying, "Night Squee, sleep tight."


*- Yes, the man was having a fling behind his wife's back. Strange to see in that world? No. Not at all.

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