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The Nightmare Before Christmas (C) Tim Burton And Everyone Else Who Owns It That IS NOT ME.
Millie and Tillie (C) Me:Demon Eyes Glow Blood Red (Okay, so I lied. They are REAL characters, but shuddap, its not like theyre gonna talk or anything!)
Oh my god, there is so much other shit that I don't own in this chapter...Just, unless stated otherwise...
EVERYTHING (C) Their Rightful Owners. (Which is mostly not ME!) 'Kay? Simple enough cause I'm a lazy whore who doesn't even know what she writes anymore.
Summary: Do you people reallly need one? :O
READ ME: Okay, you know how people have been falling from the sky? Well, I never really explained that. Mainly because I wasn't sure how. Yes, I know this will be nothing but ScienceFiction, but WHATEVER. Okay, so Eff and Psycho lived in a flying/hover home. :D Awesome, right? Yeah. That's what I could come up with. I always saw it like that. So, basically, Eff is killing people from a God machine. ;) Awesome, right? One thing that nasty little Doughboy did right. :D
Lock looked up at the closed window. He had seen the hurt in Johnny's eyes. All of them were somewhat fond of Jimmy, despite his perverse ways and his kissing Johnny.
Except for Shock. She didn't like Jimmy at all. Lock didn't want to suspect that she had done it, but he couldn't help it. Shock would have to be interrogated. (FACK. WHAT A HORRID START)
"Ohh..." Johnny sniffed. "I wish...I wish someone whould just switch me off and...fix me." Johnny said as he calmed himself down. He had been crying for god knows how long. He looked down at the floor, it was splitting and swirling under him. "I seem to have lost my mind. Again. Gone insane!" He laughed. He put his fingers into the shape of a gun and put it to his head, smiling insanley. "Whee! Suicide!" He looked around and heard someone shuffle behind him. "Whassat?" He spun around a little too fast and fell down on his ass with a thud. "Fuck!" He rubbed his back. "Whossere? (Who's there)" He looked up and saw a blonde boy looking down at him.
"Johnny?" He sniffed and rubbed a black rimmed eye. "Are you going crazy again?"
"I dunno! I like it though!" He jumped up and ran around the room laughing with his fingers still like a gun. He was shooting imaginary people. With an imaginary gun. With imaginary bullets. That caused imaginary wounds. That would cause imaginary pain. As they seeped imaginary blood. (Lots of imagination!)
"Johnny! Shh!" Psycho ran after him. "You'll wake someone up!" Psycho finally caught him. He straddled Johnny and held his arms by the elbows. (Is that how you spell it?) "What is wrong with you? Have you completely lost your brain? What? Did it fall out through your eyes?" Nny stared up at him with a befuddled look on his face. "Hello?" Psycho waved a hand in front of his face. No response came to his ears. "ANSWER ME!" Psycho yelled at him. It was getting annoying. Psycho wasn't up for annoying at that time. He felt sick. "Fuck! I don't have time for this." Psycho put both of Johnny's wrists into one of his hands and hit his cheek with an open palm.
"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU LITTLE SHIT! DID YOU JUST HIT ME?" Nny struggled to get up, but Psycho was frozen with fear. He didn't know what to do. He was also, unaware that he was using all the force he possibly could to keep Johnny down. Which was enough to break someone's wrist if they struggled bad enough. "LET ME GO!"
"Shh." Psycho was being nice. He was being quiet, and he was being gentle. If this were someone else, he would have pulled thier arms up and snapped them painfully. "You'll wake someone."
"THE FUCK I'LL WAKE SOMEONE! I'LL WAKE UP THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO!" Psycho looked down at Johnny, frowning.
"I said to be quiet. I asked very nciely you know. So do it." Psyco growled, now nose to nose with Johnny.
"Make me." Johnny growled back. Now in these times, Psycho would usually spit in the person's mouth when the opened it, or simply poke them in the eye repeatedly. Though, he wanted to try something new. He didn't know what though. Though, they stayed in this position for what felt like an hour, but was really three. By this time, it was in the early morning hours. (They had woken up around...10 or 11 at night. Since time is allll off for these two.) Johnny had fallen asleep under Psycho, for he felt he had nothing to fear. It's not like anything could happen to him that he wouldn't wake up to. He was a somewhat light sleeper. Psycho stayed where he was, though.
"Fuuuuuck." Psycho kept his voice low. His arms were cramping. He knew he could easily release Johnny's arms and give up, but getting off of Johnny would be the problem. Moving entirely. Maybe he could get both legs onto one side of Johnny, but he couldn't risk moving around. The floorboards weren't exactly in their prime. So every action had an equal or opposite SQUEAKY reaction. Psycho could NOT risk that. "Please, dear God, don't let him wake up..." Psycho slowly released each of his fingers' grasp on Johnny's wrists. Nothing happened. Johnny didn't wake up, but he did have some nasty bruises on his wrists, and Psycho could barely feel those fingers. "Okay, okay. We did it. Now for the leg. Gymnastics, don't fail a boy now..." (Psycho took gymnastics as a little Doughboy! :D) Psycho gingerly lifted his leg over Johnny's curled up knees. Once Psycho had gotten over Johnny without any mistakes, he nearly passed out, right on top of Johnny. Though, the boy used his noggin. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and put it over Johnny, then he curled up underneath it next to him. "Hmm..." He hadn't any real time for morals, so he turned so that his back was facing Johnny's and dropped right into dreamland.
-MEANWHILE...JACK AND SALLY GIVE US A STORY OF TRUE HUMAN DRAMA! :D-
"Are you sure?" Jack asked, he was somewhat smiling, somewhat surprised.
"I'm sure..." She had the same expression on. Though hers had a small bit of fear on it, like usual. "I tested three times."
"What'll we tell them?" Jack motioned upstairs. He showed a little fear too.
"Nothing." Sally smiled up at her husband. He was amazed at the little devious spark she had in her eyes. She wasn't one to hide things from the people she held close, but when she did, she would be most devious. "They needn't know. I mean, they've plenty of other things they're worryin' themselves about, don't they?"
"I suppose you're right." Jack smiled as he kissed his wife gently. "Do you need anything?"
"No. I'm fine." She smiled, she wanted to get some sleep.
"Alright." He smiled back and ran one hand through her hair. "I'll be in my study." He walked off with his usual stature. He had to keep tall. "I love you." He said as he walked off. Jack always had troubles with saying that. Nobody really fell in love here in Halloween Town. So they never needed to explain the Halloween-ey name for it all. They kept it at "love" because, it was sensible.
-WHERE WE LEFT THE BOYS-
Johnny would commonly cry in his sleep, but always would do so quietly. He would wake up commonly, too. He could never get a full night's sleep. That was what kept him from really sleeping. He just used the "I don't know what is and isn't real or a dream" explanation for better reasoning. He didn't like being confused, but it wasn't the real reason. Johnny was both confused and crying when he woke up this time. "Ehh?" He wasn't quite awake. He wasn't quite sure what the situation was. "Ps-Psycho?" He rubbed his head, his hair was a mess, his hand got stuck as soon as it hit the hairline. "What the fuck?" Another thing that Johnny did not know was how deep of a sleeper Psycho was. "Hey. Psycho. Wake up." No response. Johnny frowned. "Did I...kill you?" Johnny rubbed his teary eyes. "Fuck." He pulled the blanket from the younger one's shoulders. He rolled the boy onto his back and poked around. "There's no blood...He doesn't look...broken...in any way." Johnny picked Psycho and sat him up against the end of the bed. He put his cold bony hand against Psycho's warm cheek and tapped gently. "Hey. Wakey, wakey kid." Psycho stirred. He stretched and made his way to Johnny's lap and curled up, still sleeping. "Uhm...That's really cute and all, but wake up." Johnny shook Psycho's shoulder roughly. The younger's eyes flitted open.
"Hm..What..." Psycho looked up at Johnny's indifferent expression and nearly leapt from his lap. "Fuck!"
"Hey! What was that for?" Johnny was too tired to be angry.
"W-Y-I-W...Why aren't you trying to kill me?" Johnny yawned and looked at the boy.
"It's too early for that..." Johnny rubbed his tear streaked face. "Look..." Johnny sniffled and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't even know..." He laughed. "What I was gonna say." He ruffled his own hair and scratched his head. He pulled his hands from his hair and stared at them. They were shaking. "Fuck...ehh..." Johnny laid down and turned his back to the younger boy. "Night."
"It's 8:30 in the morning." Psycho made his was to where he was in front of Johnny.
"Fine then. I'm not a morning person anyway." Johnny rolled onto his other side. Psycho hopped over him.
"You're making this into a game." He smiled. "Enjoyable."
"Fuck off." Johnny rolled over onto his back, his eyes closed. Psycho loomed over him.
"Wakey, wakey." Psycho laughed.
"Go away." Johnny whined. "I'm sleepy!" Psycho stood up and walked to the door.
"Don't go anywhere." Psycho snickered as he left. Johnny insantly, out of instinct, climbed into his bed, and cuddled up into a ball with his head under his blankets.
Psycho walked past Barrell's room, past Lock's room, and was at the stairs when Shock tapped his shoulder. "Hey. Your name's...Doughboy right?" Psycho and Shock had never really met.
"Oh, uh...Well, I'd rather you call me Psycho." He smiled nicely. "You're Shock, I would guess." He laughed.
"You guessed right." The two walked slowly down the stairs. "What are you doing down here? Ever since Johnny shoved me in that room, nobody has even left theirs..." She looked to her shoes.
"I'm actually getting coffee for Johnny. Since he's so much of a baby, he won't leave his room." Psycho laughed. "And tea. Tea always makes things better for me." He smiled.
"What's going on, Psycho? Why isn't anyone leaving their room? What is going on?" Shock looked as though she was going to cry. Psycho's smile dropped.
"Shock...People are dead." He frowned. "Jack and Sally don't know. You don't know. Well, didn't. We wanted some people staying safe and oblivious. Barrell's hurt. Johnny's hurt. I'm hurt. You and Lock are the only un-touched ones. We're trying to keep it that way. Before you explode, it was Lock's idea." Psycho walked into the kitchen to be face to face with a worrysome Sally. "Oh! Gosh! Sorry." He smiled kindly.
"Oh, it's fine. Fine." She slowly headed off before he stopped her.
"C-could you help me with something?" Psycho was intending to ask Shock for help with what he had headed down for, but she had disappeared.
"Of course." She smiled nicely. "What do you need?"
"Uh...a glass of coffee and a glass of tea." She smiled again.
"No problem. I'd guess the tea's for you." She enjoyed helping each of the teenagers that called the treehouse home. "You seem too awake for coffee." She smiled. He nodded. He looked down to her stomach and smiled. She was pregnant. At least two months in. "Tea bags are in here." She handed him a large jar and pulled out two mugs. They worked in silence. Once they were finished, Psycho headed back toward the stairs.
"Um...Sally?"
"Yeah?" She smiled over at him kindly. He walked up to her again.
"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" He smiled. He looked worried.
"You can tell?"
"Nah, I learned how to know from TV. Why haven't you told us?"
"It-I..." He laughed
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you." She smiled and put her stitched hand on his head.
"Not a problem." He left the kitchen. "Thanks, Sally!" He smiled as he walked up the stairs. Barrell was rummaging through his room for something, Lock was still asleep, and Shock was still somewhere unknown. Johnny was...hopefully still in his room. Psycho walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He saw Johnny's deep blue hair poking out from under the white blankets. He laughed, hopefully not too loud. "Jesus Christ. He's like a little kid." He set both mugs on the bedside table and sat cross legged next to Johnny. He poked him. "Hey. Get up." He shook Johnny gently, waking him up.
"Five more minutes." He grumbled. "mmmeh..." Psycho swore Johnny had just mumbled the word 'mom'. He giggled at the idea. Psycho had never had a mother to wake him up in the morning. Apparently, whenever someone tried to wake him up, he would mumble 'Eff, go the fuck away.'. He liked the idea of people saying 'mom' more.
"Nah. You've had at least two hours. Get up!"
"Neeeeh." Johnny turned his back to Psycho.
"Oh, god. Not this again." Psycho grabbed Johnny's shoulder and turned Johnny toward him. "Get up."
"Whyyy?" Johnny whined.
"I brought you coffee." Though Johnny never REALLY drank coffee in his usual life, hhe enjoyed the luxury when he could get it. Not many places near where Johnny had lived really sold coffee. So he usually got it off of someone who he had killed, or got it from someone on the street. The thought of coffee reminded Johnny that he hadn't had coffee since he got here.
"Mmh." Johnny put his hand out for the mug. "Mug. In hand. Now." He demanded. When nothing made contact with his hand, he popped one eye up from the blankets. "Did I stutter?"
"No." Psycho stood from the bed with both mugs in hand. "To get your coffee..." Psycho grinned. "You have to get up and get it." He sneered.
"Come on..." Johnny growled. He sat up in the bed, his shirt slipping from his shoulder revealing his pale skin. "Give me the coffee..." Johnny said with a crack in his voice. Psycho giggled a little.
"Did your voice just crack?" He giggled more.
"It did not." His voice cracked again.
"It did! It did!" He laughed.
"Shut up." Johnny stood from the bed and snatched the coffee from Psycho, and took a seat on the bed. Johnny chugged his coffee and set the mug on the bedside table, smiling madly.
"Did you enjoy it?" Psycho smiled and took a gentle sip of his tea. Vanilla Camimile. His favorite.
"Yes." He laughed and rubbed his tear stained face. Psycho leaned in close.
"Now look. You've got tear stains on your face. What is it that causes you to cry like that in your sleep?" Psycho poked Johnny's cheek softly. Johnny's usual dreams did not correspond with what he had dreampt about the night before.
"I-Uh...Jimmy." Psycho frowned. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but that was not it.
"Oh." Psycho looked at his feet. "I'm sorry." Psycho heard Johnny take a shaky breath. "That shouldn't have happened to him." Psycho set his mug down next to Johnny's. He pulled his knees up to his chest to match Johnny. "Put a smile on though!" Psycho beamed with an idiotic smile. "Like you said. It's all gonna get better!" He was crying, but he was smiling. It was confusing. Psycho was making such an amusing face that Johnny was laughing now, causing Psycho to laugh as well. A small knock came from the door.
"Hey?" Barrell's voice caused both of them to jump.
"Yeah..." Psycho answered laughing.
"What are you two doing?" Johnny and Psycho had the funniest smiles on.
"SMILING!" Psycho said laughing.
"Yeah!" Johnny added.
"Uh...well...sorry to kill the happy mood, but Jack's holding a "funeral" for Jimmy and Tillie. that was her name right? Tillie?" Psycho nodded. "Well are you guys up to it?" Both guys nodded. "Good...and, Jack says dress nice. So...dress nice." Johnny smiled and nodded. Barrell left and closed the door on his leave.
"Johnny?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you ever really dress nice?"
"Of course." Johnny laughed. "Come on, you need clothes, too!" Johnny jumped up from the bed and pulled Psycho with him. "I find dressing you quite amusing. It gets my mind off of everything." Johnny ran to his closet beaming. "You're kind of big for my middle school stuff..." Johnny pulled a pile of black with a red tie. "Try this on." Johnny smiled. "It was my Gerard Way Halloween costume from eigth grade." He laughed.
"Wasn't that guy suicidal?" (Look, people. I loooove my Gerard Way, but my evil side is having some fun. Get over it.) Psycho examined the tie, it was quite impressive.
"Yeah. He was. But hell, he was my idol in middle school. All the angst, sadness, self loathing! Whee! I was pathetic. I can't believe I liked that bullshit." Psycho frowned. He liked some of Gerard Way's singing. It was nice. This caused him to start humming the song he liked most. Dumdumdumdum, dumdumdum, dumdumduuum. "What's that?"
"Huh?"
"What you're humming..."
"Oh...Just something." He smiled and ran off to the bathroom. Johnny pulled out some clothes for himself and smiled at them. He hadn't worn these since Todds' mothers' funeral. He was just glad that by the time his father had killed his mother, Todd had enough trust in Johnny to let him come. This resulted in Johnny learning how horrible Todd really was with death. Although being quite touching, Johnny only would press the boy to his shoulder and stare ahead as the sermon continued. Todd's mother had actually been quite a nice lady. When she was off the medications, she was quite kind and made the most AMAZING cookies. Todds' father had gone on vacation and stopped his mothers' medications. She went off of them and showed as quite a loving woman. She was nice to Johnny. She helped him when he was upset. She also helped him get blood out of his favorite clothes. She would also make him food. She would make him so much food he would end up taking much of it home. He gained ten pounds while Mrs. Casil was off of her medications. He easily lost twenty as she got back on her medications. Johnny suddenly wanted cookies. "Johnny, do you know how to tie a tie?"
"Hmm?" He looked up to see a very nice looking Psycho. "Oh, yeah." Johnny went and tied Psycho's tie. They were pretty close and Psycho's humming filled Johnny's ears. The boy had a soft voice. It was nice and calming. "There. You look just like him." Johnny laughed. "I mean, come on! You're blonde, you're depressing, you have a voice! He has competition now." Johnny smiled nicely. He handed Psycho a pair of boots and walked off to the bathroom. He found the clothes he had given Psycho folded up nicely on the counter. "God, you are just so clean aren't you?" He yelled from the bathroom.
"I guess you could say that..." He laughed. Johnny left the bathroom, smiling. He was dressed in a black dress shirt with a grey vest and bow-tie. He looked nice.
"How do I look?"
"Like and Italian." Psycho muttered blushing. "It looks good but..." He walked up to Johnny and untied the bow-tie. "It looks better now." He smiled, his face was still a little pink. "Oh god, look at your hair!" Psycho put his hand in Johnny's hair and caught a knot instantly. "It's horrible! Come on." Psycho grabbed a brush from the dresser and pulled Johnny over to the bed. "Sit."
"Psycho..." Johnny protested. "I don't need my hair to be fixed..."
"Have you looked at it? You do." He laughed as he ran the brush gently through it. Johnny had reasonably long hair, but it was naturally spiked. The two longest devil locks were amusing to play with. They looked like alien antenni. He giggled.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. Your hair's just funny..." Psycho wanted to say cute, but that would be weird. "Well, when you go..." Psycho sang softly. "Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay. And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way..." He smiled. This was his favorite song. He skipped to the chorus. "When you go, would you even turn to say 'I don't love you...like I did...yesterday.'" Psycho couldn't tell, but Johnny was blushing. In middle school, this was the first slow song they played at their Valentines Day Dance. Being as emo looking as he was, and being his younger self, he wasn't dancing with anyone. Then, the green boy walked up, his clothes as emo looking as his own.
-Flashiebackie-
"Hey, Dib-human." Johnny, or in this situation, Dib would look over at Zim.
"Zim." Dib nodded nicely.
"Why aren't you dancing with all the other female love-pigs?" Zim snickered.
"They don't want to dance with me. I mean, hell, who would?" He smiled. Zim stayed silent for a small time.
"Come with me." Zim grabbed Dib's hand and pulled his out of the gym doors. The song was starting and Zim was rushing to make it to his destination in time. He stopped by the locker rooms, nobody was out there. He put his hands on Dib's waist and smiled. "I'd like to dance with you." Zim laughed.
"Oh wow, Zim." He looked around. "Why not?" He smiled and put his arms around Dib's neck. He danced with Zim through the enitre Valentines Day Dance. That was the first time since he had become the emo looking child that was was, that he actually smiled. Not a forced one, but a real smile. Even though he danced the girls part, he still enjoyed himself.
-End Flashiebackie-
"There! All done!" Psycho smiled. Johnny was bright red by this time. He used his hair to hide it. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Johnny squeaked. "You have a nice voice." Johnny smiled up at Psycho, thinking his face was back to normal.
"Thanks. Uh...were you blushing?"
"Me? Blushing? Noooo..." Johnny spazzed. He ran around busying himself with his shoes.
"Hey guys?" Shock's voice startled them both. "Are you ready to go?" She looked beautiful. Psycho let his jaw drop, as did Johnny.
"Woah..." They said at the same time. Her purple dress ran to the middle of her shins and was torn at the end. Her sleeves went long past her hands and were also torn at the ends.
"Uh...Lock and Todd are waiting at the door. Jack, Sally, and Barrell already started walking. It's getting cold out." Johnny stood, bending the toes of his shoes.
"'Kay." He walked to the door, grabbing Psycho and he walked. He wriggled from Johnny's grip and smiled at Shock.
"You look nice." He nodded.
"You do too. Both of you do, actually." She smiled. "Johnny's tie looks most interesting." She blushed. Psycho walked up to Johnny and whispered in his ear.
"Told you it looked better like that." He laughed.
"Yeah, thanks Mister Fashionista!" Psycho stopped at that.
"Not cool." He played upset.
"Oh come on!" Johnny slung his arm around the boy's shoudlers and gave him a half assed hug. "Fix your eyes and get out, while you can." He sang into Psycho's ear, both blushed slightly. Johnny turned to the stairs and saw Todd running up them. "Hey! What's wrong with you?" Johnny caught Todd in his arms.
"I-I...Nny..." He was crying, alot. Johnny hugged the boy just like he had at the boy's mother's funeral.
"Shh. It's okay. You barely knew them. Shh." He squeezed the boy's shoudlers and smiled weakly. He pushed the boy so he could get a good look at him. "You look good, Squee-gee!" He straightened Todd's tie. He sniffled cutely.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You do." He ruffled the boy's hair. "You look mature." Todd smiled pathetically.
"You really do. You look really nice." Psycho smiled. He walked down the stairs next to Shock, followed by Nny.
"So...wait? Who told you two what was going on anyway?" Johnny asked from the back.
"Lock." Shock and Todd answered coldly.
"Yes?" Lock turned calmly. He looked STUNNING! His deep red suit and white dress shirt accented his pale skin. He had washed all the facepaint that made him look like a devil off leaving just his pale face. He looked like a mature business man. His hair was slicked back nicely, leaving him looking cold.
"God..." Psycho smiled. "I bow to thee, Demonic Shadow King." He bowed as he reached the bottom of the stairs, making Lock smile.
"You are dismissed." He laughed. Psycho straightend from his bow and took Todd from Johnny's arms.
"Hey." Psycho said nicely.
"Hi." Todd answered quietly.
"You don't know who I am do ya?"
"Not really...Nny told me about you a long time ago though..." Todd looked kind of scared.
"I bet you didn't like what you heard about me, huh?" Todd shook his head. "Well, I've changed. And this changed little Doughboy has something to say." He smiled at Todd as he smiled back. "Put on a happy face! Face depression with a smile and confuse it! Fake smiles fix everything!" Todd laughed and smiled widely. Psycho put him down and laughed.
"Nice." Johnny laughed from beside him.
"Why thank you." Lock, Shock, and Todd left the house quickly, followed by Johnny and Psycho. They walked in silence until Psycho let out a chocked back sob.
"What is it?" Johnny looked at him.
"I can't do it." He said shakily. "I can't." Johnny hugged Psycho and pushed him on.
"Whatever you think's gonna happen, it's all gonna be okay." Johnny pulled Psycho along as they caught up with everyone else. Ahead, he saw two graves, a third was left empty. Johnny walked slowly up to Lock and tapped him on the shoulder. "What's the thrid empty grave for?"
"I dunno." Lock snickered. "Maybe they expected one of us to die. Heh. Who's gnna take their first jump in the hole, eh?" Both boys snickered.
"I nominate...You." Johnny laughed.
"Hey! That's not fair! You're older than me! Why don't you go?"
"Cause, I don't wanna die by burial. I don't wanna die in my grave. That would just be awkward." Johnny straightened his shirt and took his place next to Lock, pulling Psycho up with him. Prayers were given, on behalf of Jack. Sally placed roses on both graves and started walking home with Lock, Shock, Barrell, and Todd, who didn't leave without Johnny giving him a hug and telling him he could go. "Jack." Johnny walked quickly over the the skeleton. "I'm...gonna stay here with Psycho. Something's gonna happen if it hasn't already. He doesn't look ready to go anyway..." Johnny twiddled his thumbs awkwardly.
"You're a fine young man, Johnathan." Jack smiled. Johnny cocked his head sideways.
"How did you know that was my full name?" Johnny frowned.
"Wild guess. You seemed so fond of nicknames." Jack squeezed Johnny's shoulder and walked off to catch up with the others. Johnny walked back to see Psycho standing straight up with his arms wrapped around himself.
"Psycho? Are you alright?" The smaller boy shivered and shook his head the negative. "Oh..." Johnny walked up and stood next to Psycho. He shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "There's nothing you could have done, you know."
"There was. I sh-should have done it too." Johnny looked over at the boy.
"What could you have done?" Johnny stepped closer to Psycho.
"I could've screwed with your head." Psycho rubbed his eyes. "I could've made you suicidal again. It would've been easy too. Seeing as how much shit you were going through." Johnny's eyes doubled in size.
"So..." Johnny pulled his hands from his pockets and ran them through his hair nervously. "You...These...Eff did this because of me? And you didn't stop it? When you could have?" Psycho nodded, his eyes full of tears. "Why?"
"Well, I was intending to! But, then when you were nice to me...I-I couldn't find it in me. Nobody had been that nice to me. And...and after she fell...I-I..." Psycho threw his head into his hands and started to fall. Johnny caught him softly.
"You know what?" Johnny smiled.
"Hmm?" Psycho rubbed his eyes.
"You should eat more. You weigh next to nothing." He pulled Psycho up again. "Stay on your feet. If you fall, you may never get up again." Johnny poked Psycho's chest. "Don't fall now." Johnny smiled. Psycho smiled too. He threw himself at Johnny and hugged him tightly.
"Johnny, thank you. I-I...Johnny, I..." Psycho was cut off by a loud whirring. He jumped from Johnny's arms and stared both stared at the sky. It was turning grey, like it was going to rain. Both boys look at one another. A feminine scream came from the sky along with a small form dressed in red. "F-fuck." Psycho muttered and grabbed Johnny's arm. The small form fell straight into the empty grave with a crack and a thud. Then, there was silence. Psycho had one hand wrapped around Johnny's arm and the other over his mouth. Johnny stared with wide eyes. He slipped his arm from Psycho's grasp who just stood, staring in terror. Johnny took Psycho's hand in his own and pulled him into his arms.
"I'm sorry." Johnny said into Psycho's shoulder. They stood like that until Psycho could stand on his own. "Stay here." Johnny set Psycho on the ground and released his hand. Johnny walked over to the open grave and looked in. He saw a body, clad in a red dress, soaked in a pool of crimson. He looked up and didn't see a head. He saw bloody skin, and bone shards. "Shit..." He looked around the grave and saw a large slab of granite covered in blood. "That would explain it..." He rubbed his head. "Psycho, did Millie have red hair, and red clothes?" He saw the boy nod. "Oh..." Psycho stood up and walked up to Johnny. "No. You wouldn't wanna look in there." Johnny pushed Psycho back.
"Johnny..." He pleaded.
"No." Johnny shook his head. The way she had looked, Johnny almost wanted to vomit. "Come on." Johnny pulled Psycho over to a tree. "Sit." Johnny pushed Psycho down and sat next to him. He pulled Psycho under his arm and hugged him closely. Psycho cried and cried. Johnny took his hand again and wrapped his fingers around Psycho's. "I'm sorry." Johnny repeated over and over. That was all he could say, because this was his fault. "Shh." Johnny rubbed Psycho's back softly. "Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, so sick and tired of all the needless beating. But baby when they knock you down and out, is where you oughta stay. And after all the blood that you still owe, another dollar's just another blow. So fix your eyes and get up, better get up, while you can. Whoa, whooa. When you go, would you even turn to say "I don't love you, like I did, yesterday." Well come on, come on. When you go Would you have the guts to say "I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday"?" Johnny sang quietly. He hugged Psycho tightly and looked at his face. Psycho had fallen asleep. He picked the boy up and walked toward home. He was tired too.
"Johnny?" Psycho wriggled in Johnny's arms.
"Hey. Go back to sleep. I'm taking you home, 'kay?" Johnny smiled.
"O-okay." Psycho cuddled up into Johnny chest and fell back asleep. Johnny smiled. He took Psycho into the house and up to his room. Johnny put Psycho down on the bed and untied his tie. He pull his boots off and threw them with his own. He curled up in the bed, his back to Psycho.
"I don't love you...like I loved you...yesterday." Johnny curled up in a ball, and fell asleep.
Bwweeeeee! It's DONE! I know, it's shorter than most of the chapters, but anyways I likee thiss chapppiee! I hope you do too! Haha, well I'm gonna be writing the next chapter in a few minutess! :DD The next chapter's gonna be REALLY short though. But, I think you'll like it. :33 It'll be cuteeeeee XD