HeheHA! I'm giving out, um, a taco plushie! So review and you can hug a taco as you sleep without making a nasty mess. No, Ivan doesn't die. I'm sorry. This is where the plot REALLY starts. Be amazed.

v43ovi5p32m

The tall man was angry.

Not having emotions was difficult.

He had absolutely nothing to do in this weird town and everyone avoided him.

"I have no reason to be here." he muttered to himself. "Why did I even come out here?"

"This is stupid. Go back home. WithOUT killing anyone." A voice whispered into his mind.

"I can't go back home! Not now! I've made it so close to coldness!"

"Calm down. There's no reason to yell. Those people over there are staring at you."

Noting that his hallucinations were returning, the tall man sighed and sat down on yet another conveniently placed bench, wet from the apparently nonstop rain in the area.

"I'm pointless. All people are pointless. I never asked to exist. Why can't I just die?"

"You're starting to sound like that doughboy... besides, it's already been explained about why you can't die."

He sighed once again and put on his headphones, forcing himself to sit straight on the freezing bench.

His thoughts drifted to the ones he had known before coming out here.

Those two... didn't mind me being here. I could exist... for them? I'm certainly not here for me. And I already help the kid. He's funny.

He fought a smile while remembering saving him from that freak in the mall.

The look the kid's face was priceless.

"Damn..." mumbled Ivan, shifting uncomfortably in the horrible trap.

He looked up and saw a little boy standing in front of him. He looked to be about 12 but he had no pupils.

"Uh. Who are you?"

The boy just stared.

"Seriously kid. Answer me."

He adjusted the strange chef hat he wore and walked out of the room.

An indeterminable amount of time later he returned with two others.

One of the boys with him looked very similar only was staring dejectedly at the ground with his hypnotic gaze.

The other looked younger and rather fat. He was eating a burger.

"Could you get me out of here? Please?" Ivan said to them.

"As tempting as it is," grinned the first one, "I can't. Not yet, at least."

The one with the burger spoke up. "You may have noticed Johnny's lack of head voices?"

"No, not really." Ivan said.

"Well... he hasn't had them for a while."

"Oh."

"ANYWAY. I'm Reverend MEAT. This fellow here," he gestured towards the one whose shirt read 'FUCK', "is D-Boy."

"And I'm Eff." grinned Eff "You see, mister..."

"Ivan."

"Ivan, right. Johnny is completely and utterly mad. We are the ones who have driven him to that state. Not MEAT really, but D-boy and I did."

"Oh come on, I helped!"

"He was already crazy when you reached him, MEAT..." D-boy said.

"What does this have to do with me?" said Ivan.

"Yeah, we're the little hallucinations that hung out in his mind. We were dolls back then, though. It sure is great not to be styrofoam anymore. I may still have a scar from that stab, though. But ya see, Ivan, YOU can get us the power needed to turn us fully human. We're only creepy translucent children right now. But with you... with you we can become completely human! I can kill myself once and for all!"

"And I can wreak horrible havoc on the world." Eff said.

"Yeah. What he said." MEAT said, biting into his burger.

"What's in it for me?" He didn't quite believe them, but was curious.

"Ooh. Greedy are you? Don't worry. You'll get power as well." Eff's little boy face twisted into an awful grin.

And Ivan did so love power.

"Really now. What do I need to do?"

"Given your relations you will probably be set free. If you are you will be given further instructions. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

MEAT, Eff, and D-boy reached out and touched him on the forehead. He screamed as a mark was burned onto his skin.

The disconcerting children vanished.

On the far side of the room yet another little boy dressed all in pink watched. The bunny ears on his head drooped as he saw the man fall for their trick.

Johnny strode easily into Devi's apartment complex. His short lived habit of stalking her gave him easy directions to her house.

Devi was inside painting a dark scene that still had no real topic. A few black strokes, some gray, a hint of white... it looked like a bit like night sky so far. But not very much.

In the kitchen Sam and the children were enjoying a pizza. Todd had decided that while Sam was creepy looking, he didn't seem the type to gouge your eyes out if you said the wrong thing.

Suddenly the door burst open, nothing visible to them but a thin silhouette with odd hair.

They stared in horror, the tension mounting...

"Ivan is such a stupid bastard!"

Instantly they realized it was Johnny.

Squee greeted him with a traditional squeak.

"He walked right in to my fucking house! He rang ONCE. And then walked right in!"

Before he could continue Devi called from her painting, "Where is he now?"

"Oh, strapped up in this chair I built."

Devi knew exactly what kind of stuff Johnny would build.

"He's alive, right?"

"Sadly. I didn't think you'd want him dead as much as I wanted to try out my new chair."

"You want him to try out a chair?"

"Yup. I just finished it when he got to my house. I was PLANNING on going to go see a movie, but noooo! He just had to-"

"You can still go see a movie, Nny. He isn't really stopping you."

"You can both go," Sam put in, "I can drive these two home."

"Finally." Gaz said. "I need some more batteries."

"If you say so." Devi said.

"C'mon kids! We're gonna borrow the car!" No one put it into account that this guy probably never had a license.

They eventually made it outside and started to drive to Gaz's house. Even though he didn't have any idea as to where it was.

"So what movie did you want to go see?" Devi asked.

"There's some movie on about a poet and the world around him changing as he wrote. I can't remember the name, though."

"It sounds interesting. There's a theater pretty close to here so we can walk. Could you let my brother out after the movie please?"

"I guess..."

"Thank you, Nny."

He stayed quiet and looked at his once again bloody boots.

"I'm gonna go change into more movie-ish clothes. Gimme a sec." Devi left the room and went to go and change. DUH.

"Okee dokee." Johnny said, sitting down in front of her TV.

Squee had turned it off before he left and Johnny just sat on the couch, thinking while absentmindedly staring at the clock on her wall out of habit.

That's odd... the voices haven't said anything for a while.

No one said anything in his head.

Are they all gone?

He smiled grimly to himself, almost daring them to reappear in his mind.

Things are getting better. I guess. I still have the urge to rip of someone's head in a fit of rage and smash it to bloody chunks with a hammer, but things ARE getting better. I don't think I'll ever get over that habit of killing people anyway. I've gotta control it around Devi at the very least. ... squishy. Wait, what? Damn. Damn that squishy!

After a while he got up and started pacing. Though he had very little experience with women, it was a known fact that they took their time dressing and enjoyed every moment of the frustrating agony of going through 50,000,000 outfits.

However, this was better understood when she walked back into the room in... something tight, black, naval exposing, and in Johnny's opinion, 'OMFG FREEKING HAWTZ0RZ', or at least until he caught his line of thinking and starting screaming at the squishy again. In his head. And she had a necklace, too. A bit more makeup than usual plus her hair-ties were more like ribbons. Uh... yay.

You can tell I didn't actually have an outfit and mind and came up with a vague description. I'll leave it to your imagination.

"Ready to go?" Devi asked as Johnny stared angrily into the distance at his latest psychotic idea.

"Huh? Oh. Mmhm. I'm gonna stab that squishy."

"Right... um. Movie now."

"Ok."

They walked out the door, Johnny whistling a slow song and Devi stepping with the beat.

The concrete was full of cracks and cars whizzed by, threatening to attempt to end Johnny once again.

Johnny had long since forgotten his job as a flusher. He never completely believed his weird dream anyway.

He killed when he was mad (which was often enough for him to do his job) but for no more reason than that.

When did I even start?

Devi looked over at him. He had stopped walking and was staring at the ground confusedly.

"Nny? You ok?"

"Yeah... I was just thinking."

"Careful, don't hurt yourself." she smiled and looked up at the night sky as they resumed walking.

A small smile appeared on his face as she stared at the stars, his previous train of thought lost.

She's beautiful. How could she have forgiven me for what I almost had done?

He turned ideas over in his mind before deciding she was probably just one of the few reasonable people in the world. More reasonable than me, at least. Not that being more reasonable than me is saying much.

Finally they reached the movie theater. Johnny couldn't remember which movie he wanted to see, but there was apparently a horror movie on.

"We could go see it, I guess." Devi said, looking at the list of movies. All the other ones were badly made movies for little kids and Dust 2: Vacuum's Revenge.

There was no line at the little theater's box office.

"I can tell you two will want the scary one? That'll be twelve dollars."

Johnny twitched and handed him a ten and a handful of quarters, getting two tickets in exchange.

Devi hummed awkwardly, trying to convey that he shouldn't murder him for being judgmental.

He more or less understood and walked away, mentally adding the man to his list.

At last they made it into the theater and sat down next to each other in one of the middle rows.

Johnny looked around the room.

There were very few people.

Towards the front were some teenage boys shoveling M&Ms down their throats and some giggly preppy girls sitting not far off from them.

In the back corner of the darkening room sat two more girls.

One had curly brown hair tied into a neat pony tail and the other one had uncombed blonde hair. They were making fun of the cheerleaders in the front row.

The lights dimmed not a moment later and the ads rolled by.

The movie started after the last pathetic attempt to sell popcorn dimmed from the screen.

(A/N: This is were my writers' block set in. Can you feel the burning rage warming this author's note?)

10 minutes later, they realized it wasn't scary at all.

It was a sad attempt to popularize the Doogal movie again. (A/N: Sorry for two notes in rapid succession, but Doogal is the most evil movie ever made. You should watch it and feel my pain.)

The two girls in the back ran out of the theater screaming something about 'fucking greedy mop dogs'.

It all went downhill from there.

The boys chocked on M&Ms and the girls spontaneously combusted. The screen caught on fire.

"Oh my god! We've got to get out of here! What if they blame us?"

"They won't. They never do. But I have nothing against leaving. That weird dog must've been on speed or something. He ruined the movie..."

"Er... can we go now? I don't want to be burned to death."

A huge piece of flaming wood crashed into the row in front of them.

"Fuck!" she grabbed onto Johnny's arm and dragged him out the emergency exit.

"Can I have my arm back?"

She released him awkwardly and they watched the building burn down from a nearby moldy bench.

"This is better than a movie," Johnny said slightly louder than usual so Devi could hear him over the crackling flames.

"Yeah." She agreed.

"So, where do ya live, kids?" Sam smiled widely.

"I-I'm staying at her house for a w-while." Todd said, pointing in Gaz's general direction.

Noticing Sam's confusion, Gaz explained, "Some stupid bet my brother made."

"Actually... d-do you think we could stop by my house? I need to do s-something. It's closer than Gaz's house."

"Sure." Sam said. "Which way?"

"Turn left up here."

Soon they arrived at Todd's home.

"Come on. And be q-quiet so Daddy doesn't hear you."

Sam and Gaz followed him up the stairs.

The first thing they noticed when they walked in the room was Dib's dead body. The second thing they noticed was the mildly disturbing wallpaper.

Devi glanced at Nny as he watched the building burn down.

He looked uncomfortable near her, like he was scared of her.

It was actually rather cute, the way he sat there with his hands folded up in his lap.

Ivan looked up from his chair, hearing a distant sound.

"Who's there?"

In front of him stood yet another strange boy.

He was smaller than all of the others and was dressed in a loose fitting pink outfit. He also had pink bunny ears.

There appeared to be a nail jutting out of his chest and could be practically seen through.

"Johnny isn't all bad, you know." His voice was weak and quiet but rang with confidence.

"He's a psychopath." Ivan said. He hardly believed he was talking to a boy in a bunny suit...

"Yes. But he has morals. Limits."

"A funny haircut." Added Ivan.

"That was uncalled for, Ivan. Listen now. The others, MEAT, Eff, and D-boy are trying to-"

"Nailbunny! What are you doing down here!" Said the one called Eff as he strolled in.

"Talking to Ivan."

"Now, now, we can't have that can we?"

"We can, Eff. Get lost." Hissed the once cute pink attired boy.

Eff glared.

"YOU get lost. I'm gonna be made real! I'm gonna kill people! And have toast!"

"No."

"I wasn't asking."

"W-what?" His black eyes widened as he started to fade from view. "Where did you get this power?!"

"Oh, you know, Nailbunny. I got it all from Ivan. He's the one with power."

Ivan looked up. "I am?"

"Of course. You have tons ofpower. You just don't know how to exploit it properly. That information will be shared in due time, my boy."

"You... wouldn't..." Nailbunny growled before disappearing completely.

5v4329v85

Again, in the sake of a good ending, I cut it off about 400 words early. OH YEAH. I've actually started posting ART on my deviantart account (jonnac). Now all of you can see my 14 year old drawing skillz.