Has anyone noticed how all my chapters are song titles? :D

no? Oh…well…they are! Except for Chapter…three? I think? It's a line from a poem by Robert Frost. :D

If anyone follows Johnny on twitter (Like me! :B I'm a nerd, I know) I totally used one of his tweets in this chapter. |D

And once again, thanks for following me through another chapter of FAIL FAIL FAILLLLL. –Dies-


A shriek tore through the air of Brian's living room. Aki clung to Squee who was staring forward, wide-eyed and cringing. He trembled and hugged Aki in return, terrified. A few moments went by before they both screamed again, bonking heads as they simultaneously moved to bury their face in the other's neck.

"Ow…" Squee groaned. The two children rubbed their heads and sat still, the fear and suspense gone for a moment, before another loud shriek from the television provoked their own shrieks.

"You guys are such babies!" Torque snorted. "It's just Hostile, it's not even that scary."

"Sh-Shut up Torque!" Aki pouted, crossing her arms as she jumped, seeing something awful flash across the screen.

"Torque's right. God, get some backbone, already," Melvin groaned, rolling his eyes. He looked over to Brian who was never one to stay out of a conversation, but he wasn't paying any attention. He was staring at the window intently, goosebumps covering his arms.

"Hey…you okay, Brian?" Zita asked curiously, noticing how the boy had blanched.

"Someone…there…there was a person in the window," Brian trembled, pointing to the darkness outside. "A-A d-dark figure…"

Melvin raised an eyebrow. Brian was never the type to get scared. He was usually very calm and collected, no matter what.

"W-Well?" Zita asked. "Who's…gonna go see?"

"Not me!" Brian gasped immediately, waving his hands in front of his face vigorously. "How bout'…Melvin! You do it!"

"Hell to the fucking no!" Melvin snapped, "I'm not going out there to get murdered!" he squealed.

"Torque!" Aki squealed. "You're the strongest, you do it!"

Torque shook his head, "I uh…gotta stay here and protect Zita, y'know?" he murmured, beginning to lift his weights nervously.

"I'll go."

The group looked over at Squee who seemed more than willing, which was a surprise because usually the smallest thing frightened the boy. Squee was completely stone-faced, his mouth turned down into a sour frown. He knew how much of a stalker Johnny was, but Squee was tired of it. It was one thing to follow him around on the streets, but spy on him when he was with his 'friends', and scare them half to death, no less. That was unforgivable! He was barely liked by them as it was, and he didn't need Johnny scaring them off.

"I'll go," Squee repeated, standing up from his seat almost mechanically, and heading for the door.

"Wait!" Aki squeaked, grabbing his arm gently. Squee turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow curiously. Aki looked down, blushing slightly. "Be careful," she whispered. Squee nodded and pulled his arm away, exiting the house.

"Aki loves Todd," Zita said quickly, sharply, and full of playfulness.

Aki glared at Zita, "Shut up! I do not!" she hissed.

Squee walked around the house to the side Brian had seen this 'dark figure'. He looked around, seeing neither action nor sign of Johnny. He tilted his head almost warningly and opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head. He stretched once and started to turn back to the entrance of the house, but something caught his arm. Fearing the worst, Squee slowly turned around, wincing and ducking as if he were going to be hit when he saw Johnny's bitter and distasteful glare.

"N-Nny…"

"Todd," Johnny drawled, making Squee wince again at how the man had referred to him by his first name, instead of his pet name.

"Nny…P-Please listen-" Though Squee had so many awful and horrid things he wanted to scream at Johnny…he couldn't. Johnny had been his friend, his mentor, and something like a father in a sick, twisted way, over the years. He wanted to apologize, but that wouldn't come out either.

"No, Todd, you see you've done something very very bad. Something that I look down upon. I was just here to tell you that you are no longer welcome at my home. I'm not going to watch you grow up around such imbecilic fools. You'll end up like them, and then I'll have to kill you. It was nice knowing you, but now we have to part." With all of that off of his chest, Johnny violently shoved Squee down to the ground, turning on his heel and playing with a butterfly knife to let his emotions simmer down.

"Johnny!" Squee yelled. "Wait!" Johnny didn't come back. He didn't turn, he didn't say anything, he didn't even pause! Squee hugged himself, looking down. "F-Fine! I really do hate you Johnny C! Don't ever speak to me ever again!" Squee suddenly felt dizzy, his head was spinning. He had to slap his palm against the side of the house. "Johnny...Johnny…don't leave me…" he cried. He knew it. He knew he needed Johnny more than anybody, but what little pride he had left was keeping his brain from realizing it.

"Todd….Todd, open your eyes, please. Come on, Todd…Tooooddd."

"P-Pito…" Squee smiled lightly and searched for the other boy's hand, grabbing it and curling up. He didn't open his eyes; they felt a bit too heavy.

"Ugh, gay!" Brian hissed, pulling his hand away and holding it to his chest.

Squee blinked and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around. "H-Huh?"

"You had a panic attack!" Aki squeaked. The others nodded in agreement.

Squee clenched his hands and felt the plush fabric of Brian's couch. He lay back down and groaned, his head aching painfully. "I just need some water," he murmured, standing up and wobbling as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Squee laced his fingers and laid his head against his knuckles. That was two panic attacks in one day, which couldn't be good. He figured he'd just ignore it, and hope that nothing horrible happened. It couldn't be much worse than what he was going through now. Maybe he'd die? That sounded pretty good.

"Don't you dare think like that."

Squee felt a warm pair of arms wrap around him, too strong to be Pepito or Johnny's, but whose else could they be? He blinked and turned around, shocked that it was, in fact Pepito. His muscles had gotten much bigger, though not so terribly that he looked like some kind of disfigured overly active body builder, but definitely a bit more toned. Pepito chuckled lightly and pressed his lips to Squee's neck, gently nibbling on a fading hickey. "Pepito…" Squee murmured.

"Hm?"

"Pepito, this isn't my house, y'know," Squee murmured. "I don't think they'll appreciate you suddenly appearing…"

"Oh come on, Squee. You just don't wanna see me, huh?" Pepito mock whined. "Who's house is this, then?" he asked, looking around. He wouldn't really know, because if he ever went to Squee's house they never did leave the bedroom.

"It's…Brian's," Squee murmured, crossing his arms slightly as he moved away from Pepito.

Pepito cornered the smaller boy with his arms. "What…are you doing here? Brian isn't a good influence."

"He's my friend," Squee murmured. "They like me now…"

Pepito sighed, "Fine…I'll let you be friends with them, but I'll be watching you young man," he sighed softly, beginning to attack Squee's neck in kisses and nips again.

"Pepito…stop…you can't just do this anywhere!" Squee whined softly.

"What? This?" Pepito purred, nipping at the junction between Squee's jaw and earlobe, making the boy shiver as he tried not to give in to the pleasure.

"St-stop! You're being mean, Pepito," Squee groaned, which made Pepito laugh lowly.

"Oh, Squee, you haven't seen mean yet," the antichrist purred, putting his hands on Squee's sides.

Squee eyed him, a hint of confusion in his eyes before he realized what Pepito meant. "Oh! No no no!" he gasped, trying to get away as Pepito gently brushed his fingers over the soft flesh of his waist.

The Antichrist smirked and began to tickle Squee who tried not to laugh. He bit his lip, nearly to the point of piercing the skin with his dull teeth.

"St-Stop!" Squee cried, realizing his mistake when he started to laugh loudly, unable to stop or control it.

In the living room, the group of kids stared at the kitchen door, then around at one another.

"What's he doing in there?" Aki whispered.

"Maybe he's being murdered," Melvin suggested in a low tone.

Brian shook his head, "It…sounds like he's laughing…" he murmured, rubbing the back of his head. "So…who's gonna go check on him?"

Zita elbowed Torque, "You do it. You're the strongest!" she growled lowly.

"Fine…" Torque murmured, setting his weights down on the couch before he hesitantly made his way to the kitchen door. Swallowing and giving himself a mental pep talk for whatever might be going on on the other side; Todd was a very strange person. He slowly opened the door, quirking an eyebrow at the scene splayed out before him, then closed it again.

"Well?" Brian asked. "What's wrong with him?"

"Did…you invite that antichrist kid over?" Torque murmured, slowly walking over and ducking his head.

Brian shook his head. "Isn't...isn't he supposed to be like…gone?" he asked worriedly. "Oh god…Todd's going to tell him that we're using him and he's going to asplode our heads!" he gasped, rocking back and forth as he held his head protectively.

"Shhh, shhhh, Brian! Shut up!" Zita hissed, flicking him in the head. "Don't worry, Todd wouldn't rat us out like that." She breathed softly. "He really thinks we want to be friends with him. It's okay." She continued to breathe steadily, swallowing as she clung to Torque's arm.


No one was quite sure how it happened, but it had. They watched, sitting separately from Squee and Pepito as they whispered to each other. Pepito was trying to make obvious advances every so often, but Squee would promptly reject them. They'd whisper lightly to each other, then a soft laugh or two could be heard.

At first Squee had denied that he and Pepito were an 'item' as Aki had claimed quite enthusiastically, but eventually Pepito had coaxed him into admitting it and Brian, with a motivational glare from Pepito, was more than happy to compliment how 'adorable' they looked together.

"Don't you wanna go to your house?" Pepito murmured to Squee, kissing his temple lightly as he played with the boy's hair.

Squee shook his head. "You know what today is," he whispered, burying his face in Pepito's shoulder.

"We can go to my housseee," Pepito purred, twirling a strand of Squee's hair with his index finger. He pulled lightly on it, then pulled Squee closer.

"Pito," Squee pouted, "you're making everyone feel awkward," he scolded lightly.

"Am not. Do you guys feel awkward?" Pepito asked, sending some warning glances around at the others.

The children vigorously shook their heads. "W-We're just watchin' some…y'know! Uh…some…" Brian stammered. "Some uh…"

"TV," Squee offered, noticing how Brian gestured towards the TV, but couldn't seem to think of the word.

"Yeah!" Brian nodded. "TV…we're watchin…some TV…"

"See," Pepito said, beginning to nibble on Squee's neck again.

Squee sighed, "You know, Pito…that one thing I do for you that you like sooo very much?"

"Huh?" Pepito blinked.

Squee rolled his eyes, "Usually whenever you have free time and my parents aren't home? Or sometimes we go to your house?" he murmured, trying not to be overheard by the others who were obviously straining to hear.

"Monopoly?" Pepito asked, genuinely confused.

Squee scratched the back of his head, trying to think of a way he could put this without the others knowing what he meant. He brushed his hair back with his hand, sighing softly. "And sometimes I wear that outfit that you like? You know, the shirt with the buttons? The one's I have to keep sewing back on?" he drawled lightly.

Pepito rubbed his chin, and Squee could tell he was just playing around now. "Nooo, I don't know what you're talking about, Squee."

"You do," Squee murmured.

"Oh you mean se-" Before Pepito could finish his sentence, however, Squee's hand was slapped over his mouth, and his face was bright red.

"Seee…sending letters. Yes. Sending letters to your family. I won't help you…with sending letters if you don't stop scaring everyone," Squee nodded. "So. Stop it, okay?"

"Can we send some letters tomorrow, then?" Pepito begged.

"Yes."

"For as long as I wannttt?"

"Maybe."

"Will you lick the stamps this time!?" Pepito asked, clapping his hands together and perking up excitedly.

Squee glared at him, but Pepito looked pathetically desperate so, with a small sigh, he rubbed his forehead and nodded. "Fine…"

Pepito hugged him tightly, "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" he all but yelled.

Squee sighed again and surreptitiously glanced up at the other kids in the room; he could tell that most of them had gotten 'the drift' at some point or another. He tried to shrug it off, and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired- very depressed. Although the aura in the room had changed to a more upbeat, happy one, Johnny was still fresh in his mind.

"Well-" Brian finally interrupted. "It's three in the morning and I'm tired. What about you guys?"

The others nodded and stretched out in their respectable areas they planned to use to sleep. Brian was on one of the three couches, Melvin and Torque took the floor, Aki and Zita shared the largest couch, and Pepito and Squee had the third couch. Squee was nestled comfortably on top of Pepito, sandwiched between the Antichrist's warm body and a blanket. He closed his eyes and finally his mind shut down for sleep.

Though Squee had managed to get to sleep, it hadn't seemed to want to stay. He woke up in a cold sweat, the terror of a horrible nightmare too much for him. He trembled and let out a shaky breath as his heart tried to slow itself back to a normal rhythm.

"Mm…what's wrong, Squee?" Pepito murmured, rubbing the arch of the boy's back gently with his knuckles, his eyes still closed as he tried to wake up enough to tend to the frightened boy.

"N-Nothing…you can go back to sleep," Squee whispered, kissing Pepito's cheek gently.

"Nothing?" Pepito snorted, making sure to be quiet enough so as not to wake the children around them. "Your stress levels skyrocketed a few minutes ago…are you having nightmares again?"

"I'm fine," Squee said again.

"Don't lie to me, Squee. Don't you have Schmee with you?" Pepito asked, stroking his lover's hair lightly.

Squee shook his head, "I have…I mean…I can't be dependant on Schmee anymore. I have to help myself from now on," he whispered.

Pepito kissed his forehead. "Do you need some water?" he asked quietly, concern evident in his tone.

Squee shook his head, dipping his head down to lay it back in the crook of Pepito's neck. "No, no, I'm fine."

"I'll talk you to sleep again," Pepito offered softly.

Squee shook his head again, already feeling the nausea and dizziness of sleep depravation. "I'll…be fine…" he murmured.

"…If you have another nightmare, wake me up," Pepito said, gently, laying his head back again.

Squee nodded, closing his eyes, once again comforted by the warmth that radiated off of Pepito.

"Goodnight Squee…I love you."

Pepito watched Squee's already sleeping face, sighing softly as he closed his eyes one last time before falling asleep as well, breathing softly.


"Have you ever been in love…Rob?" Johnny asked, cleaning a machete as he sat beside his most recent victim, glancing at the nametag on his jumpsuit.

"Oh…yes! Yes! I have a beautiful wife a-and three children. I love them very much! Please let me go…" The man, named Rob, begged.

"Mmm…I see. And this feeling love, is it supposed to hurt?" Johnny asked, leaning forward as he carved some messy hearts into the wood of a stockade with the edge of his machete.

"W-Well…uhm…sometimes, I guess. But I really do love my wife very very much; and my children are young, they need a father. Please let me go!" The man continued to plead.

"There's this boy. His name is Todd, but I call him Squee. He lives next door and he's amazing. He used to be so afraid of me, but then…he just stopped. He stopped being afraid; he stopped having almost…any emotion at all, until recently. I cut him open one night…heh, don't worry I sewed him back up and everything, he's alright, but…ever since then he'd become a lot more…emotional. He felt fear and hate and happiness and sadness, and…all these emotions all at once. It kind of overwhelmed me, I guess-"

"Excuse me, sir, but can I please go home? My son, my youngest, he'll be so sad if you kill me. Please let me go."

Johnny stared at him for a moment. "Squee…Squee would want that, probably." He stared out the window. "I went to go pick him up at school today…but I found out that he's hanging out with some bad influences. He thinks they want to be his friend, but I know kids like them. The 'populars'. Everyone wants to be their friends. They're soooo amazing, with stars and rainbows and happy!" he exclaimed, demonstrating this with jazz hands. "But underneath they're just as fucked up and depressed as any other miserable human being. They're going to take it out on Squee somehow. I know they are."

"Please-"

"BUT…I promised myself I wouldn't help Squee. He needs to learn this on his own. I need to forget about him. Yes. Forget."

"Excuse me, but…can you please let me go? I never did anything to you…" Rob said, trembling as Johnny shot him a look that held extremely malicious intent.

"If grabbing the morning paper, breathing deeply in the morning air and looking content isn't an invitation for murder, I dunno what is," Johnny stated dryly, putting his chin in his palms. "Plus. Why should you get to be happy with a family while I'm sitting here, absolutely miserable."

"Well u-uhm…m-maybe if you would stop m-murdering people, then…uhm…he'd like you a bit more. A-and...be less…afraid?"

Johnny shrugged, "Maybe you're right…" he murmured, tapping his fingers against his chin. "I've already fed the wall for tonight. I suppose letting you return to your family won't be that big of a deal. I…actually don't feel like torture tonight," he said, rubbing his own neck with delicate fingers. He kicked open the stockades, the unlocked lock falling to the floor. The man scrambled up and was out of the door in a flash.

Johnny closed the door and sat down on the bed where Squee used to sleep. He gently rubbed the area where the boy's body would usually occupy. Johnny could swear that there was still subtle warmth lingering behind, like Squee had been there all along and had only just left.


Are you guys dead yet? Did my stories finally kill you? No? Good. :D Uhm…I could have sworn I was going to say something…Erm…OH YEAH! I felt bad for not having that much NnySquee thus far, so I made this little Christmas flash as…maybe an apology? I guess so. O-O Usually apologies aren't as crappy and horribly put together as this one though….;;
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