Yay for more failure! Right?! RIGHT!? You all are so very kind, but I feel as the story goes on it just gets worse and worse and worse and...uhm...WORSE.

Sorry if the updates are slow for awhile, but I'm working on an Invader Zim dating sim and DAMN are those things hard to make. ;-;


Pepito huffed. He was definitely angry. He'd come all the way through the gates of Hell, so many many many miles from below to spend quality time with Squee. And dammit, he wanted it to only be Squee. Yet these infernal children were being…a cock block, so to speak. Pepito had suggested more than several times that he and Squee go to his house and hang out alone, but Squee wasn't exactly catching his drift.

"And so then I was like-"

Pepito rubbed his temples. Melvin's constant story telling was beginning to bother him. It was almost 6 in the evening, and the boy hadn't shut up. There was discarded soda and beer bottles riddled about he floor and a half eaten pizza plus three other empty pizza boxes. Brian found out earlier that he was going to live with his brother because his dad was going back to the marines and his mother was a stupid alcoholic that wasn't capable of caring for another human being. Brian was thrilled, of course.

"Hey Squee…why don't we get out of here, go to my house?" Pepito whispered, lightly nibbling on Squee's earlobe to entice him. "You did promise to…uhm…send letters with me," he chuckled lowly, letting a small breath linger between his lips and Squee's ear.

Squee groaned, "B-But…Pepito, can't we hang out for a little longer? Please?" he asked, looking at Pepito with large, pleading eyes.

Pepito stared at him, showing no intention of altering his decision, but Squee pressed on, his eyes simply shimmering in the light as he very subtly let his bottom lip jut out, putting his hands together pleadingly.

The other five in the room watched, wondering who would win the silent battle. It stayed like that for another minute or two before Pepito sighed and gave in, pulling Squee into an almost crushing hug. "You're too cute! I can't stand it!"

And what came next shocked every room occupant except for, of course, Pepito. Squee smiled brightly and let out a small giggle, clinging to him as they shared the warm embrace. Melvin, Brian, Aki, Torque, and Zita all looked at each other in mild shock. Squee was never happy. He never gave such a great genuine smile such as the one he gave to Pepito. He never let out any sounds of contentment that didn't sound like they were just mustered up replies of courtesy to someone's joke.

Squee noticed that Brian nervously picked up a beer can and flipped the tab back, taking a sip. For some reason he seemed terrified. Terrified of his contentment? Maybe he really believed it was the apocalypse, Squee thought. Or maybe it was something else? Was there some…jealousy in his eyes? No, no. Brian didn't like guys or homosexuality, for that matter. Really, he only liked Squee because he was Pepito's boyfriend. Being the boyfriend of the Antichrist had many advantages, but for some reason there was a void. A void that not even Pepito could fill.

Squee was roused from his thoughts by Pepito's voice and a finger prodding him in the side. "What's wrong Squee?"

"Oh…nothing," Squee smiled weakly, leaning on Pepito and closing his eyes.

"You can't fool me Squee. Why'd you get depressed all of a sudden?" Pepito asked softly, tilting the boy's chin up lightly. He leaned down and kissed Squee's lips with a very careful tenderness. "Tell me."

In the quietude of the room, Aki and Zita's small gasps of how adorable the couple was could be heard quite clearly. The girls held their breath, not wanting to miss a single moment.

"I just…can't stop thinking about…uhm…you know," Squee whispered, pressing his index fingers together innocently.

"Mm…that one man my father is so fond of. Hm…" Pepito let go of Squee and leaned back, lacing his fingers over his stomach.

"Please don't be mad!" Squee said quickly, crawling into his lap and hugging him. "Don't be mad at me, Pito…"

"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you, Squee. I'm mad at…him. He completely took advantage of you for all these years!" Pepito murmured angrily, gently caressing Squee's lower back.

Squee looked down, "N-No he didn't…let's not talk about this…not here, okay?" he whispered, leaning forward to kiss Pepito once more on the lips.

Pepito nodded lightly in agreement, pulling Squee flush against him. He smiled and kissed his nose, then his forehead, and then both cheeks. "You're so adorable…"

"Who wants to watch a movie!?" Brian interjected. "We can watch Pineapple Express…it's a really good movie," he murmured, sounding almost bitter in his tone.


Almost six months had passed since Squee had seen either Johnny or Pepito. It was lonely at times. They were the only two that really made him happy, and he seemed to take out this discomfort on his body. He'd gotten up to fifteen piercings, five small hoops on the side of either one of his ears, a tongue piercing, two eyebrow piercings, and snake bites. The brief pain from the piercings was a small substitute for the void in his heart, however.

"Toddd!" Zita yelled, prodding the boy in the forehead. "C'mon! I brought my piercing stuff!" she chirped, holding his hand as she led Squee from the kitchen, to the living room. They now hung out at Brian's brother's house. Brian insisted they called him Brother or Bro instead of using his real name. Squee complied without questioning.

Squee looked down and blinked, feeling around his face. That too. He hadn't looked at himself in a mirror in a long time, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten some sleep. He was having Nightmares every night and Schmee had stopped talking to him altogether. He sighed softly, shaking his head. "I don't think there's anymore room…"

"There is!" Aki chirped. "We haven't pierced your belly buttooonn~" she sang out, making Squee wince.

"Only…girls get their belly button pierced." Squee crossed his arms and pouted slightly. He hated being treated like a girl, just because he was gay, but he managed to bite his tongue and put up with it.

"Come on Todd! It'll look so cute!" Zita piped in, shaking a dangly belly button piercing in front of his face.

"I don't think so…my dad…got really mad about the last piercing," Squee murmured, sticking out his tongue to show his neon yellow and black tongue ring. His father's outrage and beatings had been coming a lot more frequently since Squee had become more rebellious. He'd always show up to school or Brian's house with a black eye, or two, cuts and bruises all over his face, arms, and legs, but no one questioned it. Once or twice Brian had brought it up, but Squee was always quick to change the subject, afraid of what his friends would think of him.

"Please, Squee? Pretty please?" Zita knew the nickname held some kind of power over Squee. It completely captivated him, and made him melt into some kind of obedient mold. Squee hated it, but he had to comply or Zita's incessant pleads would bring back painful memories of Johnny, cutting him in the heart like a knife.

"Fine…" Squee murmured, and before he could say anything else, Zita and Aki were excitedly pulling him into the bathroom, running off to find Brian's older brother who they were convinced was an absolute god at piercing. But he was just another guy with a needle and no real common sense.

The boy sat on the toilet lid as Brian's older brother leaned in below him, examining his belly button. "Hmm…you're really skinny," the older observed, lightly running his fingers over the dip on Squee's stomach. "You don't eat a lot, do you Todd?"

Squee shrugged. "It's…no big deal…" he murmured.

Brian's older brother nodded briefly, "Mhm…Mhm…hmmm…ladies, you wouldn't mind giving me some room, would you?" he asked. Zita and Aki giggled, shook their heads, and moved to the doorway, only to be waved back further by Brian's older brother's hand. "A little further please…and close the door."

Aki and Zita blinked, taking on looks of disappointment. "Well…okay…" Zita murmured, "But let us see right when you're done!" they giggled and closed the door, running off.

Brian's older brother stood up, walking to the closed door. He turned the lock and listened to it click, then look almost predatorily at Squee. "Alright Todd…let's do this."

Squee scooted back a little nervously, "Uhm…yeah." He murmured, bracing himself as Brian's older brother prepared the needle. He swallowed lightly and held his breath, grabbing onto the older male's shoulders as the needle pierced through his skin and Brian's brother expertly worked the needle and piercing until it was finally through.

Although it hurt, the pain was a constant relief. Maybe because it took his mind off of the pain in his heart? Squee let out a breathy sigh, and moved to get up, but Brian's brother's hands kept his wrists pinned down to the toilet's lid. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" he inquired.

"Zita and Aki-"

"Forget about those stupid little girls. They're annoying anyway. I don't see how you guys can stand being around them," Brian's brother chuckled.

"Well they'll get mad if-" Squee suddenly stopped, frightened by something that shone briefly in Brian's brother's eyes. Something akin to a look Johnny would often give him when he felt particularly…lusty. He never acted on the impulses, of course, but they were apparent to Squee who knew him inside and out.

It was such a blurry experience, and at first Squee struggled. Brian's brother's lips were crushed broodingly against his, and it was merely the shock that made him struggled. Brian's brother was very persistent, however, and soon Squee was relaxing, feel his shoulder blades, which practically connected, how tense they were, slowly relax with his shoulders. Things were moving way too fast in his mind. Suddenly he was on the freezing bathroom floor, pulling almost hungrily on Brian's brother's shirt and, once again much too fast, his shirt was shucked off somewhere that didn't matter at the moment. The once violent kiss was now tongues dancing and saliva mingling around, and had he always been chewing gum?

And again, very suddenly, Squee was lost, the weight that had been atop him had left, and it was a split second or two before he realized he was making out with the air. He blinked and looked up, flinching when he met the cold, yet burning, eyes of his lover.

"P-Pito…" Squee murmured innocently, pressing his index fingers together. Pepito threw Brian's older brother randomly, not caring about him. He grabbed Squee's arm painfully, and pulled him up, grabbing the boy's shirt and nearly dragging him out of the bathroom.

Zita and Aki grabbed Squee as he passed by, giggling. "Let us see, Squee!" Zita chirped, only to be silenced by Pepito's crippling glare. She obediently let Squee's arm go, and looked at Aki in fear as Squee began to protest. Pepito, however would not be moved, figuratively of course, and continued on, passing Brian who pressed himself up against the wall. Pepito backed up for a moment and poked Brian roughly in the chest, making him squeal slightly. "This. Is. YOUR FAULT!" he yelled, pushing him aside as he exited the house, slamming the front door, not caring that it caused some picture frames and other trinkets to fall and break.

For the walk to…wherever, Pepito was very quiet. Almost deadly was he in his quietude that Squee had begun to tremble in fear. "Uhm…Pito-"

"Save it," Pepito's words were swift and hard, like he had been anticipating Squee would speak at that very moment and planned out what was going to transpire all very well in his head.

They walked for another few minutes before reaching Pepito's house, long and towering, the feeling of near death and unruliness haunting its very essence. Pepito pushed Squee inside of his bedroom, watching him with the eyes of a hawk as he slammed the door, crossing his arms and silently asking Squee to explain himself. Squee had no intention of explaining anything.

"Todd, what on…earth! I can't even fathom how…" Pepito fished for the right words as he stressed noticeably. "Why. That's all I have to ask. Just why."

Squee moved back a little like a trapped animal, slowly getting further away from Pepito. He stood up and crossed his skinny arms over his thin chest. "Because…it's not like you're here in the first place! It's been six months. SIX MONTHS! At first it was okay…I'd see you periodically and we'd do a little something here and there, but then you just stopped showing up! How was I supposed to know you weren't breaking up with me!?" he asked, practiced tears falling down his cheeks. This was a trade he'd learned quite well, Pepito couldn't stand to see the boy sad.

"I said save it. It was all fine and dandy and cute little candy before, but I'm being serious now!" Pepito growled, grabbing Squee's shoulders. Squee began to tremble, looking at Pepito's deadly eyes with fear.

"W-Wait…Pepito y-you're just angry…maybe we should take a few days away from each other. You know, simmer down a lit…tle…" Squee grew silent when Pepito just seemed to get angrier. He shrank back, whimpering lightly as the other lifted his hand and brought it across the boy's face. The world stopped and grew silent, both boy's eyes growing as wide as the moon. Squee put a hand on his reddening cheek and looked up at Pepito who had an intense look of fear in his eyes.

"No! NO! Squee! Squee! I'm sorry, please…I didn't mean to-"

Squee backed away on shaky legs, terrified. Some even shakier breaths leaving his throat as tears laced his bottom eyelid. Pepito reached out, "Squee! Wait, please listen…it's the stress, and…I just…please!"

Squee backed up against the wall, Pepito slowly trailing him. He began to panic, making some small noises of fear as he felt around behind him, grabbing the doorknob. Quickly, Squee turned it and dashed out of the door, startling Pepito. "SQUEE! WAIT!" the other male yelled, beginning to run before his foot got caught in a pile of clothes, causing him to trip. "GODDAMN YOU ROOM. BE CLEAN FOR ONCE!" he yelled in his brief insanity.

Squee stumbled almost all the way to his house, shaking, running blindly, no set destination in his mind. Suddenly something cold had him, enrapturing his body, holding him close.

"Goddamit, Squee…"

Squee couldn't hear anything through his sobbing, or see anything through his tear-blurred vision, but before he knew it he was being carried, hoisted over a boney shoulder. He clutched to whomever it was, not caring if he were raped or murdered or violently mutilated. He was tired of the pure hurt and coldness he felt where there used to be a warm feeling. It wasn't too long before Squee was overwhelmed, and then everything after that was black.


Squee woke up, clutching his heart as he jolted into an upright position. He wiped tears from his eyes, but there weren't any there. He let out a small choke and tried to cry again, but the tears had completely stopped. He noticed that Schmee was placed delicately beside him. He picked the teddy bear up with a very careful tenderness, and kissed its fabric nose. "Oh Schmee…" he whispered, hiccupping oh so very lightly.

"Schmee…I don't know what to do…I'm so scared," the boy whispered, trembling. A few moments passed before Squee let out a small yelp, looking over to his bedroom door, which had abruptly swung open. He pressed himself against the wall, curling up as a knot formed in his stomach.

"Where do you think you've been!?" Squee flinched at the tone in his father's voice.

"I-I was…at Brian's house," the child whispered, shaking violently as his breath slowly left his body, making it hard to breathe. Squee's father sat on the edge of the bed, and when the boy started to cry he looked at him with angry eyes.

"Why in the Hell are you crying? I'm your father! And what were you thinking when you did…THIS!? I told you not to put these things back in or I'll rip them out!" Squee's Father yelled, grabbing Squee's eyebrow piercing and yanking it out, tearing the little bit of flesh that secured the metal. Squee let out a scream, tears filling his eyes.

"Stop stop!" Squee cried. "I'll take them out, I will!" But before Squee had the chance to do so, his father had grabbed the little dangly connecting from his belly button and yanked on it hard, tearing the skin and earning another scream from the boy.

Squee's father had effectively pulled out five or six more piercings before he got bored and left the crying boy to himself, blood rimming his ears, burning his eye, following the invisible symmetry line down his belly, and finally dripping down onto his bed. He tried not to cry too loud as he cleaned his own wounds, not wanting to anger his father any more.

Squee bandaged the deep wounds, trembling when he turned his head, disturbing his brow injury. Or when he breathed, which irritated his stomach injury. He wobbled back to his room, wiping the tears from his eyes as he laid in his bed, crying softly in pure agony.