*I will never go to another club in my life.

+Vile places aren't they?

*Yeah. I was just lucky that…

+That what?

*… well…

The clock in the new hotel room read 8:45 P.M. and I was getting ready to head for the club to meet the person that helped this girl out. If this person was willing to help out a girl that asked for it, then maybe they could help me out as well. I grabbed the keys to the room and stuffed them in my jacket pocket as I walked over to the door. Then again, maybe it was a pedophile.

I shuddered at the thought.

"Leaving?" Meat asked me, sitting on the bed with Squee and Psycho Doughboy as they all sat watching the movie that was on the T.V.

I nodded my head. "Yep, I have to check this person and the girl out to see if I can trust them with helping me out."

"Help you with what?" Todd asked with wondering eyes. I froze hearing his little voice ask me this question. I had yet to tell him what I was doing. He still thought this was one big vacation.

"Well, um… I-I-I." I stuttered messing with my hands and glancing around the yellow colored room we were in. "Well, you see Todd-,"

"She's a little lost at the moment."Meat butted in. "Her mother and Father were supposed to come get you and her so you could head for park not too far from here. The girl and her friend are just going to help her find her way."

I pointed to Meat.

"That's it!" I yelled. "That's what's going on!" I smiled and mentally thank Reverend Meat for helping me out.

"What did that girl mean when she said that when you were in Scary Neighbor Mans' basement you yelled at him and got her out?" He asked. I felt my gut turn. I wasn't even out the door yet and I was already having trouble with things. Maybe that was a sign of what was to come.

'Nah, that's stupid!' I chuckled.

"She was talking about when we went down to Johnny's house and we had a disagreement of sorts." I explained. "It was nothing." He didn't seem that eased with what I was saying, but I didn't have time to cover up my tracks. "I'll see you all later tonight."

"Going to have fun are we?" Meat asked me with a sneer.

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't think so." I mumbled with a hint of anger. "This isn't a game after all."

"Well maybe if you had some fun you would get rid of some of that stress in you." He added on when I opened the door. "You never know."

I smiled softly at this and had a worn out look plastered on my face.

"Okay Reverend Meat." I caved. "I'll have some fun if that makes you happy and gets you off my back."

"Someone's already on your back I heard." Meat replied. "And you're in their sights."

"Don't remind me." I groaned. "This is the first time in a long time that he's not going with me."

"Another reason to have fun." He pressed.

"I got it. I got it." I said waving my hand at the subject. "Have fun and all that jazz."

"And please do watch after Johnny when you're out." Nailbunny butted in. "I do worry about you when you go out."

I laughed at this, saying, "Okay. Okay, man you guys don't trust me or somethin'?" I raised my hands in the air a bit. "I'll be fine! And if anything happens…" I bit my lip trying to think of something to give them reinsurance. I finally had an idea and pointed to my head. "I'll contact Mr. Eff by talking to him in my head."

I started to walk out the door and raised my hand, waving bye without looking back.

"Later all!"

"SIS, WAIT!" I stopped closing the door and looked back into the room. Squee grabbed onto my leg and hugged me, burying his face into my dirty jeans. "Please come back. Don't leave me like mommy and daddy said they would." My gut knotted up at Todd's words. I patted him on the head.

"I-I'll come back Todd," I reassured. "I swear I will."

He let go of my leg and backed up to let me close the door. I sighed with closed eyes and ran my hand on my face, not wanting take off my beanie and run my hands through my hair.

'I hope I didn't make a false promise.' I opened my eyes. 'Next stop the club.'

I found myself instantly regretting agreeing to meet in a club. It seemed that most of the people in the club were drunk and high on something. I didn't like that the men in the club that all hovered over the girl of their choice for the whole night like a fucking dog in heat. Then again, most the girls did the same thing. I have no idea how the hell I was able to enter the club. I guess I was just lucky that I paid someone to walk me in with them so I didn't have to fight to get in.

But the fall back of this?

I said I would pay for the bastard's drinks for the night.

I sat at a red seated booth with the girl that I had met in the basement. I had found her at the booth when I first entered the club. But what's the kicker?

The person that she said helped wasn't even fuckin' there!

The lights that dance around the room started to hurt my eyes after the first second that I entered that damn place. But after sometime they just started to piss me off.

"So," The girl started. "What's your name?"

I growled in anger getting another laser to the eye.

'Pissin' me the fuck OFF!'

"My nick name's Sissy," I answered in fake happiness. "But Sis works too." I drummed my fingers on the round black table. "What about you?"

"Share." She answered with a smile.

"Riiight…" I looked around the club. "So… Where's this friend of yours?"

"Oh, he should be here soon." She answered, taking a sip of her drink.

I frowned at this.

'He?' Her brown eyes started to look almost hazed over for a moment, and then she sighed in a way that I couldn't really name off. But I knew one thing. 'This girl's not right. Share's up to something and I don't like it.'

I stood up abruptly with a bored look plastered on my face.

"You know what? I don't think tonight's the best night for this." I started to head for the exit on the other side of the club. "I think we should have a rain check for this." I felt someone watching me. I shivered at this and glanced around the club. The lights were flashing so badly that I couldn't see shit in a creek if I wanted to.

'Shit, this is bad.' I thought; sweat pouring down the side of my face.

"Oh, come on." Share whined, sticking out her bottom lip a little, and looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "I know he's about to come soon."

I glared at her with everything in me.

"Who the hell is he?" I hissed in rage, balling up my fist and grinding my teeth.

She turned to her now painted purple and black tipped nails, not answering my question. I slammed my hand on the table, the anger inside me escalating fast. She gasped in shock and started at me with wide eyes of fear. I don't know what the hell got into me, but it felt so good to let the anger out. It strange to say but, it was the most invigorating thing that hit me. Think of the most invigorating thing you can.

Got it? Now times that by ten-thousand.

Yeah, it was that damn good.

Why? I have no idea why. But let's get back to the story.

I leaned in close to her face, and hissed darkly, "You better fucking tell me, or so help me god, I will slam your face against this table so many fucking times you won't be able to see straight!" I stood up and felt something run through me that made me want to shutter with pleasure, but I only smirked.

'What the hell is this?' I asked in fear. 'I don't like this!'

Share calmed herself and glanced around the room, worry still in her heart. I could see it by the way she refused to look me in the eyes. Her eyes widened and a smile returned on her face.

"He's here!" She squeaked in joy. Before she could get up and run to whoever this person was, I grabbed her by the scruff of her blue sweater.

"Who?" I snarled, inches away from her now pale looking face. I felt someone staring at us, making me want to shiver. I shoved her back into her seat and glanced around the room. Share was a new kind of person brought here to be killed. But what the hell was she brought here for?

It clicked.

'She's a fan.' I thought fast. 'But not of Johnny.' I turned back to her to see her eyes in a dreamlike state. 'She a fucking Jimmy fan!'

I didn't wait to meet the crazed fan of the man that tried to kill me. Chances were, he would kill me or use me to get to Johnny. Johnny was after me. If that fucked up shit snatched me up and returned me to Johnny, in his fucked up mind, he would be Johnny's apprentice in reward.

I jumped over the poles that separated us from the dance floor on the ledge we were on and ran for it. The yells of the girl was heard from behind me as I dash in between people. If I were to stay on the dance floor, then they wouldn't be able to find me. At that moment, the fire alarm went off and water rained down on everyone in the club. Everyone screamed in fear and dashed for the exit.

I was shoved out of the way by countless people to the point I fell to the ground. People stepped on me and didn't even bother to help me. I yelled in pain feeling someone kick me in the hip where the car hit me the other day. The tears stung my eyes as I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. The pain was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life.

'I NEED HELP!' I yelled in my head. 'I NEED TO GET OUT NOW!' The hot tears threated to leak out as I buried my face into the floor. 'JUST MAKE IT STOP!'

"Oi! Now's not the time to fucking give up!" I shot my head up to see the last person I thought I ever would, kneeling down at my level. In front of me, in a human form, was Mr. Eff.

He had the same design as he would've had in his Pillsbury Doughboy form, the red eyes, the black ink around his eyes, his mouth that looked that it had been sewed shut then cut open, the needle like teeth. But, as before, he was somewhat dressed like Nny. The steel tipped boots with buckles were the same and the black messy hair. But the rest was different. Black torn jeans at the knees, his famous chef's hat perched on his head, a black chef like coat that went to his hips, and a red ascot tided around his neck. All in all, this scared the shit out of me.

He looked nothing like Johnny like he did in that nightmare.

He smirked evilly at me.

"I'm too close to getting what I want from you just to have you die on me to ruin it all." He hissed.

I growled in anger, and hissed back, "What the hell are you doing here?"

He pointed at me with one unclipped jagged rotten black nail. "That." He sneered, his eyes glowing red. I blinked in confusion at what he said. "Your anger is what brought me here."

I glared at him.

"I don't have time for your games Mr. Fuck." I gasped in pain feeling someone step on my leg. "Shiiit!" I bit my lip to stop myself from going on. Mr. Eff smirked at my pain.

"I could help you~," I looked up to him to see he was smirking at me as he looked at me from the corner of his red eyes.

"But?" I asked, feeling the pain starting to get to the point that it was about to make me pass out.

"Always know when there's a catch, eh?"

"Always." I replied with a smirk.

He pulled something from his chefs' coat and placed it in front of me. My eyes widened at the sight of what was in front of me. A butcher knife glistened in the stroke light as I stared deeply at the knife. It was almost hypnotizing.

"Take the knife." He chimed softly. "That's all I want you to do."

I stared at this knife for some time. It almost felt as if everything around me was gone and it was just me and that knife. What was with the knife? Why did he want me to take this? I felt my leg throb in pain. I didn't have a choice. I grabbed the knife.

"Good girl." Mr. Fuck said darkly.

I sat up, grabbed my knees and stood shaking in pain. I felt Mr. Eff's eyes scanning me with criticism, walking around me slowly. He towered over me in height making me even more fearful of him. I spotted someone running right at Mr. Eff. But what happened next almost made my jaw drop. The man just walked right through Mr. Eff.

'He's not here?!' I thought.

"Run." He ordered.

I frowned.

"Wha?"

"Run or get murdered by the girl." Mr. Fuck laughed coldly at something. "She does want to prove to that weird fuck that she can work for him." His red eyes traveled down to my right hand. "Or take the third option…"

My eyes traveled down to the knife in my right hand. I felt someone squeeze my shoulder. I glanced up to see him smiling widely in the most evil way I had ever seen to show all his sharp needle like teeth.

"It's not wrong to do so. It is in self-defense Little Miss Sis." He hissed near my ear. "You just need a little… guidance to get you to see the right in this situation. That's what I'm here for." He grabbed onto my hand and slowly raised it with the knife pointing straight out in front of me. "I'm your friend. I'm just trying to help you,andthey aretrying to kill you…"

Screaming entered my ears again, knocking me out of my trance and seeing that people were still running out of the club. I turned to face Mr. Fuck.

He was gone.

I looked back to my hand to see the cold butcher knife still sitting in it. I lowered the knife fast with wide eyes.

"T-There's no way I could kill a human!" I mumbled to myself, grabbing my head. "I-It's just not right!" I looked around the club for the one thing that would save me. I spotted it.

The restroom.

I pushed my way in between people to get into the restrooms. If I were to sit and camp there for a short time, then the heat on me would slowly lower and the two would think I left with the group. I got knocked to the ground and hit my head on the floor. My head became dizzy and began to throb. But something else happened that I didn't expect.

Someone yelled the loudest I had ever heard in my life. I opened my eyes to have something warm and wet land on me. The man in front of me, that was way too skinny, had an object sticking out of his chest. The stroke light lit the room to allow me to see the object. The butcher knife that was in my hands had stabbed into his chest when he tried to push me out of the way.

I turned to my clothing to see red crimson on them.

'O-Oh god!' I thought in fear, raising my hand to place over my mouth, feeling the tears flow over my eyelids. 'I-I just stabbed a man!' The man leaned against the wall behind him and slowly sliding down the wall, his blue eyes becoming hallow. I sat up and crawled over to him on my knees.

"H-HEY!" I yelled, grabbing onto his leather jacket. "D-Don't do this to me man! Stay with me!" His blue eyes slowly turned over to me. I felt my gut drop seeing his eyes slowly become cold and lifeless. I grabbed onto his face, and said, "P-Please know I didn't mean to do this! I-I'm sorry!"

He slowly opened his mouth. My eyes widened in shock as I leaned in to hear his last words over the loud music in the club.

"Y-Y," He closed his mouth and swallowed hard. He opened his mouth again. "Y-You…bitch…" He died shortly after saying these words to me. I stared at this guy for a second.

"I-I… I hate this world so much." I lowered my head in gloom.

"BOO!" I yelled in shock seeing Mr. Fuck in front of me again. He laughed with tears appearing in the corners of his eyes, holding onto his side as he did so. "Holy shit! You should have seen the look on your face!"

"Y-You DICK!" I yelled, punching him on the shoulder.

"Oooh," He mused spotting the body. "I see you killed someone. And it wasn't even the girl Share!" He glanced back to me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I would have never taken you as the Johnny Boy type."

"What the hell does that mean?" I glared at him.

He pointed to the body behind him.

"Need I say more?"

I tried to spit out what was in my mouth. "T-Th-Tha-That was a-a mistake!" I saw the smile on his lips start to grow with every second that past as I tried to explain. "H-He ran into me!"

"Reaaally? Is that so? Eh, I don't know." His cold, skinny, hand wrapped around my chin and titled it up to face him. Mr. Fuck chuckled darkly. "All this blood on you says a different story~." I slapped the skinny hand away from my small chin.

"F-Fuck off." I hiccupped, warm tears running down my blood riddled cheeks. He paused and scanned around the room.

"It's getting thin in the club," He mumbled. He grabbed onto the knife and pulled it out of the man's chest. The man yelled in agony making me gasp in shock.

"H-He wasn't dead!?" I yelled in fear.

"Eh?" He stared at the man. "Uh… guess not…. That means I killed him… Fuck that means it hasn't happened yet…"

"What?" I asked hearing Mr. Eff say this.

He grabbed onto my small arm and dragged me into the restroom with him. He slammed the door locked it, a growl slipping through his lips in rage. He red eyes landed back onto me. I backed up a bit seeing his grip on the knife grow.

"You have to take it." He hissed, trying to hand the knife to me. I backed up more, shaking my head no. He snatched onto the scruff of my shirt, pulling me closer to him. "Take it or die your choice Skinny Minnie!"

"I-I can't!" I snapped in rage. "I can't kill someone like you and Johnny!" His eyes sparked a little. Mr. Eff pointed the knife at me. I stumbled a bit, but the grip on my shirt preventing me from falling or getting away from him. "W-What are you-,"

The cold tip of the knife pressed on the side of my neck. I could feel my heart beat become more rapid and hard as his grin grew ten times larger. I didn't like what Mr. Eff was doing. And I sure as hell didn't like not knowing what he was up to.

"Do you like this?" Mr. Eff asked me in rage. "Do you like the feeling of death being over your head?"

"N-No!" I leaned back to get away from the knife, only to have him pull me in more.

"Do you want this feeling to stop? Don't you want to live to see your way home?!"

"Y-Yes!" I snapped, feeling sweat starting to form on the side of my face.

"Then take the fucking knife!" He blurted. I grabbed the butt end of the knife, and when I did his grip vanished from the front of my shirt. I breathed deeply as Mr. Fuck glared at me. "I'm trying to help you out."

I stared at the black and white stripes on the butt end of the butcher knife as the words sunk in. He was trying to help me. Why was I fighting then? I gulped and looked back at Mr. Eff to see he had an unreadable face. Maybe I was overthinking everything and becoming paranoid. So paranoid, that I was accusing the only person that was trying to help me of trying to us me.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. "Y-You're right."

He smirked at this.

"Good to see you're seeing it my way finally."

I'm sorry guys! I said I would upate yesterday but I was in so much pain that I forgot to do it! I went to a football game with my father, and that was cool, but I don't get enough sun and I got hella sun burn on my face! So now I look like a skinny pole with a red face. And this is how you know that I'm really pale. It wasn't just my face that got sun burned, but my lips got sun burned too. And it's all third degree sun burn! My eyes hurt! I don't know if you can sun burn your eyes, but it hurts to blink! But nothing else got sun burned, just my face. So I look like a red panda. (Yes, it's a real animal.)

And how many of you would have thought that Share was a Mmy fan and that's what got her into Johnny's basement? I'm not hating on the guy, just thought that it would be good twist on the whole thing. And Mr. Eff's in a human form now.

Seem's like someone's slipping...

Anyway, I'll upate on Friday at 9:30 P.M.! It's about to get real enteresting here soon readers.