Chapter 10: Visitations

A/N: A bunch o'stuff happens in this here chapter.

Start: 2/24/2012 9.02 p.m.

Devi's POV

Devi was busy sketching out a basic cover art idea for the final installment of 'Shrieky's Terrific Life of Unending Horror', well, technically she was the cashier at the 24/7 convenience store, but it was pretty much abandoned. "hmmm" she scratched her temple with the pencils eraser, trying to remember the 'horror's' of this particular issue. "Fuck" she whispered as the writing utensil slipped from her grasp to the floor. As she ducked under the counter she heard the DING! That signaled the arrival of a customer.

"I'll be with you in a minute" she waved a hand above the countertop to let whoever was there know that the store was staffed. After retrieving her pencil she emerged from under her station in time to see a "Nerd Troop" car swerve violently into the middle of the somewhat busy road.

"Well, that was strange" she mumble before returning to her sketch.

Johnny's POV

"Fuck, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" the maniac screamed as he swerved through traffic, utterly ignoring the sound of screams and exploding vehicles. "I can't FUCKING believe she works THERE now!" he continued his rant. "Well, let's look at this as an opportunity to talk to her!" Meat responded from the passenger's seat. "You should at least apologize to her in a normal way" Nail bunny suggested.

"I CAN'T" he shouted at his head voices, "After that last…incident three years ago I swore to myself that I'd leave her alone" he continued, his concentration everywhere but the road. "Well, obviously the universe thinks that swear is bullshit." The Reverend stated as the now mysteriously bumpy road caused him to bounce around the seat.

"FUCK THE UNIVERSE! FUCK YOU! AND FUCK, oh we're here" his rant was cut short as he slowed to navigate the D.H.M.I.'s parking lot.

Squee's POV

Squee had not been having a good week. First, the Doctor's had, at first, thought that HE had killed Ken and that other doctor. They had thrown him into a padded cell and zapped him a few times when he had tried to explain, eventually they realized the truth, and he still ached from the shocking though. Then his new roommate had moved in, there wasn't anything seriously wrong with him, but he had a tendency to scream obscenities at random times for no reason.

The screams obviously startled the boy, which caused him to accidently scribble all over his writtings. Not that he had been writing much, he was still a little dazed from the zapping.

He heard the door open and prepared for the typical "hello" outburst the tourette's sufferer always greeted him with. He was, however, startled in a completely different way.

"hiya Squeegee!" he whirled around and set his sight on his former neighbor.

" -man, what are you doin' here?" he stuttered slightly

"Ya know we're not neighbor's anymore, you can call me Nny" the crazed man said as he sat on Squee's bed. "and I just wanted to make sure you hadn't gone horribly insane from all the torment you've probably been through without me here" answering the boy's question, Nny looked worriedly at the boy. "I'm fine, thanks" Todd responded, "Were'd you go three years ago?"

"Oh well, I had a little "accident" with the whole distancing myself from emotion thing" He explained. "I just sorta freaked out and left, I'll understand if you hate me for abandoning you, especially after I said I'd break you out"

"No, I don't hate you, I've actually been feeling better since they stopped experimenting on me" The young human said as he sat next to the unstoppable killer. "Squee! This man is dangerous! Quick! Burn him!" Shmee shouted into his ear. "Say, how'd you get in here?" he asked as he ignored the pyro-bear.

"What? oh, I just claimed I was your long-lost cousin, Johnny Casil" He explained as he got up to look at some of the drawings Squee had done. "They won't release you to me, so you're gonna have to wait a few more weeks to be out"

"Why a few weeks?" Todd really wanted out of this horrible place. "Oh, nothin' just my house is a horrific nightmare realm that will leave you paralyzed with unending terror" He commented as he prepared to leave. "O-oh" the boy stuttered as he thought of all the nights he lost sleep over the horrific screams emanating from next door, he didn't notice his rooms door opening until the screaming started.

"AHOY THERE, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!" the Coprolalian screeched as he entered the room.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Nny screamed as he reached for one of Squee's pencil's. "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM, YET YOU COME IN HERE JUDGING AND INSULTING ME AND SQUEEGEE LIKE IT'S YOUR FUCKING JOB!" at the last word the lunatic shoved the pencil through the kid's treachea.

"SQUEE!" the boy squealed at the spontaneous violence, he quickly calmed himself. "Uhhh, Scary Neighb-Nny, that kid had tourettes." "Whazzat?" the maniac questioned as he stood over the wounded child. "It's where he screams stuff for no reason." The small boy explained. "Oh, sorry about that kid" Nny almost cheerfully apologized.

*Pained Gurgling*

"ummm, well, I should be going now, see you in a week or two" Nny said as he walked away from squee's room, waving back at the boy.

Devi's POV

She had finished the sketch of the cover a while ago; now, on one of the pieces of scratch paper she had a list of colors. They weren't colors for the painting, instead she had decided it was time to change her hair color, she had narrowed it down to either red or blue.

DING!

Devi looked up and was met with the sight of Dr. Kopf, "Oh god, you're here to try some more "Reintegration" aren't you?" "uhh, no that program was cancelled" the doc stated, looking down at his feet.

"Instead" he looked back up while reaching into his pocket. "We're going to be starting this "Art for the Insane" thing, kind of like getting them to express their craziness" he explained as he handed a pamphlet to Devi. "You'll be paid, and last time I was here I notice you doodling on that pad, do you have any experience teaching art?" he sort of drifted around comments as she looked through the pamphlet.

"Well, a while back I did help my friend improve her skills, helping her draw this little squeak to she has" Devi told the doctor as she thought of the little comic strips Tenna shoved under her door, mostly about spooky 'getting out more'. "Perfect! Well if you want to join just call the number in the back of that pamphlet any time next week, the program starts after that." His made his final comments as he headed towards the door.

A few minutes after he left one of Devi's younger co-workers came to start his later shift. After getting in her car Devi turned on the radio, which was, for some reason on a news station.

The first story was about how the "revolution" squatting in the larger of the city's parks had started to become a little more active. The second was on a large hurricane that was set to approach sometime next week. Devi frowned as the thought of the "revolution" camp getting swept away in the violent storm flashed through her mind before she changed the station.

"Aaawwww, come on you can't say you don't think those lazy bums deserve it" sicknesses voice rang in her ears. She ignored it as ascended to her room to begin the final cover, after this assignment she'd have about a week or two. 'Maybe I should do this "Art for The Insane" thing' she though as she closed her door behind her.

777th: yet

A/N: THE PLOT THICKENS! Muwhahahahaha! *ack*cough*wheeze*- I'm not trying to be funny there, I actually had a coughing fit.

Coprolalian – I think this is the noun form of Coprolalia – the use of vulgarity by tourettes sufferers.