Author's note: I'm ba-ack! Hello my spleen-like friends, I have missed you all! I'm not sure how to start this new chapter but I hope everyone is pleased with the last chapter. You see, I am trying to follow the events in JTHM. So, Nny committed suicide. Sure it wasn't exactly the same way as last time and it was WAY shorter, but there you go. I'm gonna have someone find his body and eventually the information will leak back to the Order moments before the destruction and resetting of Earth. Then everything will pick up back where we left off I guess…sorry about giving away so much info. I'm tired and sick. I want hot chocolate. Then, I must contact my friend and ask her to meet me so that we may return the DVD's that I rented. Aw…I just realized that Mr. Fuck's gonna be gone soon! I'm gonna stop rambling…NOW!

Harry stomped back to headquarters fuming. What's his problem? Geez! He's not all important! He's so STUPID! GRRR! Who's gonna take care of Squee and Pepito? He's probably on his way to Brazil right now! How're we gonna get them back home? How the fuck is HE getting home?

"Harry, mate, where's Johnny?" Fred and George questioned him.

"Why?"

"Well, we need his advice on a couple of things." George said.

"He's gone."

"Wadaya mean, 'gone'?"

"I mean he's probably on his way to Brazil as we speak."

Hey, Harold James!

Yes, Mr. Eff?

You're a FUCKING TARD!

What did I do?

I don't know but YOU were the last one with Johnny and now he's DEAD!

"Wadaya mean he's DEAD?!"

I MEAN that he probably killed himself. He's not a stable person! You've just insured the destruction of planet Earth. He held reality! With him dead, everyone ELSE is dead!

"But I thought that me and him were the same, shouldn't that mean that as long as I'm around, the world's around?"

NO! You kill one flusher, you destroy the world. The others out there do not know of there role in holding everything together. But you know what? It doesn't matter…someone will reset everything. But I won't be a part of the new world. I will disappear forever, along with all of the other voices. Back to the Void for about…twenty YEARS! Then we have to move on to the next planet on the list! Irk. Good dear lord, that place doesn't need our help to make anybody crazy, Zim does that well enough on his own! By then he was talking more to himself than to Harry. And that was when the darkness swallowed them.

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ…now I know my ABC's and it is time to join Johnny!

"Is this…Heaven?" Johnny stood up and rubbed the back of his head with his left hand, noticing the long deep cut smeared with fresh blood.

"No, it's the Golden Gates actually." Said a man with strange glasses.

"In San Fracesco?"

"No, just outside of Heaven. Now, what's your name?"

"Jonathan C."

"C?"

"Yeah, I don't what it stands for so don't bother asking…" Johnny was very sensitive when it came to the topic of his memory loss.

"You were SUPPOSED to die in Brazil from multiple head injuries. Why is your head not messed up and WHY were you in England?"

"Well, I don't think that that's any of your business."

"Of course it is! I'm Saint Peter!"

"Who?"

"I guard the gates. I see to it that only the worthy ones STAY in Heaven. Now, lets take a look at your file…" as he opened up Johnny's files and began reading his health swiftly went down. After half a page, he was throwing up blood.

"Um…" Johnny backed away slowly for a few steps and then ran as fast as he could.

"Who do you think you are?" A girl with short brown hair was screaming at a women wearing business attire. "You are only one of the damned! Go! Do your job! Go to the gates! We have a new arrival and YOU were supposed to great him! We don't pay you to be late!"

"Yes, sorry, Ma'am."

"While you're at it, get God more Pringles!"

"Yes, of course, boss." Johnny stepped out from the shadows and approached them.

"Hello, sir, welcome to Heaven, how may I be of service?" The girl smiled politely.

"Well…I was at the gates and something appears to be wrong with Saint Philip…"

"There is no Saint Philip."

"I don't actually know his name…I just know it begins with a P."

"Okay, well, Damned Elise will get right on it. I must return to Hell, Senor Diablo will not be pleased…" (haha…the word Diablo was word #777…)

"Hello, sir, I am Damned Elise and I will be giving you a tour of Heaven." She had a monotone voice that clearly said 'I would like nothing more than to get that stick out of my ass, but I just can't get it out'.

"What's nibbling your nuts?"

"You try being damned! Day and night, night and day, I have to walk around pretending to give a flying fuck! So, sure, I was a little bit greedy, that's no reason to be condemned to HELL!"

"Pfft!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I don't know Satan or God so I can't be the judge of the judges but so far, you've been rather mean to me."

"Yeah, well, did you see that little girl?"

"What of it?"

"She's terrible, mean, and bratty, but she's an angel. And she's God's and Satan's lacky!"

"That's…weird…"

"The afterlife is so fucked up…so, why're you here?"

"Oh, I slit my wrists, see?" He held up his blood caked arms for her to see.

"Wow. Why?"

"Hmm…I…don't remember…" He smiled blankly at her. "How about you, how'd you die?"

"Heart attack. I was a work-o-holic, and so I was over stressed. Then…well, everything kind of collapsed. My daughter ran away. My son was hit by a car and fell into a coma and my husband left me. Then, I got fired. The second I heard the words, I knew that I would just…DIE! Well, needless to say they tried to revive me but by the time they could really DO anything, I was gone. I watched it all though. I don't know WHY I'm damned! I led a good life!"

"No, you didn't."

"Of course I did. I was never mean or cruel!"

"Yeah, but you wasted. You just didn't pay attention. If you had enjoyed yourself a little, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation."

"Yeah, well…whatever! C'mon! Let's get this done and over with!"

"Wow…I thought Heaven would be cleaner…"

"No. The people in heaven don't feel the NEED to clean so therefore everything is a mess. Hell is slightly better. At least with cleanliness."

"Why?"

"Oh, well there's this huge eyeball in the sky and people think that it's looking at them so, they clean. And clean. And pretend to be nice. And pretend to be good. They only do it because they think that if they are 'good' they'll get sent to Heaven."

"Why do you speak down on them? Aren't you one of them?"

"Oh, no. I'm higher up. I live in…limbo. I'm damned not a sinner."

"Oh. Well…that's good-ish…"

"Yeah, except that it means that I have to deal with Little Miss Snooty Pants every single day."

"Mm…I bet I'll probably go to hell."

"No. You would be there already. Usually, only damned and angels get to see Heaven."

"Really? So, that means I have a chance?"

"Pretty much. Well…unless you're REALLY terrible."

"That'd be me…"

"Why?"

"Well…I'm an insane murderer."

"Oh…well, that sucks. Anyway, I hope you aren't going to hell anyway. I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to every once in a while."

"Thanks...Elise." Johnny smiled a true smile and they walked on until they got to and endless field of people sitting.

"Welcome to Heaven." She swept her arm across the field.

"This is it? What's so special about this?"

"Well, everybody here is content…" she shrugged her shoulders.

"So? Can't they have that on Earth?"

"Kind of…but they would still need food and the like. Here, they need nothing."

"Wow…that's really boring."

"Well, they do have a few neat tricks. They just never want to use them."

"Like what?"

"They have the power to make people's heads explode."

"Ooo, really?" Johnny started bouncing up and down.

"Yep." Elise was happy that she could show her new friend all the cool things that Heaven had to offer. "And while you're here, so can you."

Johnny being who he was immediately went over to a random man and made his head explode.

"Could you not do-" Johnny destroyed his head again.

"Excuse me, plea-" BAM.

"Sir, do you-" Kablooky!

"STOP!" He destroyed Johnny's head.

Back and forth they destroyed each others heads, disrupting others.

"HEY! I'm blissin' over here!" A women with a blond ponytail shouted. BA-BOOMY! Her head was gone.

"That's not very nice." Said an old lady. She, too, was head 'splody-ed.

"Gwanma..." said a little toddler with tear filled eyes. He jumped at Johnny. "DESWOY!!!!!!" BAM! In mid-air the toddler had been blown up.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Elise stomped over to Johnny. "I'm gonna have to clean up this entire MESS!"

"Goddamit! Everything's always MY fault! WHY?"

"YOU! I HATE YOU! GODDAMIT! LET GO OF ME!" A bunch of weird looking angel guards grabbed her and pulled her away.

Then, Johnny fell and everything went black.

A/N: I know, this chapter sucked. But really, I'm suffering from severe writers block. Darn. Anyone who has any suggestions can submit them. I want chocolate.