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Poppy (C) Prisoner Of Pain (YES! SHE RETURNS!)
Summary: Do you people really need one? :O
OH DEAR GOD. I'm actually writing this with a NEED to write it. XD I'm trying to write it, but it's becoming hard. I'll tell you why: BECAUSE I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK. D: I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING! D: SOMEONE HELP! BEFORE THEY FALL VICTIM TO MY HORRID WRITING. D:
Squee had been in school, along with Shock, Lock, Poppy, and Barrell, for almost half a year now. Jack had been working more and more during the week to spend time with Daphne on the weekends, the same going for Sally. Leaving, Johnny, Psycho, and Daphne, home alone. Five days a week. Johnny and Psycho didn't mind watching Daphne, but she could be a little bit of trouble. Seeing as Johnny didn't find himself keen on undressing a little girl. Psycho did most of the actual work, and Johnny kept her happy.
Daphne was six months old and she was already starting to speak in meaningful sentences. Though, she dejected to learn names. She knew mommy, daddy and nothing past that for names. Johnny was persistent. He wanted her to know his name. She gave Psycho a nickname, the same as Shock. For when he had said that his name was Psycho, she instantly started saying Psy. It was adorable, though it annoyed Johnny to a great length.
Monday mornings were never fun for anyone. Namely Johnny and Psycho. Daphne seemed to have an odd sleeping pattern. Being born late at night, her sleeping pattern was off. She was up all night, and slept all day. Though her pattern was getting better, she still woke up at early times. Those being about an hour after everyone left for school and work.
"Psy, Psy, Psy, Psy, Psy, Psy, Psy!" Her voice was brought up about several octaves to wake the blonde up. He pulled his head up slowly from it's place against Johnny's neck and smiled at her.
"Yeah?" He whispered, hoping he could let Johnny sleep for another hour or so.
"Why're you whispering?" She whispered too. She was adorable.
"He needs to sleep." He got out of the bed and slowly walked over to her. When Jack woke up every morning, he would put Daphne in the crib he placed in Johnny's room. He thought it was a good idea. The boys did not. It took all Psycho had to keep Johnny from expressing his distaste to the idea.
"Oh." She smiled as he reached into her crib and picked her up. "Bottle?" She still wasn't fully developed in sentences, but she did alright. Her fangs gave her a very small lisp.
"After this, okay?" He always changed her first, then fed her. She seemed to know the routine, but she always asked.
"Okay." He took her into the bathroom and changed her diaper and clothes, then changed his own clothes. He handed a small bottle to her and carried her over to the bed. He sat down and cradled her. He chuckled. This had been one of the memories from the "childhood" he had planted into his brain. He knew it wasn't real, but they have him a childhood to remember. It wasn't the best though. He remembered his mother, of only sixteen, holding him, cradling him, and smiling down at him. He remembered his father, asleep next to her while she cradled him. He remembered his father waking up and peering over her shoudler down at him with a smile. He remembered not having much, but being happy for everything he had.
Daphne always made a small sound when she saw Johnny. It was something like a name she had for him. Psycho was happy about that, so that every time he had her over his shoulder and Johnny tried to sneak up on him, he would fail.
Psycho quietly played with Daphne for three hours. She even calculated how long it had been. When she didn't make her small noise, Psycho was startled to feel Johnny's cold hand on his back. He straightend and tensed. Daphne giggled.
"Good morning." Johnny went nose to nose with the little girl. The smile they shared was creepily homicidal. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Psycho's shoulders. "Of course, to you too." He kissed Psycho's temple. Now, Johnny had taken to reading everyDiseny or childhood classic book to Daphne. He said it would make her intelligent, because he learned almost everything he knew about wildlife from Bambi. This meant she knew of the general romantic situations. Cinderella and Prince Charming. Girl and Boy. It was only a matter of time before a girl of her intelligence asked.
"How come you're both princes?" It was an odd way to ask. Both blushed and smiled at her awkwardly.
"It'll make better sense when you're older." They both answered at the same time. She smirked and nodded. Her tiny fangs sunk into the rubber of her bottle. She tended to like normal cups, but everyone was lazy in the mornings.
"Like, our age." Psycho smiled.
"But, I'll never be the same age as you." She said softly, getting a laugh from Johnny. Sometimes, the girl would say the most adorable things, and Johnny, who had never really spent time with a baby before, thought it was even more adorable.
"You will be sooner or later." Johnny hopped off of the bed and into the bathroom. He emerged dressed with a smile and clean clothes. "What're we gonna do today, Mother Dee?" Johnny snickered. He must have come up with that when he was changing.
"I don't know, Princess Johnny." He gave Johnny a sick smirk and got a giggle from Daphne. The little girl jumped from Psycho's lap and ran over to grab a flyer from a corner. She ran back up to him with a smile.
"It's today." She giggled. Psycho stared at the paper with Johnny reading it from over his shoulder.
"Oh dear god..." Psycho smiled. "She wants to go into public places!" He laughed. "I think that could be fun." Psycho smiled up at Johnny. "What about you?" The blue haired man looked at Psycho, then to Daphne, taking in their expressions, and managing his own. He smiled and nodded.
"I think so."
Now, when you've never really been out in Halloween Town before in your entire time there, and you're walking around with a little girl on your shoulders, you got some odd looks. Then, when you have a murderer at your side, you get ever more looks. Then, when you're someone like Psycho, you get even more looks. So basically, nearly everyone in town was staring at them. Daphne knew them all, so she was waving like she was a princess. Everyone waved back with tons of happiness. It was Jack's kid, you better be good to her, though seeing her with humans was unnerving.
"Oh look! It's the humans, dear! With the Daphne child!" A woman who seemed to be green and slimy walked over. She pulled her smaller son along with her, and got their attention easily.
"Swampie!" Daphne said happily. "Monsto!" She waved down at the boy who waved back as his mother placed him on her shoulders as well.
"Hello, Daphne, dearie! How are you?" The woman dubbed "Swampie" smiled kindly.
"Good!" She had that adorable twinkle in her eye.
"Would you like to introduce me?" Her smile stayed.
"Mhm." She nodded happily. "This is Psy!" She pointed down to the blonde holding her up.
"Psycho." He smiled and shook her hand. It wasn't even slimy to the touch. If anything, it was smooth as silk.
"And that's Nny-Nny." Psycho snickered as Johnny sighed. That was the closest to his name the girl ever called him.
"Johnny." He did the same as Psycho and smirked at the girl. "So difficult." He laughed.
"So crazy." The girl smirked back. They shared homicidal glares and Swampie awkwardly looked at Psycho.
"So, where are you headed? Nobody has ever seen you outside of the treehouse!"
"Well...we're going somewhere Daphne wanted to go, instead of keeping her holed up like some kind of slave." Psycho smirked as Swampie laughed. She actually got the joke. It was so simple, most people didn't understand.
"Carnies!" Daphne yelled happily, the boy; Monsto, joining in. They seemed to like them- The carnies that is.
"Oh that sounds wonderful! I would hate to keep you! It was wonderful to meet you two." (Yeah. I know. HORRIBLE CONVERSATION.) She smiled and walked off as though they were normal residents. Psycho enjoyed that feeling more than many things. Many things, mind you.
When they got to the "carnival" it was one of the most awkawrd things. Daphne looked quite a bit human, and everyone already knew Johnny and Psycho as "the humans". When everyone ends up staring at you, it feels very awkward. Even worse, they flock to you.
The best? They were flocking to Daphne. Fawning over how adorable she was, completely ignoring them. Psycho and Johnny shared a smile and actually started to enjoy the carnival.
(Okay. You see, I don't think anything really interesting, cute, or even funny could come out of a carnival with me writing...So I totally skipped it. THEY HAD A GREAT TIME!)
Johnny and Psycho walked through the doors of the treehouse, laughing. Daphne was perched on Johnny's shoulders and she was singing. She had been singing since the middle of the carnival. They had stopped at a small booth playing music, Daphne loved the song and wouldn't leave the booth until she knew the words by memory. Johnny had even started singing with her in German. He had explained to her that the song she had heard was an English translation. She insisted it was the other way around.
"Hast du etwas Zeit für mich, dann singe ich ein Lied für dich. Von 99 Luftballons, auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont. Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich, dann singe ich ein Lied für dich! Von 99 Luftballons und dass so was von so was kommt." Johnny sang in German, smirking when the girl thought for a moment.
"You and I in a little toy shop, buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got. Set them free at the break of dawn til one by one, they were gone. Back at base bugs in the software, flash the message, something's out there! Floating in the summer sky, 99 red balloons go by." She sang back, not as fluidly as Johnny, and it was obviously by sound memory, but it was right and it was adorable.
"Good." Johnny nodded with a large smile, he pulled Daphne off of his shoulders and put her in the parlor. (THERE IT IS AGAIN! :D) She played in there from three until the time Jack got home. So from about three to the next morning, Daphne was not Psycho and Johnny's job to entertain. Though, they still had to watch her while she was in the parlor. Psycho ended up doing the watching of Daphne and Johnny watched the door for Todd. He would ask the boy more questions than anyone could understand and somehow, he and Psycho ended up helping him with his homework. It was odd how these things happened, but they were enjoyable for them.
Todd usually came home right when Shock, Lock, and Barrell did. Sometimes even after, but on that day, he came running in the door and slammed it after him, at least half an hour earlier than usual.
"Squeegee!" Johnny jumped at him, but the boy flinched back. "What's wrong with you?" Johnny took an odd pose which was observatory mixed with rejection. It was very amusing to Psycho, who held in all of his laughter by holding his hands to his face.
"They...Oh dear god, Nny you have to help me! Hide me! Somewhere!" The boy latched onto Johnny while he shook.
"I'll hide you..." Johnny smirked. "If you tell me who you're hiding from! Why?" Johnny loved playing games. It never really was fair on the boy.
"We're having a dance on Friday. It's one of those backwards ones, where the girls ask the boys. Help." Todd squeaked his last word out. Psycho was having more and more trouble holding in his laughter, his face was already a shade of red.
"What? Nobody's asked you?" Johnny seemed oblivious to Todd's problem. Psycho couldn't hold it in any longer, he started laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "Dee? Have you gone crazy or something?" Advil for aching sides: Six dollars. Johnny and his oblivious moments: Priceless.
"T-Todd?" The boy looked over at Psycho who had started to calm down. "Your problem isn't that you haven't been asked yet, is it?"
"No..."
"It's that you've been attacked by rabid teenage girls, isn't it? Almost everyone wants to go with you."
"Yes..." Todd nodded and squeaked when someone knocked on the door. Nobody ever knocked.
"Like I said." Psycho's face had returned to normal, and Johnny wore a confused expression. Psycho opened the door enough for the person to see him, and only him. "Yes?" It was a girl. She wore a dress that matched the style and colors of the uniform Todd, Lock, and Barrell wore. It was the same dress Shock and Poppy wore. Neither wore it willingly though. It looked quite adorable on the girl, but she wore way too much makeup. And she was decomposed. Otherwise, she was very pretty.
"Oh..." She looked up at Psycho with wide pink eyes. He was adorable. He was blonde. He had bangs. He was pale. He had red eyes. He was a lot of things girls liked.
"Hello?" He waved his hand in front of her face. "Can I help you?" She snapped back to reality and blushed.
"I was uh...I was wondering if Todd lived here. If I could see him?" Psycho smirked, Todd was well known.
"Could you hold on a second, please, miss?" Psycho used his cutest voice and she nodded. He closed the door and looked at Johnny. "Case. Closed. He's popular!" He looked at Todd. "You wanna talk to her?" The boy shook his head. Psycho opened the door and stared. There were three girls where one had stood before. They all wore the same dress. Psycho shut the door and opened it again, they had multiplied to ten. He blinked, and then there were twenty. "OKAY! THIS ISN'T COOL!" He shut the door and opened it one more time, now seeing at least fifty girls. There was a small little group moving toward the door though. Psycho looked away, and when he looked back, he saw Lock, Shock, Poppy, and Barrell wading through the sea of hundreds.
"This is completely idiotic!" Shock growled as she neared the door.
"No it's not! It's amazing!" Lock smiled at every girl he made eye contact with, even though he already had a date.
"It's awesome!" Barrell had a date for Friday as well, but he still thought having girls up at his door was amazing. He was truly, never going to grow up.
"You're both horrible! There must be every girl from our school here! All for Todd. It's just not right. The boy should be able to choose for himself. Not have them run to him!"
"But the girls are supposed to ask the boys." Barrell smirked.
"SHUT UP!" Shock barked.
"Make me!" Barrell snapped back. The two went on like this for some time, even after they were safely in the house. Lock had walked away, and Poppy, Johnny, and Psycho were sitting and playing with Daphne.
"You're so annoying! Why can't you just stay quiet?"
"I can say the same about you, witch!"
"Skeleton!"
"Cackling bitch!"
"Scrawny fucker!"
"Will you two please just SHUT THE FUCK UP?" Johnny stared at the girl next to him, and Psycho did the same. Poppy had just spoken, and her voice was beautiful. It was musical, even though she was annoyed, it was as though she had never spoken in any way but singing. No matter how it was made that way, it was amazing, causing the two on her sides to stare.
"Did you just-?" Psycho smiled at her. She shook her head no and quickly walked up to Todd's room.
"You see, you two fight too much!" Psycho followed her upstairs.
"Just have children and get it over with!" Johnny barked. "Wait. No." Johnny shuddered. "ACCEPT IT, DAMMIT!" He then stormed up the stairs noisily after Psycho.
"HELL NO!" They both yelled at once, and noticed Daphne's giggling. She was watching cartoons, and obviously, her facial expressions melted their hearts. The girl could stay glued to the television until Jack got home, and it was adorable.
"I don't like you...you know...like that." Barrell was such a kid.
"I don't wanna fuck you either."
"So...you do wanna do that to Lock then?" Barrell smirked as he was already making a run for his room. He was screwed.
"Huh...WAIT!" She started running at him. "COME BACK HERE YOU SKINNY FUCKER!"
Johnny and Psycho watched from a safe corner and laughed. Someone was bound to find out that Lock and Shock were more than just what they were before. If that made any sense. Lock would circumvent the question, and Shock would resort to attack. She was a fucking Irken!
"Is Shock Barrell's girlfriend or Lock's?" Psycho gripped Johnny's shoulder, the boy was tired.
"I have no fucking idea." He laughed again. It was just too funny. Not even Psycho: Matchmaker Extraordinaire, was sure who Shock wanted more. If you asked Johnny, he would think she would pick a loaf of bread over either or them, or both, if she was offered. It seemed like she wanted nothing to do with either Lock or Barrell, though she was going to the school dance with Lock.
Johnny wasn't confused by much, but this was too much for him to even understand.
He remembered telling Shock: "Girls confuse me sometimes...Though, I really, don't think I want to know half the things that go through your head." Now, it seems so stupid and childish, but back then, they were younger. They were new, untouched. They were immature. Now, there were adults. Old, scratched, and dented. Matured and trying to keep life simple. It hurt to look in the mirror to see a skinny and pale person who you never knew you could be, when you expected the vibrant and tan person who you were back then. Back when the good times were all there could be. Nothing could bring back the vibrant child they had been. All they had left was one another, though it seemed like plenty.
"Todd." Psycho turned slightly, shifting Johnny with him.
"Squeegee! What's that?" Johnny pointed to a paper in the boy's hands.
"Literature. Could you help me? I have to find deeper meaning in a shitty story. I remember you finding deeper meaning in everything...You seemed like the best person to help..." Todd fiddled with the corner of the page.
"Sure, Squeegee!" Johnny picked the paper from the small hands and followed Todd to his room. Psycho slowly followed. "What's the story?"
"It's called "My Twin". A girl who looks in a mirror and thinks she has a twin sister. Though, in the end, her mom shows her a picture of herself and it's a different girl than she sees in the mirror. Some weird stuff."
"Hmm..." Johnny scratched his head and his tongue popped out innocently.
"It's probably something about having another side to her. Another personality. She can be another person under some circumstances and such. She's basically two people." Psychon yawned. "Does she freak out about being trapped in part of the story?" Todd nodded and Psycho smirked. "She feels like she has a twin, but the twin's in her body, and it's something she wants to change." He scratched his shoulder. "She's trapped inside herself and wants to be free, and her own person. Probably something about having rights to be who she wants. She is her own person inside, but outside, she's the girl they want her to be. That kind of thing. Really tragic and emotional."
"Holy shit, Dee. When'd you get so emo and dark?" (Can you tell I like poking fun at emos yet? ::giggle:: That's only the start.)
"Huh? No. I read this story when I was younger. It's from...the year one or something. Everyone's mandated to read it at some point."
"Well I never read it..." Johnny grumbled as Todd walked them out of his room.
"Thank you!" Todd was scared of having Johnny in his room for any longer than needed, in case the man ever found some need to perch on things.
"Come on." Psycho walked Johnny to his room and sat on the bed.
"I'm gonna take a shower. A really long one." Psycho looked at Johnny with eyes wide. "I promise not to nearly drown like that last time!" He punched Psycho's shoulder. "That was a bath and I was tired. I'll be fine. Two hours tops." The blonde nodded and Johnny walked off into the bathroom.
Boredom attacked Psycho's brain.
What would you do if your blue haired-maniac killer-boyfriend took a long shower, leaving you with no entertainment? (Well, if you were a pervert, you had something...) Sure, there was TV, but sometimes it didn't seem interesting.
Psycho didn't have many things of his own, just an iPod and some clothes. He had gotten the iPod as a gift from someone during his time in Halloween Town, so it really wasn't truly his. Somehow, Psycho couldn'y find it in him to accept gifts. It just felt wrong, though when you lived like the blonde had, it got hard to do a lot of normal things. Accepting gifts because he never got any, sleeping even, because Eff-Psycho chose not to remember those things. He was pleased with how his life was at the time, even if it was one hundred percent different from how he had expected it to be. His most major change being his realization that he had been hiding in the closet all of those years. It was odd for him to think of it that way. Homosexuality was a sin and Psycho tended to have a life full of sin, so it was perfectly fitting. Lives full of sin were more fun in the long run.
"Coveting is natural, anyway." He smirked as he clicked on the television. He didn't know how he could hear it over the running water at the low volume, but he could. Johnny would always leave it on the music channel all night. It would play new songs or old ones that are popular to the day. Psycho enjoyed the newer music, while Johnny tended to like the older songs, because they seemed routine for him. It was odd how different they were, but how perfectly they fit together.
Psycho never did like puzzles. They were weird and useless. If you liked the picture so much, why would you cut it into pieces and get people to put it back together? It would never be the same. Parts would be torn, bent, discolored, it would always be wrong. Therefore, puzzles just should never be taken apart. You should be born next to the person you're to spend the rest of your life with, as to save so much trouble and heartbreak. People would then know what sexuality they were to grow into, if they were going to die alone, all those things. Though, it may put prostitutes out of business. No matter, that's just a sacrifice, he guessed. Not like the world really needed them anyway.
He needed tea. That was it. Tea and...Tea and crumpets? No. Tea and music? Sure. Psycho hated crumpets. He put his iPod on shuffle and hoped for the best. He hopped down from the bed and quietly made for the door. He opened it silently and poked his head out. He looked down at himself, he looked presentable...To some extent.
Odd things happened to Psycho, and they happened often. Some bad, some good. His favorite, was how sometimes he just became happy, and certain things around him would devote to that.
A smile formed on his lips and his iPod played an up-beat bass line. He took his steps in tune to the beat, and slid down the banister of the stairs, humming happily. His eyes were closed and his head bobbed cheerily. It was almost frightening, but not. He turned into the kitchen, and as he turned to place the teapot on the stove, he nearly hit Shock. Thankfully, his happy mood stayed.
"Shock." He smiled, his voice somewhat melodic and the slightest bit higher than normal.
"Psy." She looked him over. "What's got you so happy?"
"Oh, I don't know. The fact that I can whistle." He smirked.
"You're crazy." She laughed. "Oh! Did you hear? Poppy's staying with us until after the three day weekend!" She hopped happily. "I'm gonna get her all dolled up for the dance on Friday!" Psycho snickered.
"Never use the term "all dolled up" ever again." He laughed a little harder. "You sound super old." She nodded.
"I didn't think it would be that good. But, hell. I tried!"
(UP WITH MAH JONNEH. X3)
Johnny stepped out of the bathroom and stared at the bed. Psycho was known to go off on small adventures and frankly, Johnny didn't feel like looking for him. Let the boy have his fun, and let Johnny have his...something. His time all to himself, he guessed.
Though, he was tired. It was nearly eleven, so he could sleep without looking weak, right? He turned the television to the documentary channell, just for an excuse.
Johnny remembered when he had hated sleep, when he had detested it. Yes, he still was uneasy about the idea, but his motives had changed. Now, his only fear would be memories. Even after he told Psycho about Zim and the asylum, it still didn't sit right in him. Therefore, he still had dreams on the subject.
Simple explanation to a complicated situation.
Such a situation happened much too often for Johnny's liking, but what could he do?
Absolutely nothing.
Two thirty in the morning and Johnny was pacing his bedroom floor. Fear.
No, he wasn't scared about why Psycho hadn't come up, he had a good guess, because Shock hadn't been up either. Probably meaning that they had fallen asleep somewhere. Not that it would really bother him, seeing as he was most level headed when tired.
He thought about sorting through his memories and clouding a few out for the night. Denial could seem right for a couple of hours, until he got to sleep at least.
That attempt soon failed, and Johnny nearly lost it. The only thing stopping him, was the thought that people were sleeping.
It amazed him that he had somehow grown a heart. He was like the Grinch, or something along those lines. At first, hideously insane, and deep down...still pretty bat-shit crazy. Though, now he was calm- in most situations - and kind. His memories drifted, much to his displeasure, though he couldn't do much. The thoughts drifted to his knives. Were they still in the ground where they had fallen when he had first come here, or had some wandering idiot pick them up? No harm in checking.
He slipped his boots on, ignoring his baggy pants and shirt. He stepped from the room, ignoring the clicks his shoes made on the wood. Everyone here was a deep sleeper. He could scream and they would only stir, if that even. So, he was sure everyone was asleep.
As he passed the room where they had held a party some time ago, he heard someone singing. Though, their voice was feminine, it wasn't Shock's. It wasn't even farmiliar. This perplexed Johnny, and obviously, he had to learn where it was coming from. More literally, who it was coming from.
He opened the door slowly, now being sure to silence his steps, though with the echo, it was extremely hard. He pulled his boots off and walked further into the room.
"My eyes are fading,
My soul is bleeding.
I'll try to make it seem okay,
But my faith is wearing thin." It was a girl, he was sure now. Not knowing who it was though, nearly made him insane. (Hah. Pun. Fail.)
"So help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me fill this hole,
Even though this is not your fault," She was slowing down now, and she shuffled.
"That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them up." Johnny clapped and got the girl to jump, turning her head toward him.
Do you know the saying "Expect the unexpected"? Well, Johnny was almost one hundred percent sure nothing could amaze him. This, this was something he never would have expected, and it amazed him beyond any point imaginable.
"Poppy?" He stared and called her, for the first time, by her real name. She only cleared her throat. "I heard you, you don't need to pretend." He smirked.
"Darn. Caught me." She had the most melodic voice. It was soft, but firm. It somewhat scared Johnny, because it masked her fear completely. He didn't notice he had been staring. "Yo. Hello?" She frowned and snapped in his face.
"What did you tell Dee while I wasn't there? After the whole window incident." He didn't mean to ask that. Stupid, Johnny.
"He to-"
"He didn't tell me anything, but I know enough to see that he knows something."
"Joh-" She sighed. "I lost my baby sister who looks like Daphne and was named Daphne and I lost her the same way I lost my parents. Fire. Whoop-dee-doo. Now here I am, crying." She rubbed her eyes and the tears slowly went away. "Not like it matters anymore."
"Oh..." He rubbed his shoulders. "I know how bad that is..." He sighed.
"No you don't!" She nearly yelled. "They all say that! They say they're sorry and that they 'feel my pain'! But, they don't even know a fourth of it!" Her voice cracked and turned into a shriek, but she didn't stop. She strained it more. "None of you know what I've been through! It's nothing like what you think! You haven't lost someone as close to you as I have! My parents, my baby sister! It's something you couldn't even fathom!" Her voice went flat and she took a deep breath. Johnny took this as a chance to interject.
"I do! I know exactly what it's like! I know, alright!" He growled, his eyes narrowing. "My mother and father! Obviously, they're sitting at home thinking over how to spread out their beloved son's things, correct?"
"Obviously!" She barked back.
"Oop! Wrong!" Johnny made a buzzer sound. "If anything...the hobos have gotten to my things and made good use! My mother was killed by my father when I was three! My father was killed by the government while I was in an asylum! My sister came here and said that she killed my oldest friend. Though, she was killed with my father!" She gaped. It wasn't what she had expected. "So yes! I do know what it feels like! I know just as much as you, if not more!" He pushed a chair to the ground and took a seat in the next chair over.
"I...I..." She swallowed and sat next to him. "Sorry. I shouldn't...I shouldn't have assumed..." She stifled a cry. "And I shouldn't have snapped at you. Sorry."
"Me too..." Johnny couldn't help but snicker at how childish they sounded.
"I'm sick of this. I'm going to sleep. Maybe I'll forget it all in the morning." Poppy stood and left the room, leaving Johnny to his thoughts.
Might as well go to sleep too. For the good of his mind.
Johnny gasped and his eyes popped open.
His entire body ached as though he had run through a jungle and back. His legs especially feeling like Jell-O.
He felt a small prick at his cheek and a shimmery gleam from under it. He pulled up and stared at the object on his pillow.
Knives.
Knives soon soaked in tears.
No, it wasn't the knives and their memories that made Johnny break down.
It was that he didn't remember getting them.
He didn't remember anything past going to sleep after Poppy.
"I fucking hate this!" Johnny grasped his head and kept his voice as low as possible.
Eyes puffy and red, Johnny stood in the half empty party room.
He clutched his knives tenderly, still not sure how he was so crafty with the things in another life. He swung them with experct accuracy. Twisted and spun to avoid blood splatter like a skilled dancer. Moved light on his feet like a true criminal. But the knife would always slip. He had been at it for two hours now, and he still couldn't keep the knife from slipping and cutting him. So far, the cuts were only on the back of his hand and his arm, but he didn't want anything more.
Eventually, Johnny collapsed on the stage and cried a little more. Only to see if it would all go away.
He thought about the conversation he had with Poppy earlier. All of the things he left behind. Unsettling.
He eyed the keyboard in the corner. Remembering his piano lessons from elementary. He gave in, and sat on the stage, keyboard in front of him.
He played a simple tune, recorded it, and had it play on repeat. Drum part.
Another part recorded and played in repear. Bass part.
Finally, he started playing a third part. Never recording it. Guitar part.
"So if you're asking me I want you to know...
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed..." Poppy gathered herself at the door, wondering why someone was playing the keyboard.
"Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest..." Todd, Lock, and Barrell joined Poppy at the door, staring at the blue haired man on the stage. Sitting, eyes shining slightly with tears.
"Forgetting
All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are..." Finally, Shock and Psycho stumbled up the stairs, gaping as Johnny repeated his entire piece.
Slowly, he shut off each part until only the bass was playing, and then nothing. He sighed and threw a knife into the air, and caught it with expert skill.
At least he could still do that.
As he walked to the door, everyone dissolved in record time. Psycho even made his way into the room he shared with Johnny, and started to untie his shoes. As if nothing had happened.
Johnny threw open the door to his room and stared at the boy busying himself with his shoelaces.
"Dee?"
"Sorry. Shock and I were playing chess and we ended up falling asleep." His eyes drifted to the metallic objects in Johnny's hands. "Are...Are those yours?" Stupid question.
"Yes..." Johnny sighed and sat on the bed. "I don't remember getting them though." Johnny shook and Psycho took the knives, setting them on a dresser nearby.
"Just sleep. You need it." Psycho curled up in Johnny's arms, and even after Johnny fell asleep, Psycho couldn't. His eyes were plastered to the knives. He hoped to god Johnny wasn't going to kill someone.
He hoped to god that Johnny still had some sense left, and some mental strength.
The skinny arms around him tightened, and Johnny whimpered.
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through. I've never been perfect, but neither have you.
It was going to be one of those nights...
Do you know how much it hurts to write filler? Augh. It burns.
EDIT!
Okay. The songs featured in this chapter are as follows.
Poppy: Wounded by Good Charlotte! (Thank you to Prinsoner Of Pain for the song!)
Johnny: Leave Out All The Rest by Likin Park. (First song I've ever heard of them that wasn't some portion screams...(: I loved it. XD)
WARNING: FEAR THE LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE I'VE BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO.
CAN AN ENDING REALLY SUCK THAT MUCH?
How would you guys like to hear some techno/emo (i know. Shoot me. I'm going by the youtube description.) music? Ehh... "Heartbeat" by Stereo Skyline? (I know...not really emo, but I don't do the genre thing too well. XD)
I'm just wondering since next chapter, I'm actually gonna CARE. Or at least...I'll care more than this. Errr. I was going to give Johnny and Poppy a song of their own, but I couldn't find a song that really...FIT. Both of their situations only seemed alike in some ways. Loss and that's about it. I guess. GOD IM RANTING. I NEED A BLOGGGGG. XD
OKAY REAL STORY STUFF NOW.
(I'M IMPORTANT.) X3
This is so short. I hate this. So much. I need to get it longer. DEAR GOD DON'T KILL ME! I SWEAR IT'LL BE LONGER (hopessss) I've just been REALLY busy with school and so many writing ideas have popped up, I've been running around everywhere. Doing everything. XD
I want to know what you guys wanna see! I did this once and got NOTHING. Seriously...I know I have more than two/three readers. XD I've seen the visits. There are people following this who won't review. It makes me cry. A lot. Don't make me cry. T^T
So, what do you guys want to see in the future? Please tell me, because I'd love to be able to feature some of your ideas! Maybe somewhere LATER, I'll make alternate endings...Even though this is a mindless FLOATING story with not real purpose, and every chapter is like a story itself.
Yep. Johnny's getting crazier. Becoming his older self, hmm?
I say Edgar triggered it. It's only natural!
Reader: But Demon! You're the author! You should know!
Demon: No, no. Not really. I just type it. The other shit is technical.
Reader: USELESS HOBO! *flails*
Ohyes. That was my way of saying: I really don't know what's going on myself. So when I post these chapters, I read them myself and admire how bad they are. X3 Great, no?