AN-, So I've come up with Ravi's gener; male. There, phew!

IAmLove, AHHHHH! I LOVES YOU SO! XD You're so cute! And I appreciate the dedication to this story!

LET THIS COMMENCE!

~UxieSweetie

Chapter 21

Johnny opened his eyes after a few minutes of dozing off on Raven's light blue couch. She was curled in a ball in the opposite corner asleep still. He smiled coldly at her. She was by far the sweetest person he'd met and she was in trouble, mentally and physically, because of him. He sighed and stood. Since it was Monday, he thought it'd be a good idea to go get a Fizz Wizz and something special, since it was a somewhat special day. He smiled again and walked out the door to head up to the gas station to purchase said items. Nny inhaled the icy cool air of the winter as he stepped in the soft pure snow, mutilating the sweet barrier of innocence with his violent virtues.

Raven's eyes creaked open slowly as she yawned and stretched out her arms. "Nny?" She hummed. He looked around and noticed he was gone.

"Hm, I guess Johnny has left?"

Raven blinked swiftly. "Who…?"

"It's me, Ravi! I'm your mind. I thought we discussed this."

"N-no…are you like…a voice or something?"

"Oh. Well, yes! I am Ravi, the one in your head! You won't be alone anymore! Not with me! I'm here to help!"

Raven stood and walked in the kitchen. "Well, uh, Ravi," she drawled out his name, "what do you think is good for breakfast?" Ravi thought.

"Hmm, I don't know. What's in your fridge?"

Raven opened the refrigerator and peered inside. There were eggs, milk, cheese, but not a lot in the way of breakfast. "Huh, not a lot here is there?"

"Ooh! Pineapples!"

Raven noticed a small unopened can of pineapples in the corner so she checked the date. "Still good. But my can opener is broken."

"Try something else, like…I dunno! Wait, what are you…ah shit! Don't use a knife, idiot!"

"No, I can get it!" She wedged the knife under the lip of the can and pried. "I can get it."

"Not with a steak knife! I mean what the fuck? Must I be the voice of reason too?"

Raven ignored him as she worked the chrome under the lip of the lid. She almost had the thing open when the knife slipped and sliced her finger open. She jumped away and dropped the blade, but noticed no pain. The crimson dribbled down the palm-side of her index finger until the second knuckle when it went to the top-side of her finger and slid down the top of her hand to her wrist. She was confused. It should have hurt. So to test it, she gripped the knife again.

"WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?"

Johnny opened the front door again with two Fizz Wizz and a small cinnamon roll in his hands. "Raven?" He called. "Raven, you here still?" He went into the kitchen to set the items down on the counter; he noticed the red spots on the floor. "Raven?" He raced over to her and gripped her left hand. Each finger had a slice on the tips. "What…why did you…why?"

She looked up at him half afraid. "I cut my finger once and I didn't feel anything. I was confused." She squeaked. He shook his head and sighed.

"Fuck me running, Raven! Come on, let's clean off this damned fluid." He ran the cold water of the kitchen sink and stuck her hand under the water while he went to obtain some hydrogen peroxide and band aids. Once each finger had been helped, he handed her the grape Fizz Wizz and the cinnamon roll and headed to the kitchen table with her, his own cherry fizz in hand. She split the roll in half and gave half to Johnny and bit into the gooey sweet pastry. She smiled and took another bite, washing it down with the fizz. Johnny smiled as he watched her eat.

"Thishh ish good." She said with a bite in her mouth. "Fank yooh, Nny." She swallowed and took another sip.

"You're welcome." Nny smiled. "Happy eighth month, Raven."

"You too, Nny." She grinned shyly.

"AWW! How cute! Are you gonna kiss him, Host?"

"No, I'm not going to kiss him!" Raven responded, to Johnny's confusion. He raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh, sorry. Uh, I apparently have a voice. It's kinda creepy. I want to get rid of it."

"Excuse me, bitch! I'm right here!"

"A…voice? Like the doughboys or Nail Bunny?"

"Yeah, except he named himself Ravi." She said, eating the last bit of her half. Johnny leaned back in his chair with wide eyes.

"That's not good, Raven. Get psychoanalysis right quick! Voices do things to a person, if you haven't seen." Raven nodded.

"I'll go tomorrow." She said, to Ravi's dismay. The two, or three, sat in silence the rest of the day until it was time for Johnny to go home to feed the wall. Raven panicked and begged to come with him, to not be alone ad he accepted. She tagged along and walked through the not-so-innocent snow to his house. The doughboys and the bunny waited for him at home and 'smiled' when he arrived. Raven went to use the restroom so Nny took this opportunity to have a quick talk with his own voices.

"Why has she developed a voice? WHY?" He whispered angrily.

Well, if you don't remember, she saw her friend's brutal murder, she was abused by her boyfriend, she was raped, and she was almost stabbed to death all in one day. If that doesn't cause posttraumatic stress disorder and a psychological shift then I don't know what does!

"But it's RAVEN! She can't have a voice, she was the normal part of me!"

Selfish much? So concerned about her normalcy contribution to yourself you don't realize how much trouble she's in. Call her doctor and ask what to do! You know she's not gonna call him herself.

Johnny looked down and sniffled. "True."

It's for the best, Nny.

Johnny nodded and reached for his phone and punched the phone number or Raven's hospital.

"Hello?" The doctor answered. Johnny took a deep breath.

"Hello, This is Johnny C. I'm calling on behalf of Raven Macbeth. I fear her psychological health isn't well...at all."

AN- I AM HUNGRY! I shall eat dinner now!

~UxieS.