A simple narrative of speculation on Johnny's past before his full take-over.

Johnny is having nightmares! Is this the result of feeling? Or is it just from lack of sleep? First story, so review, please!

Johnny, a maniac turned mama, finds a baby. What will happen?

Domestic Partnership: an interpersonal relationship between two individuals who live together and share a common domestic life but are not married (to each other or to anyone else). Sis didn't like it. Nether did Psycho Doughboy. But making a deal with the devil meant doing things you didn't like. Besides, it was for Todd. (Last installment of Mad Dash.)

NNY writes more tortures down.

NNY decides to write down a bunch of his favorite tortures. And decides to put a few of them into practice.

Leila is not fond of the mundane, or very much else, for that matter. She's a cynic who doesn't really care if she lives or dies. You'd be the same way too if you didn't have any friends or immediate family in your life, and instead had a boring, dead-end job at a bookstore nobody hardly showed up at. One thing still remains a constant: he will show up in her life.

Vacation time is over, he thinks. It's time to go home, if he even had one to begin with.

johnny is sane. he hates it. but what happens when tenna finds out about johnny trying to kill devi all that time ago? well, she tries to have revenge in her own ways. but when seeing him trying to commit suicide again, she notices he needs a friend. and we all know that when tenna has a new friend, chaos happens! WEEEEEEEEEEEE! CRRAZZINEEEEES! p.s. I do not own jthm/ I feel sick.

This is my first story to be posted on this site. Rated M for mucho blood content. I hate summarizing stuff... sooo... I'll just say this: It's kill time at Nny's place, and five have gotta go.

A short story about everybody's favorite homicidal maniac :)

Johnny, as a boy, had a friend that shared his morbid interests. Together they pursued their respective targets and had a grand time. Until Johnny became a target. /Technically/ a crossover, but categories don't accomodate it. M for language and violence.

Just some crack stories I came up with in my spare time. Rated for some language and imagery.

An Author gets fed up with being flamed, and so does something about it. Sort of ties in with 'ALL FLAMERS MUST DIE'. Rated for language.

Parody of Jack and Sally's song. Devi is alone on the hill, or so it seems. Then a certain someone appears with an empty Brainfreezy cup and a terrible singing voice. What will happen? Huh? HUH? Drabble, rated K because I've been good.

Twenty years later, Devi gets a letter from Nny, asking her out to dinner. Will she go?

Johnny's been gone for... who knows how long. And over time Devi's fear changed to a depressed longing. When he shows back up in town, Devi rushes to him, only their reunion doesn't go quiet as she expected. Nny is more broken then he's ever been before. And Devi has to put the pieces back together again.

Nny returns from his little trip no less moody than usual. Which is a good thing, because Devi seems to have had a little change of heart. There really isn't much of a point to this fic, just some fluffy, romantic, smut. Enjoy.

...there is only us. Side by side. Into eternity. I never knew, what you meant to me, until that moment, that I lost you.

Johnny discovers fanfiction and decides to write some of his own, then he gets flamed.

"It's almost like your own Rapunzel story. Stuck in a tower, saved by the heroes, and living happily ever after." Nny looked at him funny. "Only, it's not 'Happily Ever After', because you're stuck on this God forsaken planet with all these assholes." "I suppose you're right." Repost of the original (deleted) ENJOY

Eight years after Nny's suicide, Squee understands love. - sequel to Stars

-We're a family. Twisted we are, yes... but I would do anything for them. Not only that, but I have a debt to pay for all Mr. Eff has done for me.- Sis is back, and so much has changed. (Part Two of Mad Dash.)

Basically, this is Johnny's diary entries before he went insane. I hope that you like them, and I apologize for the lack there of length, because it's only three hundred something words long, but nevertheless, I still hope that you enjoy them. I hope to continue writing these journal entries in the future.

A different take on how Devi met our favourite homicidal maniac. ONE SHOT, pre-comic, I like to make waffles, yada-yada-yada. Rated T for language.