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As I traveled the empty highways with nothing but wind in my hair, or what was left of it, and a plastic monkey to talk to, I thought I had found some peace for once. I took a deep breath of the clean air and smiled to myself. I felt...good. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My smile dropped as I rammed my fist into the mirror.
"Fuck!!", I yelled out in frustration.
"What is the matter Nny?", asked FM, concerned.
"I'm *smiling*, that's the problem! I don't deserve to *smile*! What have I done to deserve a smile?! All I've done are grotesque things! I shouldn't be allowed to live! I shouldn't allow *myself* to live!", with that I swerved the car insanely. "What am I doing out here Fez?! What the fuck am I doing out here?! Looking for *redemption*?!?! Fucking redemption?! Sanity?! Sanity will never come for me! I don't even remember a time when I wasn't plagued with these feelings of disgust and malevolence!!", I swerved all over the road, I was heading for a truck. This would make a nice smashy sound. Suddenly, like I wasn't controlling my hands, I turned the wheel. "NOOOOO!! LET ME FUCKING DIE!! I WANT TO DIE!!"
"You can't die Johnny! You can't! Redemption is in your grasp!"
"No! It can never be! There is no light for me! Only the never ending darkness that has been eating away at me for as long as I can remember!"
"How long ago can you remember?! Two years? Four years? What about *before*?! What about your childhood?! What were you like in *school*, Johnny?! HOW OLD *ARE* YOU JOHNNY C.?!?! So many questions unanswered! So many things yet to be revealed! You mustn't give up now! The search has only *begun*. Not only with this trip, no this is only the tip of the iceberg! To discover the truth of your existence, *before* the thing behind the wall, who *are* you Johnny C.?! Your journey has only begun and your ready to end it!"
"I can't do this. It's all pointless. Everything I've ever done. Everything I've ever thought was right has only been a delusion of a seriously fucked up murderer."
"They deserved it Johnny, they could not be redeemed, but you *can*. You still have a chance. Do not kill yourself now! So much more needs to be done!", FM begged.
"No." And with that, as fast and as hard as I could, I rammed into a parked car. Glass shattered, metal crunched, and *I* was hurled through the windshield at very ouchy speeds. I came too unscathed. Bruised, beaten, but none the worse for ware.
"Shit.", I said out loud. I guess good things *do* happen to bad people. There was a red and yellow glow shining overhead, it hurt my eyes a little. I looked up to see a sign blinking. 24-7. MMMMMMMMMMMM, I thought, Brain-Freezy!!! I looked around quickly for Fez-Monkey. I found him laying on the ground in front of the flaming wreck that had begun to burn itself out. Dirty, his body melted and a little twisted, the spring holding his head to his body was very stretched. I laughed at him a little as I strolled into the 24-7.
" 'Elllllooooooo!", I was in a Freezy mood. I walked quickly to the machine and got myself a cherry Freezy. Yum. As I strolled contently over to the counter and paid for my purchasable happiness, I began to make my way out. Just as I left the store I suddenly felt my balance go. I couldn't hold myself up as I fell forward onto my face. I wouldn't have minded so much, but my Brain-Freezy was not in my hand anymore. Rather it was splatted all over the ground. That's not right. I suddenly heard voices, wait, not voices, but...laughter. Yes, the heaving, gagging sounds made by the voice box and such when something is considered humorous. I saw no humor. I *see* no humor in this...I *see* no humor in this!
"I see no fucking humor in thiiiiIIIIssssSSS!!!", I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Uh, Nny, you've got that look again...", FM commented sheepishly.
I could feel my eyes widen and my smile grow ear to ear.
"Do it Johnny C. They deserve it. Redeem yourself.", FM urged. This confused me a little, just a little, as I turned to see my trippers. Three guys, of course, stupid looking, all chuckling at me. At MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I put my hand in my small jacket. They gasped as I turned around.
"Fuck! The little shit's got a gun!", one piece of shit gasped.
"Gun?", I asked playfully, "No, my dear wad of shit, *this* is a *knife*. WAY more personal", they relaxed slightly.
"We're gonna beat the holy hell outta you ya little weird lookin, weird type person poop. You don't even know how to use that.", another lump said.
I began to laugh, I laughed a lot, and *loud*, their smiles dropped nervously.
"*THAT* was funny." I then whipped around in a circle so fast only a slight ~slish~ sound could be heard. The first "guy" fell to the ground holding his gashed throat, bleeding all over the pavement. His friends gasped and lunged at me. Why does everyone keep lunging at me? I was able to dodge one, but the other grabbed me and threw me through the window of the 24-7. Ouch. Oh well. I got up and smiled. He came at me again, this time I was able to move. He fell on his face, I immediately stood on his neck. I then wrapped my hands around his throat and shoved his face into the broken glass. I grinded and grinded until he stopped screaming. The last one left came at me, pathetically as I just shoved my knife into his face. He screamed for a moment, then dropped. I can't believe I have to buy another Freezy. Killing myself would have been so much easier. I looked both ways before crossing the street, Fez-Monkey in hand, and began to walk.
(a/n: Hi ever-e-body! I got a lot of bloody stuff happenin in ch. 2 & 3, hope it wasn't excessive, lata }; Have a nice day!)
As I traveled the empty highways with nothing but wind in my hair, or what was left of it, and a plastic monkey to talk to, I thought I had found some peace for once. I took a deep breath of the clean air and smiled to myself. I felt...good. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My smile dropped as I rammed my fist into the mirror.
"Fuck!!", I yelled out in frustration.
"What is the matter Nny?", asked FM, concerned.
"I'm *smiling*, that's the problem! I don't deserve to *smile*! What have I done to deserve a smile?! All I've done are grotesque things! I shouldn't be allowed to live! I shouldn't allow *myself* to live!", with that I swerved the car insanely. "What am I doing out here Fez?! What the fuck am I doing out here?! Looking for *redemption*?!?! Fucking redemption?! Sanity?! Sanity will never come for me! I don't even remember a time when I wasn't plagued with these feelings of disgust and malevolence!!", I swerved all over the road, I was heading for a truck. This would make a nice smashy sound. Suddenly, like I wasn't controlling my hands, I turned the wheel. "NOOOOO!! LET ME FUCKING DIE!! I WANT TO DIE!!"
"You can't die Johnny! You can't! Redemption is in your grasp!"
"No! It can never be! There is no light for me! Only the never ending darkness that has been eating away at me for as long as I can remember!"
"How long ago can you remember?! Two years? Four years? What about *before*?! What about your childhood?! What were you like in *school*, Johnny?! HOW OLD *ARE* YOU JOHNNY C.?!?! So many questions unanswered! So many things yet to be revealed! You mustn't give up now! The search has only *begun*. Not only with this trip, no this is only the tip of the iceberg! To discover the truth of your existence, *before* the thing behind the wall, who *are* you Johnny C.?! Your journey has only begun and your ready to end it!"
"I can't do this. It's all pointless. Everything I've ever done. Everything I've ever thought was right has only been a delusion of a seriously fucked up murderer."
"They deserved it Johnny, they could not be redeemed, but you *can*. You still have a chance. Do not kill yourself now! So much more needs to be done!", FM begged.
"No." And with that, as fast and as hard as I could, I rammed into a parked car. Glass shattered, metal crunched, and *I* was hurled through the windshield at very ouchy speeds. I came too unscathed. Bruised, beaten, but none the worse for ware.
"Shit.", I said out loud. I guess good things *do* happen to bad people. There was a red and yellow glow shining overhead, it hurt my eyes a little. I looked up to see a sign blinking. 24-7. MMMMMMMMMMMM, I thought, Brain-Freezy!!! I looked around quickly for Fez-Monkey. I found him laying on the ground in front of the flaming wreck that had begun to burn itself out. Dirty, his body melted and a little twisted, the spring holding his head to his body was very stretched. I laughed at him a little as I strolled into the 24-7.
" 'Elllllooooooo!", I was in a Freezy mood. I walked quickly to the machine and got myself a cherry Freezy. Yum. As I strolled contently over to the counter and paid for my purchasable happiness, I began to make my way out. Just as I left the store I suddenly felt my balance go. I couldn't hold myself up as I fell forward onto my face. I wouldn't have minded so much, but my Brain-Freezy was not in my hand anymore. Rather it was splatted all over the ground. That's not right. I suddenly heard voices, wait, not voices, but...laughter. Yes, the heaving, gagging sounds made by the voice box and such when something is considered humorous. I saw no humor. I *see* no humor in this...I *see* no humor in this!
"I see no fucking humor in thiiiiIIIIssssSSS!!!", I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Uh, Nny, you've got that look again...", FM commented sheepishly.
I could feel my eyes widen and my smile grow ear to ear.
"Do it Johnny C. They deserve it. Redeem yourself.", FM urged. This confused me a little, just a little, as I turned to see my trippers. Three guys, of course, stupid looking, all chuckling at me. At MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I put my hand in my small jacket. They gasped as I turned around.
"Fuck! The little shit's got a gun!", one piece of shit gasped.
"Gun?", I asked playfully, "No, my dear wad of shit, *this* is a *knife*. WAY more personal", they relaxed slightly.
"We're gonna beat the holy hell outta you ya little weird lookin, weird type person poop. You don't even know how to use that.", another lump said.
I began to laugh, I laughed a lot, and *loud*, their smiles dropped nervously.
"*THAT* was funny." I then whipped around in a circle so fast only a slight ~slish~ sound could be heard. The first "guy" fell to the ground holding his gashed throat, bleeding all over the pavement. His friends gasped and lunged at me. Why does everyone keep lunging at me? I was able to dodge one, but the other grabbed me and threw me through the window of the 24-7. Ouch. Oh well. I got up and smiled. He came at me again, this time I was able to move. He fell on his face, I immediately stood on his neck. I then wrapped my hands around his throat and shoved his face into the broken glass. I grinded and grinded until he stopped screaming. The last one left came at me, pathetically as I just shoved my knife into his face. He screamed for a moment, then dropped. I can't believe I have to buy another Freezy. Killing myself would have been so much easier. I looked both ways before crossing the street, Fez-Monkey in hand, and began to walk.
(a/n: Hi ever-e-body! I got a lot of bloody stuff happenin in ch. 2 & 3, hope it wasn't excessive, lata }; Have a nice day!)