Disclaimer: (c) Jhonen V.

Warning: sucks. Very much..boring....you know, the usual.

Note: I tried? Chapter 2 will come up after this, too. I'm sorry....HEY! WAIT A SEC! I just found out that my opening for this fanfic had 666 words! Whoa...I dunno bout you, but I am utterly amazed! Heehee~!
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cHAPte r - Onnnnnnnnne



The shadow was merged onto a wall down below, as the door leading to the basement opened, letting the first light of this season beam against it. The shadow seemed to dance like a broken puppet on a string on the crumbling wall, as Johnny made his way down the stairs. Everything was silent. The silence of silence seemed to hit the musky air since he came back to his home. When he got to the small basement, the first floor of the underground room, he started onto another room, climbing lower and lower and lower and lower and lower, and......

Those fingers curved against the corner of one of the darkest, biggest, and lowest room of the basement. One-and-a-half blood shot eyes creeped over the dark corner along with the fingers with him, peeking into the dark room. Even though only small portion of his face, covered with shadows were showing from the corner, it was funny how his maddening smile was so vivid, even in the dark.

"Just as I left you," he croaked, stepping in carefully, yet casually. "You've always were my amusement...okay, so I kinda lie when I say this, since I really careless what you can show me...your insides, but I saved you, just for one particular occasion. With others, I just couldn't wait to bash their rib cages, tear them open like some note book and scribble out my thoughts and lectures into their squishy things inside. It's really hard trying to make a violin out of their guts."

He walked around a tiny, plump figure that sat in the middle of the room, studying it carefully, as he held something heavy and metalic behind his back. He continued on yapping as he did, for few more minutes (I could type all those, but too lazy to think and type at the same time), then paused, looking back down at the round helpless figure.

"I'm glad I saved you, though, little piggy. You were very useful to me, till today. Today, I REALLY need you. For you SEE? I need something very, very badly. Ever since I went onto a little trip of mine, I expected something nice and dandy. A change. Any kind of change. I came to a point where I didn't care if it went to a worse, to flat shit, as long as something, ANYTHING changed in my life. But did it...NO!! Coming back just made things more dense. And I'm not really in the mood to do anything right now, eventhough I feel like doing things right now. But before I do that, I want to 'refresh' myself a bit. And I know what makes me feel a bit better (sometimes) when I feel like I've just been crapped out that was already digested."

He then, slowly held up a long stick with a huge chunk of metal at the tip, then looked down onto the figure...a tiny little piggy bank.

"CHERRY FREEZY! CHERRY FREEZY!!"

He yelled out from his lungs, laughing as his eyes went somewhere. The huge cracked hammer crashed against the clay piggy bank, then continued on smashing. Over and over and over and over.....The floor underneath started to crack, but he kept on laughing, until he coughed out for breath. He weezed with one eye twitching, then relaxed himeslf as he dropped the hammer. Then he knelt down, picking up the busted pieces of the piggy bank as he started to look for any sign on money.

....where's the money?

"Where's the money?"

He stood up with dazed look on his face, gazing into the empty space as he questioned. This just doesn't make any sense. He remembered how he saved few money into a piggy bang just for the fun of it, to feel a bit normal, and maybe fore the "just incase" if he needed some money for any emergencies when he's out of change.

"FFFFFffffFFFFFUCK! WHERE THE HELL IS THE MONEY?!"

He twisted himself, turning to the stairs that lead up to a floor above. Not really knowing what he was doing, he slammed open a door to anothr room, much smaller then the last one, and stormed right up to a wall, where a man who was hanging against it (Made him eat his own waste & such to live on before he left).

"FEW MONTHS AGO!!! I found this little piggy piggy....it was my 'life saving'. I been saving money little by little into that little piggy bank, until tonight. I wanted cherry freezy...until I found no money in there...."

He started to walk toward the man closer, as the man's eyes widened, dispite his sickness that he was going through for weeks. Unhumanly stench aroused from the man, but it seemed to not bother Johnny that much. Not at this state of mind. The man started to tremble, the chains stripped around his wrists started to tighten around them again.

"OH GOD! Oh...oh GOD!! OH FUCKIN' GAWD!" the man started to scream, kicking the floor as he pushed himself more against the wall. "I thought you left! I thought you left!!"

"Oh well, I came back." He eyed the man, looking down to a twisted fork that he made the man use to scoop up whatever he can for food. Something disgusting was stuck between the points, but he didn't care, taking the fork into his gloved hand and waved it at the man.
"And this is what I get as a welcome back greeting? No money in the piggy bank!?"

"Look, man! I dunno what you're talkin' about!" the bold figure started to slobber as he yelled, his voice trembling in his throat. "I...I.....what does this have to do with ME???! I didn't take the money! I didn't!!"

"SILENCE!"

Johnny swang the fork up, almost scraping up the man's eyes off and stepped backwards, glaring down at him while his back was arched in dusturbing way.

"Do you remember why I even selected you, along with the rest of the filthy minded pretties? Do you even have the hint of the reason? Well, let me remind you. It was right before I had palnned to take the trip. You bumped into me and for soem reason, your hands were in my pocket. I thought you were actually some sick minded indivisual who craves for...for....," he paused, looking away as he played with the fork in his hand. "....until I realized that you were just trying to pick-pocket for my wallet. HA! At first, I kinda thought that was cute! The stupiditiness of it. But that really wasn't the point. THE POINT IS, you actually tried to steal from ME!?"

He stepped forward again, pressing the points of the fork against the man's skin head and started to scribble on it, blood sripping from the lines that he made while the man started to scream.

"And then this incident happens to me with the piggy! THE PIGGY!! And I just couldn't help but to get this image of you! SWILLING WITH GREED! I tried to elude my self from anything like that. I just hate to think about such things like this, and all those shit-filled select-people, but you just keep trying to bash yourself into my mind with this FORK!!?"

"DUDE! What the hell are you TALKING ABOUT!? You're not makin' any sense, here! Even the readers thinks...."

"Today, we shall start our lesson!"

"WAI!T WAIT!! PLEASE, OH MY GOD! PLEASE! I dun wanna die! I'm really sorry for what I did! I swear, I'll never do that again! I swear!! If you want some money, just go through my wallet and use my credit card!"

"Don't take me up as one of you. ....besides, that kinda takes up too much trouble for me."

"Then....theen...take my teeth! YeAH! My gold teeth! It's...it's right here! Here!!"

"I SAID!!!!"

The maddened man swang the fork over to the man, who had his mouth wide open, trying to show him where his gold teeth were. The fork went straight into the mouth, stabbing the man into back of his throat. The mean screeched, blood splattering onto Johnny's face. Few seconds later, the man was still screeching. The crazed expression of Johnny softened into a wonder, his eyes going round as he placed a finger to his chin.

"All that damage, and still alive? Hmm......"

He just stood there for few moments, just staring down at the struggling man, then got tired of the waiting and the screaching.

"Can't you...kinda turn down your volume?" he asked, a bit politely, but the man continued on with the pain.

His expresion slowly twisted up again, as he brought his gloved hand over to the man's jaw, with one hand gripping onto the protruding fork's handle. As he wiggled the fork, he started to concentrate his strength on the jaw. When he heard a pop, he quickly pulled his gripping hand away, pulling off the jaw from the man violently, more blood pouring into the air. He found himself laughing in thrill and amazement. Or just felt like laughing. The man finally went quiet, slomping down onto the ground as Johnny continued to laugh.

"HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA!....HYAAAAAHA!HA!HA!HA!HA!HA-.....wait a sec...."

Pausing, with the jaw still in his hand, he scratched his head with bloodied gloved hand, then started to shrug lightly.

"Oh yeahhhh....that's right. I took out the money out from piggy bank right before I left for the trip. Silly me."



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Dear Diary,


I think I need a job.