Note: DAAAAAAMN! I wrote this most a-....MAZING chapters, EVER! And then I just had to be cute by losing the floppy! RAAAAAGE!!!!
So this chapter has no point. No point at all. It's just randomness. Well, actually, I WAS going to put more into this chapter to make it less...pointless, but then i thought, "no". It'll be just too long, and no body lokes "too long".
And it's boring. It boreds me.
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chapter - 3

So the snow wasn't coming down yet this day of the month, but damn, it was really freezy. Makes my little buttocks shiver, and your's too. So it was only natural for the convienient store to be full of people going for a nice cup of co-ffee, hot dogs, and all sorts of hot nummy-nummies.
And see here! Johnny was there...or is going there, wearing no coats but a simple long sleeved shirt of his, that he's been wearing for 3 days straight, and a pants, that was wrinkled here and there, with his legs shivering in his boots. His whole body was shivering, actually, or maybe the wind was making his stickly body blowing around here and there, making him look like shivering. Or maybe both, yes, maybe both.
Walking over the sticky parking lot, and into the convinient store, Johnny's skin frizzled up more with goosebumps at the sudden warming air inside. The lady at the counter stared at Johnny with an odd look, seeing how violently trembling he was, as if he was a walking seizure, with no decent clothes on to match the seasons. But see here? Well, he seemed to be smiling! Awww..... The lady thought maybe this jibbering jaggertash was happy to be able to get his hand on coffee, or to be out from..outside, but what surprised her was, that he was going over to the box of freezer, full of ice creams. Few other customers who was in line to pay for their goods, was starying over to Johnny as well, making weird faces and whispering.
"Hey, son? Maybe it's a good idear to get you some of those yakets, huh?"
But Johnny's attention was too deep into the freezer to hear the man talking over to him, who seemed nice enough to come up with concerned look. Those kind of look you give when you see a commercial, asking for donation for those poor starving kids at Africa.
He shivered all the way as he searched deep into the box. His right hand was groping away the stacks on unorganized sorts of ice cream, while his left hand grasped onto the edges of the freezer, like a zombie's hand, grabing onto it's victems's leg from under its grave. The boney man mumbled frustratingly, but with a soft hum of a song as he now shoved up both of his hand, almost his whole body as he searched deeper into the freezer, the lady getting irritated at the fact he was doing this for unneccessrily long time, and knew some of the ice crea was starting to melt.
AND THEN FINALLY, he found it. It. You know? I Scream, that little ice cream in a little cup, with a little facey screaming as if he's all foocked up about something, and whenever you buy that special kind of ice cream, you get to have a special kind of spoon that comes with it, with the screaming facey's picture at the tip of the cheap plasticky spoon. Johnny loved those spoon, and he used to collect them until he lost his collection of the spoon somewhere in his house, and got too depressed to recollect them again...until today. Today, he felt happy, as he practically skipped up to the counter, placing the cup before the lady, and started to dig into his pockets for money.
While the chubby woman studied the unfamiliar ice cream, he started to pull out a dollar, two dimes, and four pennies. The woman have already told him it was goning to be a dollar twenty-five (for a small bit of ice cream like this), but he knew all too well of the price, and was struggling for the rest of the one cent. But all he got out of that searching was something small and gold. He pulled it out between his fingers, which was a crooked gold tooth that he faintly remember where he got that from...but hey, it was gold, and it was surely better than one cent, so he tossed it over the conter, taking the ice cream in hand, and smiled up to the lady as he waited for her to give him the special spoon.
But there were these problems. One is that, this I Scream company is too small and close to out-of-business, how is she gonna know about the spoon? So of course, no one knew about the existance of such ice cream but Johnny, so they had no special-spoon laying around for this ice cream. And the second part is,
"...what the hell is this?"
The woman carefully looked down at the gold tooth, seeing a hint of something dry and brown at the lower bottom, then scrintched up her face in disgust as she stepped back a bit.
"Gawd...don't tell me this is real! It ain't funny, boy, take that thing off of mah counter! If you can't pay for it, then leave the ah' scweam and get out!"
Either this lady was just too strict, or can't seem to have fun...or are they the same? I don't know. But Johnny remained his smile-like curve on his lips, but his eyes started to wonder and question her. Is she not taking his pay? It was just a penny for god's sake, and surely a gold tooth can take the place! That's what they used to do alot of times back in the old days, far off to the southern part of the state, and she sure looked like she was from those days and those places.
"...ummmm...."
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Wooow. She no look too happy. Even her flabby stomach seemed to scream out, with its folded fat looking all too much like her fatty lips. And he swore, Johnny did, that those folded fat of hers did open wide, screaming at him. There was no teeth, but when it opened it's "mouth" wide open, it tore her skin apart to show off her intestines like wiggling toungue, and her clotting fat and blood made a stringy line like spit. You know? When you open your mouth sometimes, the sticky spit stretches out like a string from top to bottom of your mouth, and if they are really thick and filmy, it's hard for them to snap. And thoes "spits" were the filmiest, most stickiest one of em' all. And when it did snap, some splattered onto Johnny's face, and his ice cream.
As she continues flapping her flaps, his expression softened from happy-grin, to something not nice. His hand went over his angrily wrinkled face, wiping at nothing, or something invisible.

+

See, this little boy was smart.
No, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying Johnny isn't smart. Actually, he is too smart, but this boy had just enough smartness...as of now. He wore his little jacket, with his little cute teddybear in his hand, and a bookybag hanging around his shoulder.
See? A jacket? In winter time? Now that's smart...that's what I meant. Do you get this? No? Well...you're not smart, and me? Oh, okay...I'm not smart either.
So, here he is, all fuzzy and warm still by the time he reached his house. He didn't take a glance to the neighboring house like he used to, not noticing much of a change, and went ahead inside.
His room was nice and warm. The window was shut for a change, and he liked it that way. His room was filled with more posters and pictures now, the ones that he drew and made it himself, and today, he drew more pictures at school. He started to take out two sheets of paper, scribbled in so many different colors of Christmas. Squee knew all too well the holiday was coming knew....and like the kid he was, he was excited, yet dreaded it at the same time.
He never got presents. Never. He's been always such a good boy, and after every Christmas with no presents passed by, he thought he was just being a bit not-enough-good, so he tried harder. However, no luck came still, and he always wondered to himself why he gets so excited anyway. It was more of a question how some kids, even the ones destined to be assholes, got presents from Santa Clause.
Todd carelessly dropped his bag below the bed as he climbed onto it, pulling Shmee, his teddy bear, along with him. Shmee was full of stitches by this time, all over his body, but Todd loved it still. He waved his teddy around over his head with both of his hand holding it, laying on his back as he questioned.
"Shmee, why won't Santa Clause ever come to my house?"
The bear didn't answer him. All it did was stare back at the boy, with blank smile on its face, but Todd could remember the time when Shmee used to talk alot then all the other little teddy bears. Lately, Shmee's been awfully quiet, though, ever since Johnny have left for some personal trip of his.
From the hall, through his open door, Todd froze as he heard a familiar foot steps dragging along from the kitchen, then was making itself to a room right across from his own. Todd hopped off from the bed, dragging along Shmee by his side, and poked his head out to see a man covered with the afternoon shadow with a huge mug of cold coffee in his hand.
"Daddy?"
The man froze on his steps, as if he just stepped on a nail with an annoying pain poking at his slippered feet.
"...yes, son?" he sighed out his words.
"How come Santa never bring me any presents?"
"Because,"he replied, only his glasses gleaming white in the shadow as he still let only his back face his one and only son, "you've been a very naughty boy. Your sin was to be born. And we bought you so many toys so you can place all your attention to your toys then to annoy us. What more do you want?"
Well, at least he didn't say "there ain't no such things at Santa Clause".
Todd lowered his glance to the floor, squezing harder onto Shmee as the sound of the foot steps continued on, taking his father down the darker shadows of the hallway, and few moments later, a slamming of the door was heard. The boy said nothing as he stepped away from his open door, and slowly turned back to face his bed.
"Hewwo, SQUEEEEEE!!"
Todd almost jumped up with sudden surprise, making himself push over to the corner of his room.
A round, plastick top with a screaming face was looking down to Todd as it danced in the air, and Todd could see a man behind it. His eyes went over to those twigly fingers that held onto the top, tracing over to its shaking arms, then up the shoulders, all the way to the face that he remembers all too well, and that made this worse...or better?
Johnny seemed to be giggling under his breath, as he glanced around the room, then over to Todd as he studied the little boy.
"I'm back," he stated the obvious, getting up from his crouched position, casting a shadow over Todd. It was odd the way how the shadow casted upon Todd by Johnny, even though the light wasn't coming from behind. Or maybe it's just Todd who was imagining things again.
"And mmmmyyyy...you grew kinda taller then a remembered, and a wee-bit skinnier, too."
The man pointed over to Todd, shivering still from the cold wind, but the window didn't seem like it was even bothered. Maybe he came from the different entrance again.
Todd still looked up at him, as if Johnny were some kind of...terrible thing. Then his eyes wandered off to his clothing, where he can clearly see white and red specs, and even pink ones, too. The white specs looked like some kind of a cream, and it was all over his lips, too. The red ones seemed moist still, glistering on his shirt and hands, few on his face, and it smeared with some of those white cream, making it look like pink strawberry ice cream or something.
But most of all, the red. It has to be blood (ah, no, duh), fresh from the oven.
"So, Squeegly, what have you been up to while I was gone?"
Todd still held onto Shmee like a shield, pushing himself harder against the corner. While Todd was doing just that, Johnny glanced around the room again, walking around as he pleased, then stopped at two pieces of payper lying below the bed, under the bookbag. He knelt over to pic them up, then glanced through the drawings of Santa and presents, and bloody knives, and all those cute normal things that was drawn onto the paper. He made a "mmhmm" noise as he did, then placed the paper on the bed as he stained the blankets by sitting onto it as well.
"It's almost Christmas," Todd finally spoke up, stepping carefully over to Johnny.
"I know," he replied.
Todd stood there for another silence, then opened his mouth again with that huge eyes reflecting all too sadly.
"Everybody gets presents from Santa Clause...except for me."
Johnny looked down over to Todd, cocking his head in odd look.
"I always try my best to be a good little boy, but still no presents. Daddy tells me that it's because I've been bad by being born, but I know he's just joking."
"Yes, yes, the joke's really funnny. I am laughing. ...see me laugh?"
Todd didn't say a word and placed himself onto the other side of the bed, taking the pictures in his hand. His hands twitched a bit for a while, as if he had this sudden urge to rip the papers and crumble them up, but before he did, Johnny took the pictures away from his tiny grasp (D'aw!), standing over to the window.
"Oh, but this year, it'll be differnt."
"Huh?"
"This year, you're gonna get lots and lots of presents..."
Johnny giggled at this, as if there was this funny inside joke at what he said, with his teeth flashing between his trembling grin, and that was really disturbing to Todd.
"Well, Squee, I really wanted to chat and chat and chat, but something came up. Something nice, so I'll see you later..."
Opening up the window, the skimmy man climbed over the edge of the window, giving him a final good bye-grin, and slipped out into the cold.
Brrr!