Disclaimer: I do NOT own JtHM, Squee or other things. Jhonen Vasquez-Sama
does. I am not him. Hush.
In the house of 779, in a small room, there was a bed. And In this bed, there was a boy. A small boy, black hair almost pasted upon his round head. A twin pair of large, frightened, eyes stared up at the ceiling. In those arms he clutched what seemed to be a...demented teddy? Well, this was what it was for certain, and why a child would sleep with it, well, that's quite unknown.
The child lay there, listening fearfully to the fight going on downstairs. Mommy and Daddy were fighting again. Why did Mommy and Daddy fight? In fact, why did parents fight at all? Didn't they know it made their children very sad? Obviously not, because this child was indeed sad. But Mommy and Daddy didn't seem to notice. But what was strangest of all was that Daddy kept yelling at him to get down there. But the little boy didn't want to go down there. He was scared.
He held onto that demented teddy bear even more tightly, and shut those round eyes, trying to make the yelling go away. He sniffed sadly.This wasn't going to be a happy birthday after all this year, was it?
"Shmee.You're still wrong. They do love me.no Shmee. Stop saying that Shmee! No Shmee.I'm not going to burn the house down," he paused, and then giggled at nothing, "Hee hee, you're silly Shmee."
A young man sat on the ground in a small room right next to house 779. House 777. His hair, jet black, and in quite the disarray. He held his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees, and stared at the creaky wooden floor thoughtfully.
Upon the wall was the head of a bunny that was nailed to it, the young man proudly dubbed 'Nail Bunny'. The bunny was once living, but sadly, he had only fed it once, and thus it had died. The ground was littered in two things mainly, ether pages for a comic called "Happy Noodle Boy" or by some red substance. Blood.
He sat there, listening to the sounds of house 779. And thinking of that poor little kid that was probably lying in that bed. With that demented teddy.with those eyes wide, as always, with fear. He slowly stood up, and shook his head, a twisted grin crossed his face.
"Might as well see what's going on." he muttered to himself dryly. And soon into the shadows he vanished. Of course he was going to that entrance he had made that led into the boy's basement, after all. Who better to see what was wrong, and try to comfort the kid that Johnny (or Nny) C.?
The little boy held tightly onto the teddy tightly, "Shmee.They're still fighting. I wish they'd stop. Don't say things like that Shmee!" He stared down at the unblinking and forever smiling teddy, Shmee.
Then, he heard something, he looked about widely, please no! Don't let it be (!
"Hello there Squeegee!" Said a frightfully happy voice coming from the shadows of the child's room. Slowly the voice stepped forth from he shadows, revealing the young tell man, Nny.
"H.h.hello Crazy Next-door Man." Answered the boy fearfully. He had been called 'Squeegee' but his real name was Todd Casil. But on the account that he made the 'squee' sound when scared (which was almost always), he had been given the nickname 'Squee'.
The skeleton like head of Nny loomed over Squee he was grinning again. Those lips curled upward, and his teeth glimmered, "So, how have you been doing? Anything special going to happen?" He stared down at Squee, and brought his face closer to the boy's face, causing the child to, well, squee.
"Squee.nothing." He looked up at Nny, those large, round eyes seemed so sad. But of course he didn't expect Nny to know what day was coming up. He wasn't sure if he had told him or not, but even if he had, Nny wouldn't have cared to remember. No one ever did.
"Aww.Why the long face Squeegee? Tell me what's wrong. You know I might be able to help." Those lips curled upward even more, if that was possible, making Nny too look even creepier in that lightening. Of course he had ways of helping, if Squee had a bully to mess with, well, Nny had his 'ways' to make that bully stop. Forever. But he wasn't sure if it was a bully that was making Squee so, well, upset. Maybe it was something else, he sat down upon the child's beg, and waited for him to speak.
"Nothing, it's just that." he looked down at Shmee, and seemed to have consulted the demented one for something, and then nodded, "It's just that my birthday is coming up and -"
"Of course!" And Nny sprang up, the twisted grin gone, and a hand raised. He now had that look upon his face that showed he obviously had an idea. Whether it was good or bad. "Why didn't I think of this before? You want a happy birthday, right?"
Squee looked up, his eyes sparkling with joy; "Y...you mean you'll give me my birthday wish?" This was too good to be true, the boy sat up, holding onto Shmee tightly. He stared at Nny with such a look only heartless fools (Squee's parents for example) could ignore.
"Yeah, well, as long it's within reason you know. Nothing too hard, you know. But yeah, other than that your one wish will be taken care of!" He looked down at the child. He had always wondered why he looked out for this kid, and yet hated so many others. There was just something about this one child that seemed to bring out the good in everyone, and yes, even Nny.
Squee consulted Shmee for a bit, trying to decide on what he wanted most of all, and then it came to him. He stood up on his bed, and looked up at Nny, "Crazy Next-door man, I want my parents to hugged me and really mean it.just once. Could you please do that? Please? Just this once, I don't want anything else for my birthday. Just this." The look upon Squee face, the way he held onto Shmee so tightly and even just he was quivering with hope, Nny just couldn't say no.
"Yeah.uh.Well, I'll see what I can do kid, how's that?" Ideas racing through his mind.How would he be able to pull this off? After all, no one seemed to hate their child more then Mr. And Mrs. Casil, so how could he do it?
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Crazy Next-door man! That you!" He jumped off the bed and hugged Nny's legs tightly.
Maybe this would be a wonderful birthday after all.
Wah! Sorry it's sooooo long peoples! But I just could NOT stop wrting..;-;! But no worries, more to come! :D My first fic ever! Yay! I;m so proud. But I think the reason it came out so well was because I rp.ooh.
In the house of 779, in a small room, there was a bed. And In this bed, there was a boy. A small boy, black hair almost pasted upon his round head. A twin pair of large, frightened, eyes stared up at the ceiling. In those arms he clutched what seemed to be a...demented teddy? Well, this was what it was for certain, and why a child would sleep with it, well, that's quite unknown.
The child lay there, listening fearfully to the fight going on downstairs. Mommy and Daddy were fighting again. Why did Mommy and Daddy fight? In fact, why did parents fight at all? Didn't they know it made their children very sad? Obviously not, because this child was indeed sad. But Mommy and Daddy didn't seem to notice. But what was strangest of all was that Daddy kept yelling at him to get down there. But the little boy didn't want to go down there. He was scared.
He held onto that demented teddy bear even more tightly, and shut those round eyes, trying to make the yelling go away. He sniffed sadly.This wasn't going to be a happy birthday after all this year, was it?
"Shmee.You're still wrong. They do love me.no Shmee. Stop saying that Shmee! No Shmee.I'm not going to burn the house down," he paused, and then giggled at nothing, "Hee hee, you're silly Shmee."
A young man sat on the ground in a small room right next to house 779. House 777. His hair, jet black, and in quite the disarray. He held his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees, and stared at the creaky wooden floor thoughtfully.
Upon the wall was the head of a bunny that was nailed to it, the young man proudly dubbed 'Nail Bunny'. The bunny was once living, but sadly, he had only fed it once, and thus it had died. The ground was littered in two things mainly, ether pages for a comic called "Happy Noodle Boy" or by some red substance. Blood.
He sat there, listening to the sounds of house 779. And thinking of that poor little kid that was probably lying in that bed. With that demented teddy.with those eyes wide, as always, with fear. He slowly stood up, and shook his head, a twisted grin crossed his face.
"Might as well see what's going on." he muttered to himself dryly. And soon into the shadows he vanished. Of course he was going to that entrance he had made that led into the boy's basement, after all. Who better to see what was wrong, and try to comfort the kid that Johnny (or Nny) C.?
The little boy held tightly onto the teddy tightly, "Shmee.They're still fighting. I wish they'd stop. Don't say things like that Shmee!" He stared down at the unblinking and forever smiling teddy, Shmee.
Then, he heard something, he looked about widely, please no! Don't let it be (!
"Hello there Squeegee!" Said a frightfully happy voice coming from the shadows of the child's room. Slowly the voice stepped forth from he shadows, revealing the young tell man, Nny.
"H.h.hello Crazy Next-door Man." Answered the boy fearfully. He had been called 'Squeegee' but his real name was Todd Casil. But on the account that he made the 'squee' sound when scared (which was almost always), he had been given the nickname 'Squee'.
The skeleton like head of Nny loomed over Squee he was grinning again. Those lips curled upward, and his teeth glimmered, "So, how have you been doing? Anything special going to happen?" He stared down at Squee, and brought his face closer to the boy's face, causing the child to, well, squee.
"Squee.nothing." He looked up at Nny, those large, round eyes seemed so sad. But of course he didn't expect Nny to know what day was coming up. He wasn't sure if he had told him or not, but even if he had, Nny wouldn't have cared to remember. No one ever did.
"Aww.Why the long face Squeegee? Tell me what's wrong. You know I might be able to help." Those lips curled upward even more, if that was possible, making Nny too look even creepier in that lightening. Of course he had ways of helping, if Squee had a bully to mess with, well, Nny had his 'ways' to make that bully stop. Forever. But he wasn't sure if it was a bully that was making Squee so, well, upset. Maybe it was something else, he sat down upon the child's beg, and waited for him to speak.
"Nothing, it's just that." he looked down at Shmee, and seemed to have consulted the demented one for something, and then nodded, "It's just that my birthday is coming up and -"
"Of course!" And Nny sprang up, the twisted grin gone, and a hand raised. He now had that look upon his face that showed he obviously had an idea. Whether it was good or bad. "Why didn't I think of this before? You want a happy birthday, right?"
Squee looked up, his eyes sparkling with joy; "Y...you mean you'll give me my birthday wish?" This was too good to be true, the boy sat up, holding onto Shmee tightly. He stared at Nny with such a look only heartless fools (Squee's parents for example) could ignore.
"Yeah, well, as long it's within reason you know. Nothing too hard, you know. But yeah, other than that your one wish will be taken care of!" He looked down at the child. He had always wondered why he looked out for this kid, and yet hated so many others. There was just something about this one child that seemed to bring out the good in everyone, and yes, even Nny.
Squee consulted Shmee for a bit, trying to decide on what he wanted most of all, and then it came to him. He stood up on his bed, and looked up at Nny, "Crazy Next-door man, I want my parents to hugged me and really mean it.just once. Could you please do that? Please? Just this once, I don't want anything else for my birthday. Just this." The look upon Squee face, the way he held onto Shmee so tightly and even just he was quivering with hope, Nny just couldn't say no.
"Yeah.uh.Well, I'll see what I can do kid, how's that?" Ideas racing through his mind.How would he be able to pull this off? After all, no one seemed to hate their child more then Mr. And Mrs. Casil, so how could he do it?
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Crazy Next-door man! That you!" He jumped off the bed and hugged Nny's legs tightly.
Maybe this would be a wonderful birthday after all.
Wah! Sorry it's sooooo long peoples! But I just could NOT stop wrting..;-;! But no worries, more to come! :D My first fic ever! Yay! I;m so proud. But I think the reason it came out so well was because I rp.ooh.
