This is the pivotal Chapter 5 of my little JTHM story. And let me tell you that writing all those little words is a bitch. Just kidding. This chapter and the following chapters afterwards will be longer, just for the satisfaction of the story.

Nny did not fall asleep easily. There were many times he wished he could, but for some reason, all he could do was think and wait for his eyes to close.

The sun had completely faded into the sky and the moon had now come out.

Nny turned to his window and looked at little Todd Calis' house, or Squee as he called him.

Nny had always felt that he and Squee had a common bonding, for inside Squee, Nny saw himself as a kid: lonely, depressed, depending on imaginary friends for company most of the time.

Looking at this house brought back grim memories of Nny's own youth. He realized it sucked pretty badly.



He never really knew his biological father, as he had left Nny (then known as John; he didn't pick up Johnny until high school) and his mom when he was about six. He recalled his father as being a kind man, and he was always being told he looked like him.

The man his mother married was not a good man at all. An alcoholic, he beat up on Johnny's mother. One night, when he was about 17, Nny just put a stop to that when he grabbed his hand, in time to stop smacking his mom. That little jest of bravery got Nny a black eye.

"Come to think of it", he thought, "that was the same night that Mr. Eff first came."

Crying in his pillow, Nny heard a soothing, almost convincing voice tell him, "I saw what you did. It was very commendable."

Looking at the side of his bed, he laid his first eyes on the Doughboy.

"Who're you?" he asked, the tears still streaming down his face.

The D-Boy smiled. "I'm here to help you, Nny. What you did to your stepfather was VERY good, I think.

"Why did you call me 'Nny'? My name is Johnny."

"What's the matter? Do you not like the name 'Nny'? It seems to fit you very well."

Johnny could not help but LIKE the name 'Nny', sounded great.

"I'm listening. What kind of help are you here to give me?"

"I know how you can spare your dear mother of your stepfather's tyranny. All you have to do is grab my hand."

Nny looked down at the D-Boy's hand. Sticking out his own, he grabbed his hand. A strange sensation seemed to encompass Nny. Feelings that were once inside him were wiped out, as new feelings seemed to seep in his veins.

"I feel inside you that you have great power, and a future is in store for you. Yes. I can feel it."

"Now about that help…"

"Ah yes. This will take some planning Nny, and the main question is: are you REALLY up to it?"

"Yes. I am."

The D-Boy smiled. "Excellent."

The plot and plan that unfolded that night would take place the following night. His stepfather had a habit of coming home late after a few hours at the bar. As he stepped up to the door, Nny was there, waiting for him with his hands behind his back. He wasn't smiling.

"Move boy!" his stepfather snarled.

Nny said nothing. He stared back at him.

As his stepfather began to raise his hand, as if to either punch or push Nny out of the way, Nny ducked. His stepfather stumbled and hit his head on the door.

"For years you have been a plague on my mother's household. You are a thankless son-of-a-gun and you have had your last drink." He poured a Budweiser on his stepfather's face. In the other hand, he turned on a power drill.

"Good-night", he said coldly, and pushed the drill into the temple of his stepfather, amid the screams and wails of the latter.



After that, Nny was on his way. But his fun was not without its price: his mom, having placed Nny in a mental institution the next day, hung herself about a week later. Nny was allowed to attend the funeral, and he still occasionally visited her grave. He never returned back to the crazy house.

It all seemed like an eternity now, but it was only a few years ago.

"Are you awake Nny?" he heard a voice ask.

He turned to his side. It was Eff.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. It seems a shame to waste the night like this. I mean, it is still early and the moon has only just come out."

"Maybe you're right", Nny said climbing out of bed. "It's early yet, and I don't feel tired. What do you propose I should do?"

Eff pretended to think. "You could maybe walk around the neighborhood just a little bit. At least until you felt tired."

Nny shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever." He put on his usual clothes and shoes and put Eff in a backpack and walked out the door.

Little does he know what's in store for him! Chapter 6 will chronicle the death of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac: half JV, half my own little concoction. You be the judge as to how it goes.