Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? I'd insult your intellect but what would be da point? And just how many WHB quotes can fit into one disclaimer?! I'm not going to find out, I have you to entertain/victimize with my poorly-written, fast-moving fic.
Johnny dare not venture out and investigate what he had hit. It was early evening. What was Squee doing out there anyway? It was late for him. It must have been that stupid bear or whatever he had just stabbed that had him go outside at sundown. Nny decided to wait for at least eleven, hoping the corpse wouldn't be eaten by then. Midnight or later the body would have worms in it.
But it wasn't going anywhere. He threw his knife with precision into the chest. He hadn't quite seen what exactly he had killed, but he new it was a threat to Squee and had to be taken care of. And how dare it walk all over the grass! So impolite...
It deserved it.
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"Bored."
BANG!!
"Bored."
CRASH!
"Bored."
SLAM!!
Lenore was rummaging through everything in her house, trying to find something to do. The tea party was too quiet and she lost interest in it quickly. She found many things to play with, regardless of them being toys or sharp, pointy things. Whatever did not appeal to her, she discarded. Very messily.
She went over to her toy box, where she had found and kept many of her favorite belongings. Of course, those never gained her interest either. Like Mr. Piddle. Ragamuffin had been stored in there too, for a really long time. But now all that was left was a deflated beach ball, a couple of squashed mice(Lenore didn't find them like that), and a soaked kitty toy.
She picked up the stuffed kitty and watched the water drip off of it. She guessed that the water was a present that Mr. Bear Bear had left for her. That's when she realized that the stuffed cat was a result of some really messy taxidermy.
Nevertheless, that was going to be her new best friend. If only she could drop some blood on it and it would spring to life. She was going to try just that.
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"Owowowowowowowowowies......Okay, so it doesn't work on ALL my dollies. Just the ugly ones. They must be very sleepy." Lenore sucked on her punctured hand. She tried her experiment with all of her dolls, none of them waking up. "Maybe I should go find Ragamuffin. I wonder if he bought some tacos."
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Ragamuffin slowly awoke, a slight pain growing more and more intense. He was awaken fully when the intensity became unbearable.
"What the hell?? Why am I in pain? Argh........I hurt......I feel like that Gosh dude....."
Johnny's eyes widened. The doll which he had nailed to the wall was moving and talking. But he didn't have ANOTHER voice, did he? How could anything survive a good stab and a nail through the gut? Ragamuffin turned to face the skinny one.
"Who the hell are--WHY AM I NAILED TO A FREAKING WALL?!"
Nny glared. "Why were you with Squeegee?"
"Answer me first, mortal."
"No, you answer me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me!"
"Me!"
"ME!!"
"ME!!"
"ANSWER ME, SKINNY MEAL!!!"
"Grrrr...." Nny lost his temper and threw a dagger into Ragamuffin, causing him to yelp and struggle. "Alright......you...........win.........I'll answer........you........"
"Good. It's nice to see that you are being polite. Now tell me: Why were you with that kid?"
"He........found me......at........the........park........"
"And what were you doing there? Huh?! Ambushing him, perhaps?!?!?!"
"No......I.....wish.....I.........could......I can't............no..........more......"
"What? Speak up!!!"
"I......was.........pushed........off............a........building.......and........down.........a hill........"
"Surely you did something to provoke that."
"I.....was........being........taught..................how to..............fly....."
"You look like no bird. LIIIES!!!"
"Tell........that.....to............Lenore......."
Once Johnny got all the information he could, including the whole witch story, he simply glared at the cringing and suffering doll. He did not trust it. It was a vampire whom Nny was going to kill, although he was unsure how. He knew that his weaponry of sharp objects weren't going to do it. But they did cause Ragamuffin pain. Which would just have to do.
So he started to repeatedly toss blades into the target, getting a screech, cringe, or yelp each time. Maybe it would kill him somehow.
Within an hour, the poor vampire had no part of himself free of blades and pain. But He was in no way going to ask for mercy. He didn't expect any anyway. 'The guy's crazy......' he thought to himself. He wished he would just pass out to temporarily escape the hurting.
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Nny put down the blade he was about to throw at Ragamuffin. It was time to visit Squeegee. His parents could wake up the neighborhood at the rate they were going.
Not believing that his newest prisoner would escape, he headed out for the tunnel that lead to his friend's house without making a sound.
Ragamuffin knew that he was left alone now, and that his chance for escape had come, but how? There was no way he could escape. He was literally nailed to the wall. With not only a nail but several knives. Three in his head, at least four on his torso, and two per limb. Yipe. One dagger had even gone above his head, cutting off two of his striped hairs.
But he HAD to get free. His adventure was over. He'd give anything to be back at his home. He missed the smell of the rotting flesh of Lenore and her kitties. He hated to admit it, but he did. Maybe it was that knife stuck in his head but he truly missed being home.
+Oh dear, look at what Johnny's done now.....+
Ragamuffin would have looked for the source of the voice but couldn't because for one he was in too much pain and owieness and two, the voice came into his head. He saw a shadowy form of a floating bunny head take shape in his mind.
'That's it........when you start hearing voices in your head and see decapitated rabbit heads, you've got some major brain damage indeed.' He thought to himself.
+Hurting a poor doll. How far will he go?+
"Shut.....up.........leave......me..........alone......"
+Very well......I've just taken a peak at your thoughts and memories. You're a vampire, something I should best stay away from. However I will see if Johnny will let you down. This is brutal.+(a/n: No love for da vamp.)
The picture in his mind was gone and the voice faded slowly away.
"That's......it..........I'm.....lea......ving........this.....mad......house........and......returning..........to.......mi..........nnn........eee........"
With a few very painful struggles, he managed to get his right arm free. Well, most of it.......the majority of the stuffing had fallen out. He was a lefty though, so no big biggie.
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Ragamuffin carried himself literally as he limped down the dark sidewalk. He looked really thin since most of his insides were ripped out. He had huge gashes all over his body, and a long one across his face. In his arms her carried all his stuffing, cloth, and hair that had been chopped off.
He had only made it half a block from Nny's when he collapsed.
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Whoo! End o' chapter!!! Me listening to the Ragamuffin episode right now. Mmyep. Hehe, Mr. Piddle......anywho, this chapter was crap. It was. I know it. I know crap when I write it and this was it(mostly cuz I'm too lazy to read it over and make sure it being of the okaynessy). Next chpt coming soon, to a fanfic near the internet!! I had some Ramen noodles........yummy.........
