Disclaimer: Again, I don't own JtHM, nor do I own Pez or Stabbing Westward.
AN: OK, so this "new technique" wasn't exactly new. I think the day after I'd written this chapter, I was looking through the back of the Director's Cut, and I saw the explosives thing. I'd completely forgotten about that. Honestly, the only thing that gave me the idea was the fact that I work at a fireworks stand at the moment. Forgive me and shut up. Also, three more of my friends wanted to be pulled in to this, so I gave Johnny a few more victims :^)
~Chapter 4-ish~
"So tell me about this new technique of yours again," Jason asked of Johnny as he was busy stuffing another very large ziplock bag full of the innards of two of Lisa's friends. (By the way, turns out Wal-Mart carries the bags. I KNEW they were up to something.)
"Heck, why just tell you? I'll demonstrate. Follow me," Johnny replied. Jason followed. Dalva tagged along. Robby was still cleaning up the organs and such.
Johnny led them into another room -- the room with The Wall, more specifically. Tethered to the human torture devices were three teenage boys -- two blondes, one quite a bit shorter than the other; and a dark-haired one. Obviously, they looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Friends -- if I may refer to you as such -- meet Anthony, [AN: aka Featherboy *cracks up*] Cody and Melvin," Johnny said, rather grandly.
Melvin started, "Pleased to..."
"Zip it!" Johnny cut in. "Anyway, they shall be my guinea pigs for tonight. Obser-uve."
Melvin started to talk again, but was interrupted once more by Johnny stuffing a large bundle of apparently very powerful firecrackers in his mouth. Two other things of firecrackers were wrapped around Anthony's and Cody's midsections. All three bunches of firecrackers were joined together into one large fuse. Grinning maniacally, Johnny whipped out a lighter, lit the fuse, and stepped back. Insert big kaboomy noise here. Afterwards, Johnny turned to look at Jason and Dalva, and added, "Fun, yes?"
"Ooh, very nice," Dalva congratulated. "But you still haven't explained exactly why you do this. You must have some good reason or motive."
Johnny sighed. "I'm still not quite sure. I can't tell you about my past -- heck, I'm not even sure I HAVE a past. All I know is that...you see that wall?" He pointed to a wall partially painted with dried blood. "If I don't cover it with blood every now and then, something starts coming through, and I am NOT the curious type when it comes to that kinda stuff. This just gives me a good excuse to give the jerks I come across what they deserve." [AN: nothing you haven't heard before.]
"Oh. Well, uh, why don't you just move?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Hmm...that might be a possibility. Actually, that's a really good idea. But I'll have to think about it before I do anything. Right now I need sugar. You guys can go if you want."
"Yeah, I think our job is about done for now. I'll go get Robby, and we'll be out. Probably go back to my place and play video games," Jason said.
"Hmm...I dunno, I'd kinda like to stay, if that's alright with you, Nny," Dalva said. "Can I talk you into giving me a tour of this place?"
Johnny looked surprised. "Well, I've never run across someone who actually wanted to stay here, but yeah, it might be a nice change."
"Well, Dal, in that case, can I borrow your Stabbing Westward cd?" Jason asked.
"Heh, go ahead." Dalva leaned in slightly to Johnny and mentioned quietly, "Kinda ironic that they'll be listening to the song 'Television' while playing video games." [AN: no affect on the "plot", but it was a thought I had while writing this.]
"I'll take your word for it. Anyway, I've got this huge craving for Pez right now, so before we start the 'tour', I need to get some."
AN: OK, so this "new technique" wasn't exactly new. I think the day after I'd written this chapter, I was looking through the back of the Director's Cut, and I saw the explosives thing. I'd completely forgotten about that. Honestly, the only thing that gave me the idea was the fact that I work at a fireworks stand at the moment. Forgive me and shut up. Also, three more of my friends wanted to be pulled in to this, so I gave Johnny a few more victims :^)
~Chapter 4-ish~
"So tell me about this new technique of yours again," Jason asked of Johnny as he was busy stuffing another very large ziplock bag full of the innards of two of Lisa's friends. (By the way, turns out Wal-Mart carries the bags. I KNEW they were up to something.)
"Heck, why just tell you? I'll demonstrate. Follow me," Johnny replied. Jason followed. Dalva tagged along. Robby was still cleaning up the organs and such.
Johnny led them into another room -- the room with The Wall, more specifically. Tethered to the human torture devices were three teenage boys -- two blondes, one quite a bit shorter than the other; and a dark-haired one. Obviously, they looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Friends -- if I may refer to you as such -- meet Anthony, [AN: aka Featherboy *cracks up*] Cody and Melvin," Johnny said, rather grandly.
Melvin started, "Pleased to..."
"Zip it!" Johnny cut in. "Anyway, they shall be my guinea pigs for tonight. Obser-uve."
Melvin started to talk again, but was interrupted once more by Johnny stuffing a large bundle of apparently very powerful firecrackers in his mouth. Two other things of firecrackers were wrapped around Anthony's and Cody's midsections. All three bunches of firecrackers were joined together into one large fuse. Grinning maniacally, Johnny whipped out a lighter, lit the fuse, and stepped back. Insert big kaboomy noise here. Afterwards, Johnny turned to look at Jason and Dalva, and added, "Fun, yes?"
"Ooh, very nice," Dalva congratulated. "But you still haven't explained exactly why you do this. You must have some good reason or motive."
Johnny sighed. "I'm still not quite sure. I can't tell you about my past -- heck, I'm not even sure I HAVE a past. All I know is that...you see that wall?" He pointed to a wall partially painted with dried blood. "If I don't cover it with blood every now and then, something starts coming through, and I am NOT the curious type when it comes to that kinda stuff. This just gives me a good excuse to give the jerks I come across what they deserve." [AN: nothing you haven't heard before.]
"Oh. Well, uh, why don't you just move?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Hmm...that might be a possibility. Actually, that's a really good idea. But I'll have to think about it before I do anything. Right now I need sugar. You guys can go if you want."
"Yeah, I think our job is about done for now. I'll go get Robby, and we'll be out. Probably go back to my place and play video games," Jason said.
"Hmm...I dunno, I'd kinda like to stay, if that's alright with you, Nny," Dalva said. "Can I talk you into giving me a tour of this place?"
Johnny looked surprised. "Well, I've never run across someone who actually wanted to stay here, but yeah, it might be a nice change."
"Well, Dal, in that case, can I borrow your Stabbing Westward cd?" Jason asked.
"Heh, go ahead." Dalva leaned in slightly to Johnny and mentioned quietly, "Kinda ironic that they'll be listening to the song 'Television' while playing video games." [AN: no affect on the "plot", but it was a thought I had while writing this.]
"I'll take your word for it. Anyway, I've got this huge craving for Pez right now, so before we start the 'tour', I need to get some."
