Disclaimer: There's nothing highly illegal here, except that Tiny Music belongs to Atlantic Records and the Oingo Boingo album (Dead Man's Party) belongs to MCA Records. I don't know if that was necessary, but better safe than sorry, right?
AN: I'm leaving the ending somewhat open to make room for a sequel. It may be awhile before I end up writing it, but there WILL be one.
~Chapter 6~
"So you're sure he's gone?" Jason asked.
"Yeah. Like I said, Nny said he'd be gone by noon today, and it's 3 now," Dalva reassured him.
"And he hasn't painted the wall in three weeks? Not even last night?"
"Nope."
"Good, cuz I'm anxious to see this thing."
"Well for Heaven's sake, if you're gonna see it, go!" Dalva urged. "I don't wanna wait around for very long, just in case he comes back."
Jason and Robby pushed Johnny's door open, which he had carelessly forgotten to lock, and started down the stairs to the basement. Dalva but STP's Tiny Music in her discman, opened up her notebook, and started debating over pulling poor Jhonen into her next fic.
~*~
About two hours passed. Dalva, now listening to Oingo Boingo, stopped bouncing along to "No One Lives Forever". She pressed pause and got up to look through a window. Inside, something caught her eye; something that looked like three mechanical tentacles stretched across the floor, tapering from the stairway into which Jason and Robby had gone. Her eyes widened. She picked up her stuff and left. Quickly
The end!
AN: I'm leaving the ending somewhat open to make room for a sequel. It may be awhile before I end up writing it, but there WILL be one.
~Chapter 6~
"So you're sure he's gone?" Jason asked.
"Yeah. Like I said, Nny said he'd be gone by noon today, and it's 3 now," Dalva reassured him.
"And he hasn't painted the wall in three weeks? Not even last night?"
"Nope."
"Good, cuz I'm anxious to see this thing."
"Well for Heaven's sake, if you're gonna see it, go!" Dalva urged. "I don't wanna wait around for very long, just in case he comes back."
Jason and Robby pushed Johnny's door open, which he had carelessly forgotten to lock, and started down the stairs to the basement. Dalva but STP's Tiny Music in her discman, opened up her notebook, and started debating over pulling poor Jhonen into her next fic.
~*~
About two hours passed. Dalva, now listening to Oingo Boingo, stopped bouncing along to "No One Lives Forever". She pressed pause and got up to look through a window. Inside, something caught her eye; something that looked like three mechanical tentacles stretched across the floor, tapering from the stairway into which Jason and Robby had gone. Her eyes widened. She picked up her stuff and left. Quickly
The end!
