~Chapter 2~
Disclaimer: Nny belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Um, I think that's about it.
AN: As you can see, in this chapter Nny is having a bit of a Devi complex, what with the artist's block. This isn't due to any demon paintings feeding off his creativity, though; it's just plain boredom. Now, with that aside, here's the deal: I know how this fic is gonna end, but I'm not sure about what's gonna happen with it in the middle. Weird, huh? But I'm sure I'll figure something out. Until then, here's chapter two.
*Nny?*
...
*Nny?*
...
*Nny, if you don't answer me, you'll drive ourselves insane.*
"Must I?"
*Ah, good. So what's on your mind?*
"Grr."
*Words, please.*
"Dangit. Why can't I leave myself alone?"
*Because. Now, what's on your mind?*
"Nothing."
*Come now, don't be stubborn.*
"No, I mean really, nothing. That's the problem. I'm bored beyond belief. My artwork has been severely neglected. My God. What I wouldn't give for...anything. Feeling. Excitement. A Brainfreezy."
*Hmm... Well, you know the old saying, "be careful what you wish for"?*
"Uh-huh."
*I think you should heed that advice. You may end up with something you don't want.*
"Pssh. Like what? A moose?"
*Possibly.*
"Hmph."
*You're getting awfully bitter, as well as inarticulate. Maybe you should step outside. Go to a club. Socialize, even.*
"Sounds scary to me. I mean, who am I gonna socialize with? Everybody with whom I've come in contact doesn't seem too happy to be around me."
*That may be because you give off some awfully negative vibes. Let's face it, you're not very fond of those of the human race. And I've noticed lately that you're thinking most of them should die very painful deaths.*
"Only because they deserve it! Some people...well, MOST people...can be such idiots. Either way, I don't exactly have the motives or the personal strength enough to act upon my thoughts. Sometimes, though, I wish I did, with all the crap I go through."
*Again, be careful what you wish for. Killing people isn't exactly the best idea in the world. And what's more, to have a strong motive is to be controlled. You don't want to be a slave to something, even if it is your own impulses, do you?*
He sighed. "I don't even care anymore. This boredom is so fookin' torturous. I don't care what it takes--something has to happen."
*Well, for now, I still say you should get outside.*
"Hmm... OK, but just long enough to get a Brainfreezy."
*That's the spirit.*
Disclaimer: Nny belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Um, I think that's about it.
AN: As you can see, in this chapter Nny is having a bit of a Devi complex, what with the artist's block. This isn't due to any demon paintings feeding off his creativity, though; it's just plain boredom. Now, with that aside, here's the deal: I know how this fic is gonna end, but I'm not sure about what's gonna happen with it in the middle. Weird, huh? But I'm sure I'll figure something out. Until then, here's chapter two.
*Nny?*
...
*Nny?*
...
*Nny, if you don't answer me, you'll drive ourselves insane.*
"Must I?"
*Ah, good. So what's on your mind?*
"Grr."
*Words, please.*
"Dangit. Why can't I leave myself alone?"
*Because. Now, what's on your mind?*
"Nothing."
*Come now, don't be stubborn.*
"No, I mean really, nothing. That's the problem. I'm bored beyond belief. My artwork has been severely neglected. My God. What I wouldn't give for...anything. Feeling. Excitement. A Brainfreezy."
*Hmm... Well, you know the old saying, "be careful what you wish for"?*
"Uh-huh."
*I think you should heed that advice. You may end up with something you don't want.*
"Pssh. Like what? A moose?"
*Possibly.*
"Hmph."
*You're getting awfully bitter, as well as inarticulate. Maybe you should step outside. Go to a club. Socialize, even.*
"Sounds scary to me. I mean, who am I gonna socialize with? Everybody with whom I've come in contact doesn't seem too happy to be around me."
*That may be because you give off some awfully negative vibes. Let's face it, you're not very fond of those of the human race. And I've noticed lately that you're thinking most of them should die very painful deaths.*
"Only because they deserve it! Some people...well, MOST people...can be such idiots. Either way, I don't exactly have the motives or the personal strength enough to act upon my thoughts. Sometimes, though, I wish I did, with all the crap I go through."
*Again, be careful what you wish for. Killing people isn't exactly the best idea in the world. And what's more, to have a strong motive is to be controlled. You don't want to be a slave to something, even if it is your own impulses, do you?*
He sighed. "I don't even care anymore. This boredom is so fookin' torturous. I don't care what it takes--something has to happen."
*Well, for now, I still say you should get outside.*
"Hmm... OK, but just long enough to get a Brainfreezy."
*That's the spirit.*