AN: Yes. The last chapter. Maybe depressing, but oh well. All good (or bad, in this case) things must come to an end. Heh, I kid, I actually think this one turned out relatively good. Anyway, you may have had to read JtHM to really get the end of this chapter. If not, and you want a sequel, go read the books! Oh, one more thing. The rating increased because I had to use the F-word in this chapter. Usually I try to avoid profanity in stuff I write, but it was necessary here.
Disclaimer: Tim Burton, Jhonen Vasquez, blah blah blah.
~Chapter 9~
By late morning, Sally was back where she had started, in her hometown. The familiar smells of raw pumpkin, Halloween candy and rotting flesh greeted her as she walked down the main road. It was relieving to see the familiar faces once again. While her recent experiences were certainly adventurous, safety was a bigger priority to her. This was no doubt found here, rather than the surprisingly scarier world beyond the grave in the cemetery. She smiled to herself, looking up at Jack's mansion before walking in the door of her own home. Her smile soon faded, however, as she came face to face with a rather irritated Dr. Finkelstein.
"Hello, Sally," he greeted, his voice nearly dripping poison. "And just where have you been?"
Sally cringed. Busted. Nonetheless, that WAS a good question. "I'm...not quite sure, really," she replied honestly.
Her master snorted at this. "Either way, you disobeyed me. Who knows what could have happened to you, Sally! You could have been murdered, raped, kidnapped..." Sally gave a small laugh under her breath, "...any number of things! And what's more, I think my project may have followed you out the door. I haven't been able to find it yet." He sighed. "This calls for punishment, I believe. You are to stay inside this Halloween. I was planning on letting you go out this year, but it seems you've already BEEN out." Sally's facial expression was now one of complete shock and disappointment. "That is all." And with that, the scientist wheeled out of the room.
Sally sighed melodramatically and plopped down in a chair. "That wretched inner voice!"
~*~
Meanwhile, it was about 11 AM where Sally had left. Nny noticed that his visitor wasn't up yet. He left his own room [AN: I'm not entirely sure he has a designated "room" for himself, as he never sleeps, but let's pretend anyway.] and proceeded down the steep stairs that led to where Sally had been. As he descended the steps, a creepy feeling came over him. It seemed to increase little by little the further down he went. Something wasn't right. He finally got to his destination, and looked in. Nothing but the old couch. Puzzled and a bit disappointed, he wondered what might have happened to Sally.
"Maybe you scared her off, Nny," a faint, yet eerie, voice somehow replied to his thoughts. Startled, Nny looked around. The voice must have come from upstairs. He left the room and ran back up the stairs. Bursting into the main room, he looked around again. Still nothing that hadn't been there before. 'My God, am I insane?' he thought to himself.
"Perhaps," a slightly more lively, yet just as eerie, voice replied.
Nny turned around. The voices were definitely coming from the right side of the room. "Who said that?" he asked aloud.
"Over here."
Nny followed the voice to two objects sitting on an end table. Styrofoam doughboys. He had brought them home from the supermarket about a week ago and painted them. And now they were talking to him. He was pretty much beyond words. "...What the..."
"Trust me, you don't want to know," said the one he had heard from downstairs. Nny decided it was the one with the four-letter-word written across its chest. The slightly more lively sounding one must've been the one with the "Z?" written on it.
"But you MAY want to know that we can let you do whatever you want!" the "Z?" doughboy added. Nny thought about what that may mean until a more familiar voice inside his head cut in.
*Nny, do NOT listen to them. They are BAD. Do whatever you must to get away from them. Whatever you do, don't do anything they say.*
Nny ignored this, as the last time he followed his own inner voice it got him a black eye. "Anything?"
"Yes, anything! Your deepest desires and darkest thoughts. We can make them a reality! In fact, we know already about your distaste for people. You said you thought none of them deserved to live, but you don't feel you could take matters into your own hands. Well, we can guide you through the process! Just think of the possibilities!"
Nny's eyes widened. "Fuck!"
"Hee. I like the sound of that," "Z?" replied.
"Good. Maybe I should start calling you that, if you plan on sticking around." [AN: As in most JtHM fics, he will be referred to as 'Eff' from now on.]
"Works for me, and yes, both of us do plan on sticking around. Anyway, we know what to do to get you started. Stick with us, kid, and you'll be fine."
"After all, you CAN'T do it yourself," the other doughboy added.
"Don't bring the boy down! We'll lose him!"
"Good!"
Eff realized Nny's eyebrow was raised slightly at his and the other doughboy's little outbursts. "Ahem."
"Waaait... That creepy feeling I got downstairs. Did that have anything to do with you?" Nny asked.
"Eh, sort of. It's all part of the process, though. Don't worry. Soon you won't feel anything," Eff replied.
"Process?"
"Don't worry about it. We need to get started. Your first task--your initiation, if you will--is to go to a pet shop and get a bunny. We'll tell you what to do with it..."
The end!
Disclaimer: Tim Burton, Jhonen Vasquez, blah blah blah.
~Chapter 9~
By late morning, Sally was back where she had started, in her hometown. The familiar smells of raw pumpkin, Halloween candy and rotting flesh greeted her as she walked down the main road. It was relieving to see the familiar faces once again. While her recent experiences were certainly adventurous, safety was a bigger priority to her. This was no doubt found here, rather than the surprisingly scarier world beyond the grave in the cemetery. She smiled to herself, looking up at Jack's mansion before walking in the door of her own home. Her smile soon faded, however, as she came face to face with a rather irritated Dr. Finkelstein.
"Hello, Sally," he greeted, his voice nearly dripping poison. "And just where have you been?"
Sally cringed. Busted. Nonetheless, that WAS a good question. "I'm...not quite sure, really," she replied honestly.
Her master snorted at this. "Either way, you disobeyed me. Who knows what could have happened to you, Sally! You could have been murdered, raped, kidnapped..." Sally gave a small laugh under her breath, "...any number of things! And what's more, I think my project may have followed you out the door. I haven't been able to find it yet." He sighed. "This calls for punishment, I believe. You are to stay inside this Halloween. I was planning on letting you go out this year, but it seems you've already BEEN out." Sally's facial expression was now one of complete shock and disappointment. "That is all." And with that, the scientist wheeled out of the room.
Sally sighed melodramatically and plopped down in a chair. "That wretched inner voice!"
~*~
Meanwhile, it was about 11 AM where Sally had left. Nny noticed that his visitor wasn't up yet. He left his own room [AN: I'm not entirely sure he has a designated "room" for himself, as he never sleeps, but let's pretend anyway.] and proceeded down the steep stairs that led to where Sally had been. As he descended the steps, a creepy feeling came over him. It seemed to increase little by little the further down he went. Something wasn't right. He finally got to his destination, and looked in. Nothing but the old couch. Puzzled and a bit disappointed, he wondered what might have happened to Sally.
"Maybe you scared her off, Nny," a faint, yet eerie, voice somehow replied to his thoughts. Startled, Nny looked around. The voice must have come from upstairs. He left the room and ran back up the stairs. Bursting into the main room, he looked around again. Still nothing that hadn't been there before. 'My God, am I insane?' he thought to himself.
"Perhaps," a slightly more lively, yet just as eerie, voice replied.
Nny turned around. The voices were definitely coming from the right side of the room. "Who said that?" he asked aloud.
"Over here."
Nny followed the voice to two objects sitting on an end table. Styrofoam doughboys. He had brought them home from the supermarket about a week ago and painted them. And now they were talking to him. He was pretty much beyond words. "...What the..."
"Trust me, you don't want to know," said the one he had heard from downstairs. Nny decided it was the one with the four-letter-word written across its chest. The slightly more lively sounding one must've been the one with the "Z?" written on it.
"But you MAY want to know that we can let you do whatever you want!" the "Z?" doughboy added. Nny thought about what that may mean until a more familiar voice inside his head cut in.
*Nny, do NOT listen to them. They are BAD. Do whatever you must to get away from them. Whatever you do, don't do anything they say.*
Nny ignored this, as the last time he followed his own inner voice it got him a black eye. "Anything?"
"Yes, anything! Your deepest desires and darkest thoughts. We can make them a reality! In fact, we know already about your distaste for people. You said you thought none of them deserved to live, but you don't feel you could take matters into your own hands. Well, we can guide you through the process! Just think of the possibilities!"
Nny's eyes widened. "Fuck!"
"Hee. I like the sound of that," "Z?" replied.
"Good. Maybe I should start calling you that, if you plan on sticking around." [AN: As in most JtHM fics, he will be referred to as 'Eff' from now on.]
"Works for me, and yes, both of us do plan on sticking around. Anyway, we know what to do to get you started. Stick with us, kid, and you'll be fine."
"After all, you CAN'T do it yourself," the other doughboy added.
"Don't bring the boy down! We'll lose him!"
"Good!"
Eff realized Nny's eyebrow was raised slightly at his and the other doughboy's little outbursts. "Ahem."
"Waaait... That creepy feeling I got downstairs. Did that have anything to do with you?" Nny asked.
"Eh, sort of. It's all part of the process, though. Don't worry. Soon you won't feel anything," Eff replied.
"Process?"
"Don't worry about it. We need to get started. Your first task--your initiation, if you will--is to go to a pet shop and get a bunny. We'll tell you what to do with it..."
The end!