from the sick twisted mind that brought you "fellowship of the
stuff".here's a crazy little song fic inspired by that spiffylicious
nny777slavelabor. wow does this thing suck.
the characters in here belong to jhonen vasquez, not me. the painfully nifty song is linkin park's, not mine. so there ya go,
*our boy johnny c. sits alone in a dark corner of his room, turning a knife over in his hands with tears in his eyes. "from the top to the bottom/bottom to top i stop-" *he rises slowly and crosses the room, his black hair falling into his face and his ebony eyes reflecting the moonlight." "at the core i'd forgotten/in the middle of my thoughts" *he stands, staring out the window* "taken far from my safety the picture's there/the memory won't escape me/but why should i care?" *he turns to the two doughboys. mr. eff makes a small noise and psychodoughboy hisses mockingly* "there's a place so dark you can't see the end/ the sky's shock black and shock that which can't defend-" *nny continues, tears rolling down his face. it is very sad to see.* "the rain then sends dripping/acidic questions/forcefully the power of suggestion" *nny shuts his tightly* then with the eyes shut/looking through the rust and rot and dust/a small spot of light floods the floor and pours over the rusted world of pretend-" *he opens his eye* "then the eyes ease open and it's dark again." *he seizes the gun off the table.* "in the memory you'll find me/eyes burning up/the darkness holding me tightly/until the sun rises up." *he presses the gun against his temple. d-boy looks hopeful and nailbunny bursts into tears* *casting the gun aside and glaring in self disgust, nny continues* "moving all around/screaming of the ups and downs/pollution manifested in perpetual sound/the wheels go round/and the sunset creaks behind streetlamps, chain link and concrete." *dashing across the room to his table, nny seizes a piece of paper with a few panels of happy noodle boy scribbled on it* "little piece of paper with a picture drawn/floats on down the street till the wind is gone/and the memory now is like the picture was then/once the paper's crumbled up it can't be perfect again!" *in sheer horror at what he's become, nny crumples up the paper into a little ball and hurls it across the room. behind his psychodoughboy makes a noise to get his attention and motions towards the gun. nny lunges across the room and snarls at the two styrofoam statues:* "now you've got me caught in the act/you bring the thought back/i'm telling you that i see right through you!"
*endnote: something bad inside me made me think that was worthy for me to share with you fine people. something very bad.
the characters in here belong to jhonen vasquez, not me. the painfully nifty song is linkin park's, not mine. so there ya go,
*our boy johnny c. sits alone in a dark corner of his room, turning a knife over in his hands with tears in his eyes. "from the top to the bottom/bottom to top i stop-" *he rises slowly and crosses the room, his black hair falling into his face and his ebony eyes reflecting the moonlight." "at the core i'd forgotten/in the middle of my thoughts" *he stands, staring out the window* "taken far from my safety the picture's there/the memory won't escape me/but why should i care?" *he turns to the two doughboys. mr. eff makes a small noise and psychodoughboy hisses mockingly* "there's a place so dark you can't see the end/ the sky's shock black and shock that which can't defend-" *nny continues, tears rolling down his face. it is very sad to see.* "the rain then sends dripping/acidic questions/forcefully the power of suggestion" *nny shuts his tightly* then with the eyes shut/looking through the rust and rot and dust/a small spot of light floods the floor and pours over the rusted world of pretend-" *he opens his eye* "then the eyes ease open and it's dark again." *he seizes the gun off the table.* "in the memory you'll find me/eyes burning up/the darkness holding me tightly/until the sun rises up." *he presses the gun against his temple. d-boy looks hopeful and nailbunny bursts into tears* *casting the gun aside and glaring in self disgust, nny continues* "moving all around/screaming of the ups and downs/pollution manifested in perpetual sound/the wheels go round/and the sunset creaks behind streetlamps, chain link and concrete." *dashing across the room to his table, nny seizes a piece of paper with a few panels of happy noodle boy scribbled on it* "little piece of paper with a picture drawn/floats on down the street till the wind is gone/and the memory now is like the picture was then/once the paper's crumbled up it can't be perfect again!" *in sheer horror at what he's become, nny crumples up the paper into a little ball and hurls it across the room. behind his psychodoughboy makes a noise to get his attention and motions towards the gun. nny lunges across the room and snarls at the two styrofoam statues:* "now you've got me caught in the act/you bring the thought back/i'm telling you that i see right through you!"
*endnote: something bad inside me made me think that was worthy for me to share with you fine people. something very bad.