chapter 2: moral dilemmas
johnny ran his fingers hastily through his black hair. with a nervous glance at the basement door he rose from his chair and paced about.
"of all the things you have ever done, this has to be the among the worst."
johnny turned suddenly. still tacked to the wall were the doughboys.
"when did you start talking again?!"
"oh come on, johnny," mr. fuck said coaxingly, "you can't really be that stupid. you can do whatever you want to those styrofoam manifestations, but our voices will always be in your mind. like it or not, we're still a part of you."
"shut up. i'm not going through this again. this is my mind, my life, i'm not going to be the slave again-"
"really?" psychodoughboy asked slyly. "it's like that reverant meat told you-he IS right about somethings, you know-'you are always a slave to something'."
"fuck you! i'm a slave to nothing!"
"well, then, how do you explain your feelings for that girl in the basement? she isn't just any random person, is she? you like her. you REALLY like her. and in some deep part of you, you know exactly why she's tied up in the nicest room in your bloody house."
"remember, johnny? we were your friends. even that fucking bunny left you, but we were always there for you. do you think that's going to change NOW?"
"wait.how come you guys can talk again, but where's nailbunny?"
"we blocked him out, johnny," mr. eff said simply, "all we had to do was change your frequency."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! it isn't enough that you want my brain-now you have to take away my bunny too?!"
"pretty much, yeah."
"god DAMNIT!!!"
*a/n: okay, this is getting really weird. i have no coherent plan for this as of yet, but that will change eventually. review if you love me, or flame away if you really feel you have to. see, flames used to make me cry, but now i don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks about my shit. but i digress. anyhoo, review away.*
johnny ran his fingers hastily through his black hair. with a nervous glance at the basement door he rose from his chair and paced about.
"of all the things you have ever done, this has to be the among the worst."
johnny turned suddenly. still tacked to the wall were the doughboys.
"when did you start talking again?!"
"oh come on, johnny," mr. fuck said coaxingly, "you can't really be that stupid. you can do whatever you want to those styrofoam manifestations, but our voices will always be in your mind. like it or not, we're still a part of you."
"shut up. i'm not going through this again. this is my mind, my life, i'm not going to be the slave again-"
"really?" psychodoughboy asked slyly. "it's like that reverant meat told you-he IS right about somethings, you know-'you are always a slave to something'."
"fuck you! i'm a slave to nothing!"
"well, then, how do you explain your feelings for that girl in the basement? she isn't just any random person, is she? you like her. you REALLY like her. and in some deep part of you, you know exactly why she's tied up in the nicest room in your bloody house."
"remember, johnny? we were your friends. even that fucking bunny left you, but we were always there for you. do you think that's going to change NOW?"
"wait.how come you guys can talk again, but where's nailbunny?"
"we blocked him out, johnny," mr. eff said simply, "all we had to do was change your frequency."
"WHAT THE FUCK?! it isn't enough that you want my brain-now you have to take away my bunny too?!"
"pretty much, yeah."
"god DAMNIT!!!"
*a/n: okay, this is getting really weird. i have no coherent plan for this as of yet, but that will change eventually. review if you love me, or flame away if you really feel you have to. see, flames used to make me cry, but now i don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks about my shit. but i digress. anyhoo, review away.*