Author's Note: I wrote this chapter during another of my awesome flashes of inspiration. I warn you; there is a plot twist in here that will stab your heart open like a massive chest wound! And then the plot twist will pull your heart out and jam it into the mouth of a rabid albino tree monkey! And then you'll hear me cackling many miles away! *looks around* Feels like I'm forgetting something…

Chapter Three, Part One: Squee Returns To School

Squee knew that he'd have to go back to school, sooner or later. Perhaps it was his inner intuition that let him know; perhaps it was just the fact that he wanted to be alone in Johnny's house as little as possible. So, after talking very briefly to Johnny about it, he found himself walking towards the school building, his book bag nestled softly against his back.

Once he found himself standing on the school lot, he realized just how lucky he was to spend the summer in the mental hospital. For, after all, nearly all the kids had spent the summer playing video games, until the subliminal messages in the games made them do maddening things of despicable horror. Elaborating on it is forbidden; the government knows I know too much already anyway. I'll wake up one day with a governmental sniper at my bedroom window and a bullet hole in my head. HAH! You cannot kill me, President Bush! I became immortal long ago! Join me in my ritualistic pig blood drinking! But I digress…

Squee looked around the schoolyard. There were the usual cliques – the older, darker, scarier gothic kids slouching against the building side, chatting about music and the like; the popular kids, all talking about who was more drunk over the weekend; the innocent kids, or the younger kids that didn't get into any cliques yet; the nerds, talking about the latest update in the world of RAM and DOS; and then Squee. Squee was in a group all of his own. Everyone belonged somewhere, but he didn't belong anywhere. Practically the whole school used him as their kickball.

" Move it, butthole." Someone shoved past him.

Squee stared at the bully.

The bully stared back at him.

Squee's lower lip trembled and his eyes widened in the ever popular trademarked Squee-face.

" You're that kid! That crazy one that they locked up!" The bully exclaimed. " Did someone break you out or something?"

" No." Squee whimpered. The last thing he wanted to do was get Johnny in trouble, after all the trouble Johnny went through to break Squee out and kill the evil doctor Ian and all that good crap. Now that I summarized the story so far, read on.

" Yeah." The bully looked up at the sky. " My mom says that you're different and that's bad. So prepare to taste FIST!" The bully lifted his fist threateningly. Ooh, violence against small children! I tremble!

Squee shrank back, his pupils dilating in fear. " Please don't… and… um… I'll read that sign on your back!"

" I don't got's no sign on my back." The bully replied.

" Yeah you do." Squee read the paper taped to the bully's back. " It says… 'This boy was run over by a truck, leaving him severely retarded. Forgive his audacity'."

" You can read. You suck." The bully muttered. " Now hold still so I can beat your bagel flat."

" But I like my bagel the way it is!" Squee cried out. " And aren't you upset at all?"

" Uh… yeah." The bully stopped and thought about it. " Hey! That note said I'm retarded! That's so gay!"

Squee blinked at the bully's crudeness.

The bully shouted: " I bet you planted that note, you little cock master!"

Squee was getting very frightened indeed. He gasped and huddled into a little ball on the ground, hoping to shrink into the size of a pill bug and roll away. I like pill bugs. I recollect doing obscene science experiments on them. I remember the one that ended up dying halfway through. He was weak. He deserved to die.

The bully planted a huge punch on Squee. The little Squee rocked in pain. His eyes filled with tears. The tears slid from beneath his eyelids and washed down his cheeks. As much as Squee hated crying in front of bastards, this was one time that he simply couldn't hold the tears in.

School had begun, and already he was lunchmeat.

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Meanwhile: In the Dark Danky Doom of the Internet! GASP!

They were having a meeting again. The online group, Internet Addicts Anonymous That Get Scammed Easily, helped solve people's internet addiction, which led them to be scammed. The group met for 23 hours at a time and were asked to submit their Social Security number and Credit Card number to the Moderator each time. A small fee of $20000 was to be deducted each time they consequently visited the page. But the cure will be found!

On this particular meeting, one of them had some scary news.

RahRahSallie: "OMG!"

PornSiteLUVR: " What? Did you go to that Obscene Granny Fucks Donkey site? Oooh man, that was sweet."

RahRahSallie:" There's someone in my basement! Omigod! I totally heard them break in!"

PornSiteLUVR: " Is that sexual innuendo? Are you telling me you're getting wet listening to my sweet erotic voice?"

RahRahSallie: " Um, like, we're typing, not talking, so I can't hear anything erotic, and OMG! He has a knife! It's a freaky skinny guy with a knife!"

PornSiteLUVR: "Sounds like a fetish to me!"

RahRahSallie: "He's in my doorway! Call the cops! My address is 7734 North Poop On a Stick Drive!"

PornSiteLUVR: "This sounds like something from one of my sexual role plays. Mmm…. Sex."

RahRahSallie: " Like, totally help! I would get offline if I could to call the cops, but I'm totally addicted to the internet!"

RahRahSallie: " OMG he is so totally lifting his knife, I KNEW I shouldn't have insulted him yesterday, when I

PornSiteLUVR: " flash him. Maybe he'll faint."

PornSiteLUVR: " Sallie?"

PornSiteLUVR: " Sallie? You there?"

PornSiteLUVR: " ooh. You're dead now! Even sexier! I am so turned on…. Mmm… ohhh yeah….. ohhhh…."

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Chapter Three, Part 2: Squee Needs Cheering Up!

Squee came home covered in bruises and cuts. Johnny opened the door after just one ring, for he was always preying right by the door, peeking out the window at the street. He looked down at the ratty-looking little kid standing on his steps and frowned. "Poor Squee!" Johnny sighed. " You got beat up."

Squee nodded dumbly, his chin trembling.

" I don't really have anything to heal people with." Johnny thought to himself. He looked back into the house and said: " Devi! Did you find any healing items in the house while you were cleaning it?"

" Nope. Shh! It's that diarrhea commercial on TV!" Devi was cackling insanely just as the commercial rolled to an end. " What happened?" She asked, standing up off their new couch. Devi and Johnny found it in an alley. There was nothing wrong with it, except that someone had stuffed a corpse into one of the cushions. Johnny got rid of it and stuffed the cushion with rags. It looked lumpy, but less lumpy than with the corpse stuffing.

" I got beat up…!" Squee began to cry. Sobs racked his tiny little body.

" Hug him, or something." Johnny exclaimed, panicking. He sure as hell didn't want to touch Squee.

Devi knelt in front of Squee and held out her hands, but she felt as if there was an invisible barrier there. There was something almost unwelcome to her senses now – something that feared such close contact with another being. She frowned and forced her arms around Squee anyway. " Poor kid." She whispered. " Johnny, I don't really know this kid. What am I supposed to do now?"

" You're the one that babysat kids, right?" Johnny replied. " I don't remember ever dealing with kids. I don't remember being a kid."

" Tell me a story." Squee demanded.

" Uh…" Devi's eyes widened. " I… guess I can." She smiled, oddly satisfied with the idea.

" Meanwhile, Squee, tell me the names and addresses of these little bullies." Johnny demanded.

" Why?" Squee exclaimed nervously.

" Let's just say that I'm glad I sharpened my knives." Johnny grinned wickedly.

Squee shivered in fear and cried harder.

" Nny, you are not helping!" Devi moaned, staring at Squee. There was a little snot bubble coming out of his nose. He tilted his face towards her shirt and she found a glistening little smear on her shirt. " Yuck." She whispered angrily.

" Squee, uh…" Johnny shrugged. " … you should get used to being bullied. I mean, think about it. To be a flusher you need something to fuel you. If you get so upset with being bullied, you punish yourself for their bullying. If you get upset at them, then you're punishing them! Get it?"

Squee nodded slowly. " I don't wanna be a flusher." He whimpered finally, wiping his eyes.

" It's going to be pretty hard to grow up normal in this house." Johnny warned him.

" We're not exactly good parents. I mean…" Devi blushed. " Nny and I, we're not even close. Hell, I just met him a while ago. And I met you a while ago, too. We're all practically strangers."

Johnny nodded. " So it's going to be really hard to grow up normal in a house like this. Since all you'll know for a long time is… erm… criminal going's on."

Devi nodded in agreement and hugged Squee tighter. " But you sure are cute!"

Squee's eyes stared wide-eyed in horror. He felt as if he just got himself out of the frying pan and into the fire, somehow.

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Meanwhile: A Pep Talk From The Author

Do you find yourself walking around without a goal in life? Do you realize your life has becoming boring and meaningless? Did your fashion sense disintegrate into being a walking billboard for companies like K*Nikidas or whatever is popular nowadays? Does everything seem meaningless? Are you morbidly depressed and completely unsatisfied with your life?

Take out a magic marker. Draw a dotted line on your wrists. Write "Slit here" on them.

Stare at your wrist.

And bash your head with it. Just hard enough to cave your face in. Now realize that you need to do it ANOTHER way…

End it now! End your misery! End your awful pain, supplement your desires! And…

Enjoy an ice cream sundae. Mmm!

"You want ice cream. You love it. You are meaningless without ice cream!"

This has been a public service announcement from Maggie. Quote from Invader Zim. Rights reserved and all that crap!

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Chapter 3, Part 3: Devi's Thoughts

Devi sat on the couch, staring at the flashing pictures on the TV screen, and couldn't help but think bad thoughts. Her mind was overflowing with them; she was absolutely overwrought with them. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips were parted, and her breath was shallow.

She had remembered it. Everything.

She knew it was too good to last.

It was some freakish momentary thing; for a few days, her memory must have gone blank. She must have gone into flusher mode by some odd disorder of the universe. Perhaps her brain had been affected by some unusual belch of fate. Now she was back; her memory was back; everything flashed before her eyes.

She had killed. Not just one person, but a whole bunch of people.

She was living with Johnny, willingly waltzing back into his life. NNY! THE MANIAC! The insane creep that tried to KILL her! And he was in possession of children! (At least it's better than Michael Jackson).

Devi shivered. What was she going to do now?

She was away from home for almost half a week now. She stood, slowly. She didn't know what to do. She sure as hell didn't want to stay with Johnny, but the idea of going back out into the world, fazed by the blood of people on her hands, was almost too much.

And then the fact that she liked killing. She had sampled it and liked it.

And Squee… she couldn't leave him!

She had to be resolute though. She had fought off the urges and voices before.

Devi's heart thundered as she opened the door to Johnny's house and escaped to the outside world again. She belonged out there, didn't she? She deserved to be with normal people. She didn't want to become a flusher, to become nothing more than an apprentice to Johnny. If she were to be with Johnny, she'd have to give up everything else.

And was she willing to do so?

She didn't know. All she wanted was to feel the soft bed of her apartment and to hug Tenna again.

Devi ran down the street, feeling as if she would have a heart attack any moment. She had made some of the biggest mistakes of her life in the few days her memory was gone.

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GASP! Shocking plot twist! Aren't you intrigued? This is just too much of me! I changed my original story plans to add lots of suspense! Now that Devi sampled both worlds, and saw that she and Johnny could be together and function, and just how extensive Nny's love for her was, would she go back? Or would she prefer the normal world?

And what about her sudden lust for blood?

This and more, next time! Only here! So review! Or… uh… I'll do… something! YEAH!