Disclaimey: I own NOTHING except original story ideas! (and a squeaky rubber ducky, woo!) So don't yell at me about whether I own JTHM or IFS please. OK, now here goes. This one centers on Devi. She's my favorite Jhonen character, so I wanted to do one mainly about her. This is really weird people, so bear with me here! This is only my third real Jhonen fic. (other two called 'What makes you different', previously called "Cherry Flavored Ham", and 'Johnny's Downfall". OK. Here goes nothing, literally.
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Devi, a girl of around21 with magenta hair, entered her apartment after another long, pointless day. She heaved a great sigh and threw her long tan coat down on a chair. She needed a break from..existence. It was a deplorable life she led, and yet she tried to make something of it.
She sighed another sigh, though this time faintly, and slunk disheartened toward the bathroom. Once inside the room, she ran some hot bath water and slipped her pigtails out. Her hair hung just over her shoulders. She glanced into the mirror at her reflection. A pretty, slim young woman stared back at her coldly. That's not what she saw. She glared at the reflection. All she saw was a girl that was trying to move forward, but getting nowhere. A girl no man would ever care about enough to actually become a boyfriend. A girl who had pretty much only one friend in the world, and her friend, Tenna, drove her nuts sometimes.
"You're an idiot, Devi. A loser, and you'll never be anything. Fuck you," Devi hissed crossly at her likeness staring back at her. She slipped out of her garments and sunk slowly into the scalding bathwater.
She reached for the radio beside her bathtub (inappropriate electricity safety!) and switched it on. Devi lay back in the water, letting the music pour over her, freeing her for the moment.
Devi shot up in the warm water, realizing that she had fallen asleep. She switched the radio off and began to chew over some things. She thought of the worst dates she'd been on in her life. One with Eddie, some horny freak who she'd ended up getting in a car wreck with, and he'd almost bled to death. One with some other guy who'd ended up being a zombie (faint shudder) and sucked the blood from the waiter's head at 'Wok of Doom' and eaten his brain. One with some other guy who's shit in his pants, which she didn't even want to think about. And one with a guy named Johnny, Nny for short. It was so strange. The one with Nny had easily been the single best date she'd ever been on, and ended up the worst. He'd actually tried to kill her. As it had to end up, he was a homicidal maniac. And she'd had to kick his ass to avoid this. She hated that guy's guts. He'd made her like him so much, she'd almost gone as far as to fall in love with him, and then he's ripped it all apart. And it was so sad how all those feelings for him went right down the toilet. And she hated him. She'd liked him more than any guy she'd ever met, and now she hated him more than any guy she'd ever met.
She was such a weirdo. She was going crazy.
"Fuck," she muttered simply. The solitary word whispered through the silent apartment, and faded into nothing.
More soon, I guess.
Moonchild