Death to the Bitchy Register Person!

Hi! *Waves Happily* Wow my first part of my first fic! YAY! Happiness. I'm sayin' this before hand. Yes I know the 24/7 doesn't have gasoline, but it does now. Review, flamers will have a pack of wild dogs sent to chase them down, survivors will be shot!

Disclaimer: Stinky Cheese, What's this crap, I have no talent, and so I don't own Jthm, Squee or anything else at that. : * ( (Wasn't that sad? How can I own it if I'm that pathetic?) Although one character is mine. but she doesn't show up yet.
A short, incredibly thin, incredibly sickly teenager rounded the corner and entered the 24/7. Looking around he quickly spotted what he had came for and walked over to the objects he 'required.' The boy picked up a couple of lighters, some lighter fluid, and after walking over to a separate section of the store, gasoline. He walked up to the register with the objects in his arms and dumped the on the counter. The tall, blonde, attractive girl behind the counter looked up from her magazine at the klunk sound the items made as they hit the counter. "What do you want?" she asked wrinkling her nose at the sight of him. He knew he wasn't the best looking, in fact far from it. Only a few years ago had he been released from a mental institution. He hadn't needed to be there as long as he had, they used him for medical testing, hence his disturbing appearance. He was so thin his ribs were visible through his thick black, and white striped shirt. He had an odd, disturbing green bluish hair color, which was the main gift from the testing. He had green tinted skin. On top of that he was allergic to almost everything, and went into fits periodically. "I would like to buy these items, that is your job, if you can't remember. I lay my stuff on the counter-" The boy began. "I know my job freak-" She began but was cut off. "It's Todd, Squee at the very least, not freak." The boy called Squee interjected. " Squee, Todd, Thong- I don't care what your name is, queer. Go to hell, and get out." She yelled at him. Todd had tried to remain calm, but the voice of his teddy bear, Shmee, was having a field day. 'Light her on fire Todd! You got the equipment, you were just going to flame someone else. Might as well be her, she needs to burn in Hell where people like her belong!' And on and on Shmee went. "HEY FAG!! I SAID OUT! FUCK OFF!" She hollered at him. Todd acting on reflexes opened the gas and throw some on her with speed that must have taken years of practice, and light her on fire. He watched her, with an odd pleasure, burn. He smiled to himself and helped himself to a few more cans of gasoline and walked out the door. Shmee, who was only there in Todd's mind smiled with him. Ironically he had gained the habit of burning people, and being happy about it a week after being released from the mental hospital. Shmee was not really existent, well not more anyway. Shmee once was a real bear that talked to him through that form, but at the institution he was taken from Todd, and became part of his mind. Shmee wasn't alone though, there were many voices, and faceless bodies that haunted Todd, but Shmee was his favorite. He tried to block out others and let Shmee be his guiding light. He stepped out on to the street and headed home. He sighed, 'home,' he thought bitterly, 'what home, I'd be better off living on the street as a hobo.' He smiled at the thought; he would enjoy living like that.

(A/N REVIEW, but don't flame.)