Disclaimer: OK, by now you know that I own nothing. Hey wait, I own that baby type character, don't I? Ha! I own something!

Here's a few things to my reviewers:

janey-the-suicidal-maniac: Er, what sounds like jailbait? I thought Nny and Devi were around the same age. But maybe you spoke of something else. What in Jhonen's sanctified name did you mean? I must know now, or I will explode. Tell me! Pleeeeeease tell me!!!!!!!! ACK! Er…….^_^

Omelettes: Was it you who asked about doing the fanart or something of the sort? I think it was. I have this little bell ringing….. I remember vaguely someone asking, and I think it was you. But whoever it was, go right ahead. I hope it WAS you, because that means I have a brain. Woo! Heh. ME, a brain? Wow. That would be scary.

OK, now, I have some more, but I can't remember them right now so I will acknowledge them in the next chapter, I hope. Here we go with chapter……..um……..the next chapter, OK? I feel sort of sassy today, so beware the author's notes in between the lines and stuff. Read on now, or I will explode!

Oh and send more reviews. I derive my powers from them like Jhonen does with your souls, and the little demon children do with the aluminum siding on the side of their schoolhouse in that children of the dammed style horror novel mentioned in IFS.

And if you want to send ME your souls as well as Jhonen, I would be pleased. I need something to feed Biffy the spirit squirrel. (he says, 'chivvy chivvy choo', to you. That means, 'hello, I am not a mango')

Beware the shortness of this chapter. Hee. I like writing this. 'S fun. I have no life otherwise, since I can no longer write my comic strip. *grumbling* fucking muse died.

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Nny woke up (wow, exciting, huh?). He sat up in bed, stretching and looking around the slightly sunlit bedroom. Devi lay beside him, still asleep. He smiled at her sleeping form, leaning down to kiss her cheek before crawling out of bed and leaving the bedroom.

It had bee two months (what's my fascination with the fucking time period of two months, anyway?) since Johnny was born (not Nny, people. That baby thing. *shudders* I HATE those things) and things had been going great since then. Devi had decided to keep the baby rather than give him up for adoption. Nny had been staying with her for the two months so far to help her take care of Johnny. And Tenna had been a large helping factor also, so they were getting by with raising Johnny very well.

Nny walked into Devi's painting room, and walked over to the crib that sat in corner. He leaned over the edge, looking at Johnny as he slept. Nny smiled. Normally, he couldn't stand small children other than Squeegee, but baby Johnny was somehow different. Looking at him, Nny felt totally happy and yet sad all at the same time. He was afraid baby Johnny would turn out like his father. That would be too much for Nny to bear.

He decided it was time to wake baby Johnny up. He always hated wrenching people from sleep, as he knew what it was like to go without sleep from his long period of it himself, but he had to give him breakfast.

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"Devi," came a soft whisper. Devi ignored it for a moment, thinking it was just Sickness again. Sickness only bothered her in her dreams now, blabbing in and out of scenes, not making any real difference. "Devi?" the voice said again. And she realized that the voice was a male voice.

"Wuh?" Devi asked, opening her still tired eyes with some struggle. Nny was leaning down and looking at her. She smiled tiredly and kissed him.

"What?" she asked him. He straightened up and kept looking at her. He looked upset. "What's the matter?" she asked, sitting up.

"Devi it…….it's Johnny," Nny said, his soft voice shaking.

Devi's heart stopped for a moment and she jumped out of the bed faster than Nny had ever seen anyone move. She dove out of the room and out into her painting room (which by the way has been set up as a bedroom for the baby), running over to the crib. Nny followed her. Devi picked the baby up.

"Johnny?" she asked, giving him a little shake. He didn't respond. Devi gasped, picking up his small, stiff wrist and checking for a pulse. Nny watched her anxiously. "Johnny?" Devi asked again, shaking the baby once more. Again he didn't react.

At this point Devi broke down into tears, clutching the baby's small stiff body to her chest.

Nny really didn't want to bring the truth out, but he had to.

"Devi is he-?"

"He's dead, Nny! He's really dead!" Devi choked through her tears. Nny stood there for a moment, numb. And suddenly he felt everything. He started to weep also. Devi stood there, sobbing and holding Johnny. And then Nny went over and wrapped his arms around both of them, still crying.

He and Devi stood there, both cradling Johnny's lifeless body and each other at the same time.

"Why did he have to die?" Devi asked, barely audible through her tears.

Nny didn't say anything at all. He didn't know why. He never knew why.

"Am I just not supposed to love anyone?" he wept finally. Devi squeezed him tightly, unable to even speak through her tears, which had intensified considerably.

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Now look what I did! And just when Nny was finally happy. I hate myself!!!!!!!!