A/N Well I don't care if get reviews or not . I'm having lots of fun
writing these.*does happy mosh-dance* well I got this idea from my feeble
little brain not knowing where to go .but these stories will get better as
I go .
*crosses fingers* ^_^
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Disclaimer: NOOOO I don't own the idea of JTHM ..*falls to the ground sobbing* YOU HAPPY NOW!!! * sniff sniff *
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He walked into the store. People of all colors everywhere: brown, yellow, black, white. There he went to one of his favorite sections, classical music. Stereotypically he shouldn't be in that section. Dressed in black jagged pants, knee high boots with aluminum camel toes and a shirt with "Z?" and crooked spike hair, there are four categories he fit into: punk, metal, Goth, and rave music. People stared at him as if he was on display seeing his every move. He hated that. Why were all those people staring? The day was turning black like the decomposing feelings he had. He tried to ignore the glances. Some of the people inside the store looked like dead zombies drooling over their stupid band covers. No one stared at those people ..dead walking corpses was all he viewed in the store. Staring at him, trying to take a peek inside his dead soul lost in insanity.
"Hi Nny!" said a faint little squeaky voice.
"Oh! Hi Squee! Where are your mom and dad?"
"I don't know?" responded the little kid. He stood next to Johnny, he had big sad puppy eyes and hair that naturally came down his forehead, he held a stitched up bear that he called Shmee.
"What happened did they try to loose you again?"
"I don't think so, I had to pee, so they said to come in to the stores bathroom and when I came out they weren't here I think they were abducted by aliens AGAIN!"
Nny stared at Squee. "You sure."
"Yesh, it's happened before", replied Squee while cuddling his bear.
The hatred that Nny had disappeared because little Todd was here. All he saw was this kid that remembered so much of him when he was small. Nny saw so much fear in this kids eyes. Maybe fear of Nny himself. Squee had seeing some of the psychotic tortures he had done before.
"What are you doing Nny?"
"I don't really know I thought I should check out some music I might want, you know Bach? ...Oh how I want Bach's Concertos."
"Who's Bach???" asked Squee in a low voice.
Giggling came from behind the other side of the display case.
"Hold on okay Squee".
Nny went to see who was laughing at his ideals of music. This kid with his four friends were all dressed in the same clothing, mainstream bands that whine a lot. Names like Whatknot and Linekin Pork Nny thought they were bands that were not worthy of his time.
" What are you laughing at??" asked Nny while glaring one of the kids.
"Oh nothing Mister spooky * cough *fag" replied the kid. Nny stared harder at the kid and noticed his stupidity.
"I don't think its fair that you should be laughing at the music that I favor" Nny said to the kid
"FAAAAAGGGG!!" screamed another kid this one had long hair that barely came to his shoulders if you pulled it with a lot of force.
"You STUPID pile of hormoned freak don't ever call me fag!!!"
A kid came behind him and pushed him against the wall. Nny hit the wall with force!
* THUMP!!! *
He fell to the floor.
"SQUEEE" came a sound from little Todd who saw what was happening. Tears started to show in his eyes noting where this might lead.Tortures...tortures..
"Leave him alone.or ...or...Shmee will get real mad!" Said little Squee. Holding his bear like a shield at one of them.
"Who this little stitched up bear ... isn't he cute" said another kid with fucked up spiky hair. He snagged Shmee from Squees hands.
"NOOO..SHMEEE!!"
"Leave Squee alone you blind sack of lambs" Nny said with an evil grin.
* Hint * He has that look on his face.
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Disclaimer: NOOOO I don't own the idea of JTHM ..*falls to the ground sobbing* YOU HAPPY NOW!!! * sniff sniff *
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He walked into the store. People of all colors everywhere: brown, yellow, black, white. There he went to one of his favorite sections, classical music. Stereotypically he shouldn't be in that section. Dressed in black jagged pants, knee high boots with aluminum camel toes and a shirt with "Z?" and crooked spike hair, there are four categories he fit into: punk, metal, Goth, and rave music. People stared at him as if he was on display seeing his every move. He hated that. Why were all those people staring? The day was turning black like the decomposing feelings he had. He tried to ignore the glances. Some of the people inside the store looked like dead zombies drooling over their stupid band covers. No one stared at those people ..dead walking corpses was all he viewed in the store. Staring at him, trying to take a peek inside his dead soul lost in insanity.
"Hi Nny!" said a faint little squeaky voice.
"Oh! Hi Squee! Where are your mom and dad?"
"I don't know?" responded the little kid. He stood next to Johnny, he had big sad puppy eyes and hair that naturally came down his forehead, he held a stitched up bear that he called Shmee.
"What happened did they try to loose you again?"
"I don't think so, I had to pee, so they said to come in to the stores bathroom and when I came out they weren't here I think they were abducted by aliens AGAIN!"
Nny stared at Squee. "You sure."
"Yesh, it's happened before", replied Squee while cuddling his bear.
The hatred that Nny had disappeared because little Todd was here. All he saw was this kid that remembered so much of him when he was small. Nny saw so much fear in this kids eyes. Maybe fear of Nny himself. Squee had seeing some of the psychotic tortures he had done before.
"What are you doing Nny?"
"I don't really know I thought I should check out some music I might want, you know Bach? ...Oh how I want Bach's Concertos."
"Who's Bach???" asked Squee in a low voice.
Giggling came from behind the other side of the display case.
"Hold on okay Squee".
Nny went to see who was laughing at his ideals of music. This kid with his four friends were all dressed in the same clothing, mainstream bands that whine a lot. Names like Whatknot and Linekin Pork Nny thought they were bands that were not worthy of his time.
" What are you laughing at??" asked Nny while glaring one of the kids.
"Oh nothing Mister spooky * cough *fag" replied the kid. Nny stared harder at the kid and noticed his stupidity.
"I don't think its fair that you should be laughing at the music that I favor" Nny said to the kid
"FAAAAAGGGG!!" screamed another kid this one had long hair that barely came to his shoulders if you pulled it with a lot of force.
"You STUPID pile of hormoned freak don't ever call me fag!!!"
A kid came behind him and pushed him against the wall. Nny hit the wall with force!
* THUMP!!! *
He fell to the floor.
"SQUEEE" came a sound from little Todd who saw what was happening. Tears started to show in his eyes noting where this might lead.Tortures...tortures..
"Leave him alone.or ...or...Shmee will get real mad!" Said little Squee. Holding his bear like a shield at one of them.
"Who this little stitched up bear ... isn't he cute" said another kid with fucked up spiky hair. He snagged Shmee from Squees hands.
"NOOO..SHMEEE!!"
"Leave Squee alone you blind sack of lambs" Nny said with an evil grin.
* Hint * He has that look on his face.