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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.

This particular chapter was written by Kayla Bonto

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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 4 is no good, just skip to the next chap @.@;;

Johnny stood inches away from the window. He looked through

the curtains once again. Not a soul was in the quiet streets. The

laughter still echoed against the walls, though it now belonged to a

different being. Dieing down, the laughter gave a final cruel

chuckle, and a sigh of amusement. The slim figure turned around,

walking through the living area towards his own room. The walls that

once where white where now stained with liquid, covered in polaroids

of twisted tortured faces, and dolls nailed by their limbs. The

furniture was all bathed in shadows, and within the darkness, a pair

of menacing, yet lifeless eyes stared at the thin structure before it.

"Lost another one, eh Nny?"

Nny closed the door softly behind him and continued to walk

forward to the desk, seating himself in the chair. His now saddened

face stared deeply into the mirror in front of him, but he quickly

lowered his head into his hands, not wanting to look at the monster

that would stare back.

"Poor little Nny, can't resist a pretty girl," a cruel

chuckle followed. "I told you, Nny… I told you before… Slave to your

emotions… It's human Nny… Give into your feelings…"

"SHUT UP!" Nny snapped. He jerked his head up from it's

resting place, the hands that held it now balled into fists. It

seemed the little burger boy had walked to the once empty place

beside Nny, though he did not see it. "FEELINGS?! WHAT USE DO THEY

HAVE?! They only hold us back! So much time wasted on silly human

emotions! I regained my freedom once, I can do it again,"

The look of rejection once again appeared on his face, he

brushed his hands against the desk, not knowing what to do with

them. Trembling, they did not help in hiding his frustration, and he

once again placed his head against them.

The arguments where always the same, the burger boy, Meat,

would comment on an act of emotion Nny displayed, and then he would

deny it. He wanted nothing more then to become cold inside, to not

feel for anyone or anything. He didn't want to laugh, he didn't want

to cry, he just wanted to be. For along time his emotions had been

used against him by everyone, from the pieces of shit that driven him

to insanity, then to the Dough Boys that used them to let loose the

thing behind the wall. No one could try to control him if he just

caste off his feelings.

"So tell me Nny, what was with the school girl outfit she had

on? Do you have some kinda fetish, or did you wanted to try

something kinky?!"

A look of disgust flashed across Nny's face, he didn't bother

to look up at the hysterical piece of plastic. To touch a person in

a way like… that. A shiver of disgust ran down his spine, causing

Meat's laughter to increase. Ignore it… Ignore it… but what he had

said did bring something to question. What exactly had happened

there? She had changed into… someone else. Words where said, and

then she just started to… transform. O, why bother questioning it,

in his fury, he probably just imagined it, his insanity growing.

First talking replicas of food mascots and dead animals, now

transforming girls?

"Where did you find her? Was it at the bookstore? You wasn't

out looking at Devi again? You`ve been bringing back most of them

from that area… Did she give her a hard time like the rest of them?"

Nny slowly moved his head up from his hands. He didn't want

to think about Devi, she was one of the few- possibly the only- that

he had a liking to. She had given him a moment of happiness, and

though she had beaten him senseless at his attempt to kill her, he

held high respect towards her. He attempted to apologize for his

actions, but she did not accept. So the least he could do was make

sure that her life would not become a living Hell like his turned out

to be.

Nny now had a full view of the mirror, that reflected himself

back. He looked over the details, his pale face, his black messy

hair, large shadows under his eyes, every facial feature visible.

This was Johnny C, at least what every one saw… and those who had

seen his true self where now either dead or emotionally scared. Fist

collided with glass, disfiguring the man's reflection, shards

flying. A cut and bleeding hand pulled away. Nny stared at trickles

of blood, showing no sign of pain. The burger boy sat motionless

like the toy that it was.

"I think I need a band-aid..."