Down in the Basement
Ok. Sorry it's been a while, but shit has been happening. So here's the next chappie! Review, but don't critize.
Gaz looked around the house, GIR was screaming running around. She should shut him up; whoever lived here might hear him. But Gaz, however, couldn't believe that someone lived here, it wasn't likely. It was a trash dump, and there were odd red stains all over the place that looked too much like blood, not that it bothered her mind you.
"Master's that way!" He shouted happily. He was pointing to a door.
"Why the fuck not? I'll be dead in some amount of years anyway." She sighed, then added, "Oh yeah, GIR, after this, I'm going to destroy your pathetic mother fucking existence, got it?"
"Yes, nice lady!" He smiled and walked through the door. Gaz followed and was greeted with descending steps. She raised her eyebrows, this just didn't seem the type of house that would have a basement, or basements as she'd soon discover.
Johnny smiled at the screams. They relaxed him. The big headed boy, Dib was his name as he'd come to discover, was so entertaining. After the screams had started to die down a little, he stood up from the dark corner he was sitting in. He walked over to Dib and smiled at the horrified look on his face. He pulled out his knife and began fiddling with it between his fingers.
"Well, Dib, I hope you're enjoying yourself here in my beloved basement." He cackled.
"STOP! Please! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!" At this Johnny laughed a loud, then paused, what had he done? He had grabbed him alongside the perplexing green guy, who Dib had informed him was named Zim, after Zim had made some snide comments. Oh well, he was human, that's all he needed. He, he relished the thought, not the wall that used to haunt him, not the psycho doughboys, hell not even Rev. Meat plagued him. Oh don't get him wrong he had a voice, in fact it was a blue mutilated rubber ducky self dubbed Lixo, not a name he'd have picked, but oh well, he was in the most control he'd ever been in.
"What you did isn't important, you're human. I don't like people, not even myself, suicide isn't foreign to me. All you need to worry yourself about is the heightened agony you're about to endure." He smiled evilly.
"When my sister finds out she'll-"
"I'm here idiot." They both turned their heads and looked at the stairs, which a shadowy figure loomed in, it was a female figure.
Review, sorry its short, but I'll make next chappie longer Scouts honor, which would be valid if I was a scout.
Ok. Sorry it's been a while, but shit has been happening. So here's the next chappie! Review, but don't critize.
Gaz looked around the house, GIR was screaming running around. She should shut him up; whoever lived here might hear him. But Gaz, however, couldn't believe that someone lived here, it wasn't likely. It was a trash dump, and there were odd red stains all over the place that looked too much like blood, not that it bothered her mind you.
"Master's that way!" He shouted happily. He was pointing to a door.
"Why the fuck not? I'll be dead in some amount of years anyway." She sighed, then added, "Oh yeah, GIR, after this, I'm going to destroy your pathetic mother fucking existence, got it?"
"Yes, nice lady!" He smiled and walked through the door. Gaz followed and was greeted with descending steps. She raised her eyebrows, this just didn't seem the type of house that would have a basement, or basements as she'd soon discover.
Johnny smiled at the screams. They relaxed him. The big headed boy, Dib was his name as he'd come to discover, was so entertaining. After the screams had started to die down a little, he stood up from the dark corner he was sitting in. He walked over to Dib and smiled at the horrified look on his face. He pulled out his knife and began fiddling with it between his fingers.
"Well, Dib, I hope you're enjoying yourself here in my beloved basement." He cackled.
"STOP! Please! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!" At this Johnny laughed a loud, then paused, what had he done? He had grabbed him alongside the perplexing green guy, who Dib had informed him was named Zim, after Zim had made some snide comments. Oh well, he was human, that's all he needed. He, he relished the thought, not the wall that used to haunt him, not the psycho doughboys, hell not even Rev. Meat plagued him. Oh don't get him wrong he had a voice, in fact it was a blue mutilated rubber ducky self dubbed Lixo, not a name he'd have picked, but oh well, he was in the most control he'd ever been in.
"What you did isn't important, you're human. I don't like people, not even myself, suicide isn't foreign to me. All you need to worry yourself about is the heightened agony you're about to endure." He smiled evilly.
"When my sister finds out she'll-"
"I'm here idiot." They both turned their heads and looked at the stairs, which a shadowy figure loomed in, it was a female figure.
Review, sorry its short, but I'll make next chappie longer Scouts honor, which would be valid if I was a scout.