Mymette and Aidni Productions present:
Jack Jarlaxle Johnny
Torture
Disclaimer: Fingy Lickin Chicken kung fu! Gimme your Happy Meal and I will spare your soul, for I am the right hand of Satan. Fear me. Jack Skellington, Jarlaxle, and Nny don't belong to me. So don't try to sue me, unless you REALLY want three pennies and some pocket lint. I doubt I'm Stephen King or JK Rowling; writers are not rich people. HAH!…stupidhead. o.o
You people were threatening to bomb me, so now time for more…
Jack Jarlaxle Johnny
Torture
By: Esyla Lease
Attack of the Teenybopper Fangirls
Part 2
We last left our heroes at the mercy of the teenybopper fangirls. Why, you ask? Because it's MY story and I can whatever I want with it. YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME.
(screams from our three heroes are heard, soon followed by a loud THUMP. Silence ensues)
Jack: (groans and opens an eye, finding himself sprawled out on a cold stone floor, with the ceiling a black void) Where are we?
Jarlaxle: (props himself on an elbow and looks at the still unconscious Nny) Or more importantly, should we just leave him like that?
Jack: (sits up and poses thoughtfully) This could take some deliberation…
(The two stand up. Jarlaxle takes Johnny's kitchen knife and Jack looks around for some rope)
Nny: (wakes, finding himself bound with what's probably a whole coil of rope) You-
Jack: I may be the Pumpkin King, but I'm not taking my chances.
Jarlaxle: I'm an evil drow mercenary. What else did you expect?
Nny: CAN'T DENY-nothing, actually. I wasn't counting on the fact I would be knocked unconscious from a FOUR STORY fall.
Jack: (distractedly) Somehow, this reminds me a torture cham-
(evil laughter starts up. What, you think there's going to be an original plotline? Hah, you're too optimistic.)
Nny: It's one of those days…
Jarlaxle: For the lifestyle you lead, isn't it always one of those days?
(Laughter grows louder)
Jack: (sigh) …
(Laughter abruptly stops)
Nny: How…interesting.
(POOF! A huge dust cloud appears, the fog slowly rolling around the circular chamber. The outlines of three forms can be seen)
Jarlaxle: (yawns, leaning against a wall)
The fog disappears. We can now clearly see three figures. The first is a red head wearing leather pants, tube top, and duster, a demonic grin on her face. The middle is a short, pale, innocent looking girl wearing all zebra stripe with black high heels and a black buret. On the right is a pale girl with purple hair, black jeans, and a black t-shirt. This could get scary, folks.
Nny: Who the hell are you?*
Girl on Left: Geez, you start interrogating us the moment we poof from nonexistence. Give us a break, huh?
Middle Girl: Uh, yeah India…
Girl on Left (now known to everyone as India): (looks flustered) Stop confusing me…
Girl on Right: (mutters) She barely said anything….redhead…
India: Excuse me?! (glares) Ms. I'm From an Anne Rice Novel.
Girl of Right: Wait! No! Take that back!
Middle Girl: (clutches her head) Headache, gah, foop…
Jack: Excuse me? I haven't even gotten your names…
Middle Girl: (eyes become wider (is that possible?)) Such a gentleman! Cheesepuff. My name is Kelly, but you can address me as the Antichrist anytime. (smiles innocently)
Jarlaxle: (leans over to Jack) That…doesn't sound good.
Jack: (eyes are large and scared) God save me.
India: Hey Jarly! Don't you wanna know who I am? HUH?! (continues yanking the purple headed girl's hair. She retaliates with a roundhouse kick)
Purple headed Girl: Take that you leather wearing biotch! (eyes our little Nny hungrily) Yummy! (goes into crazed fan girl hysteria mode)
Kelly: (sighs) Her name's Ria. She wants to visit Nny's basement.
India: More like Nny's labyrinth. Or maze.
Ria continues laughing hysterically, throwing her head back with that demonic spooky grin. Suddenly she stops and looks calmly at our three heroes.
Ria: Soooo….time for some fun?
India: Kinky fun!
Kelly: Hot sweaty monkey fun!
Jack: (on his knees praying, knowing not even his spiffy Pumpkin King powers will get him out of this one)
Nny: (somehow has a knife ready)
Jarlaxle: (nonchalantly) So who brought the handcuffs this time?
SEVEN HOURS LATER
Remember when we first saw that dank cell where our brave boys first met their first fate? (What, you think Kelly, India, and Ria are the Teenybopper Fangirls. Not on your life. They'll hunt you down and poke you with sharp objects if you think THAT. Stupidhead…)
Now that spacious room looks very, ah, purple. With purple beds, drapes, pillows, neon lights, tables, stools, torture devices, fuzzy handcuffs...
The camera now closes in on two forms; the first being an unconscious Nny half covered in blood, the other in chocolate sauce and strawberry syrup (can we say sundae anyone?) lying stripped to the waist on one of the purple bed, spread eagle, his wrists and ankles chained.*
Next we have poor old Jack. He's dressed in a Santa Claus outfit, part of his pinstripe suit showing through where rips were made. Methinks he was also a sundae. If only Sally could see him now…
Jarlaxe; well Jarlaxle's busy at the moment. Unless you want this to be a rated R plotline…
Kelly: (comes out of a side doorway, sipping hot chocolate and wearing a silky black robe. She looks at Jack who is handcuffed to the wall) Hi!
Jack: (mumble)
Kelly: How cute!
Ria: (pokes her head out from a side door) Did you say you wanted some more whipped cream and nuts?
Jack: Oh no…
Kelly: Awww….my poor Jack. It'll be okay, I promise!
Jack: (closes eyesockets) Horrible images embedded in skull…
Noises are heard from behind a curtain in a corner of the room. Jarlaxle and India seem to be enjoying themselves.
Ria: (looks towards the bed) Nny's too worn out, poor sexy, sweet, eat up with a spoon homicidal maniac.
Kelly: I thought you already did that.
Ria: Oh, I did. It was just too damn short.
A fog rolls into the room once again. The smoke dissipates, the girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes is seen. She's wearing a trench coat and a black dress with an ankh necklace and fishnet stocking.
Lease: Hey Jacky! (walks over and pats the Pumpkin King) How's it hanging! (giggles in spite of herself) I'm so funny!
Kelly: Just get on with it.
Lease: …right! India, get yer sorry arse from under that bed sheet!
India: (from behind curtain) But I don't wannaaaa…
Lease: I gave you seven hours of non-stop fun!
India: Nuh uh! We had to stop for ten minutes because we ran out of butter scotch sauce! Isn't that right, Jarly hun?
The curtain opens to reveal India in a corset and Jarlaxle unclothed, both lying in the bed with their bottom halved covered by purple tinted sheets. India's sipping wine, Jarlaxle smoking a cigarette.
Jack: (eye sockets go wide) I really want to go home now…
Lease: Not on your undead life. Where's Ria?
(Nny stirs and groans.)
Nny: What the hell? I felt like a bulldozer ran me over…
Lease: Knowing Ria, one probably did.
Ria: (walks into the room) What? You're back already? How…sad.
Lease: All righty then.
Jack: (groans) Oh no…
Lease: Now the REAL fun begins…
TO BE CONTINUED….
A/N: You really want more of KEY Torture? If I don't receive any torture devices (also known as fanfiction) there won't be anymore besides ONE MORE CHAPTER. That's right, folks. If you know someone, or you're that someone yourself, that has some fanfiction that would make Jack, Jarlaxle, or Nny squirm, make them suffer! Email me (whataboutkimmuriel@yahoo.com, or mangabunnysm@aol.com) with the heading of the email "Torture Device." Please include the fanfiction title, which character(s) it features, and your name so I can give you credit. Thank you, and good night.
Additional Note to Kelly, India, and Ria: A big thanks for letting me humiliate you guys! I think I also changed Ria and Kelly's obsession, but it worked out better as Kelly for the head of Jack's fanclub and Ria as the head of Nny's. I love you people!
Additional Note to the Readers: I know I've been a slacker, but I really appreciate those who actually emailed or IMed me with positive feedback and insane ideas. I'm starting a KEY Torture website soon, and I'd love you guys to be members….and help me with HTML. Angelfire doesn't like meeee….
Proposed website address: www.keytorture.tk
Why the fook are those asterix there?
*JTHM#7
*Wouldn't this make the cutest fanart? Awwwww….you know it would.