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3 - Basket Case.
Johnny stood triumphantly over his latest victim. She had been a cheerleader, one of the many he enjoyed charging his taser on. All cheerleaders seemed the same. No matter. He would change that, he planned to return and get the others later. Then he would make them each a little different, a new orifice here, bald spots there, perfect.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Please let me go, I promise I won't laugh at you again.I'm really sorry!"
'Here it comes' He thought. 'Always the same. Why is it always the same trivial bullshit with them?'
"Can't you people come up with new ways to beg?!" He screeched at her.
She stared at him for a whole minute, he counted. The she opened her mouth again. "Please let me go!"
'Maybe its time they listen to ME.' He thought.
(Do you have the time,
To listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything all at once.)
"Fuck. The least you people could do is come up with new pleas, or at least new insults! I feel like I'm caught in some sort of time warp or something, its like an old Twilight Zone episode!"
(I am one of those,
Melodramatic fools,
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it!)
"Everyday it's the same thing, '" Oh look at him he's a turd! Oh look at what a dumb ass he is! Oh look, he's coming towards us, come lets beat the shit out him! Oh dear me, please take this knife out of my ass!"' Johnny raised his voice at least three pitches, mimicking the various people who mocked him.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!)
"Okay okay okay, I'm not the most stable person on the planet but fook, the least you people could do is show some kind silenced respect! Shutting the fuck up would do just fine ya know!"
"Listen man, I'm really sorry, are you going to kill me or-"
"Shut up! I'm not finished."
(Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?)
"Now listen, don't think I haven't at least TRIED to work myself into the crowd a bit, you know, that call that period of life 'MIDDLE SCHOOL'. But, that didn't work so I just fuck that, I'm good the way I am. Nobody should have to conform to something they don't like! So, bang! This sucks! Bang! I'm done! Bang! Cue the shooting star!"
(I went to shrink,
To analyse my dreams,
She said its lack of sex that's bringin' me down.
I went to a whore,
She said my life's a bore,
So quit my whining cause' its bringin' her down.)
"So then I met people like you." His tone turned grave.
"Wow..I really don't know what to say.you're life sounds pretty bad." She said in her high pitched voice.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up!)
"So why didn't you just keep going with the crowd? At least you would've been popular."
(Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?)
And there it was. Johnny's expression dropped, it felt like the bottom had fallen out of a sand bag.
(Grasping to control..
So I better hold on!)
Johnny shook his head one last time, then pulled the lever on the machine the cheerleader was attached to. A huge scythe lunged out from seemingly nowhere, burying its blade in the middle of her face.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?!)
Johnny shook his head again. "They never listen. Why do I bother?" And with that said, he walked upstairs, pulled on his backpack and left to get a brainfreezy.
A/N: Okay, Johnny seemed a little OOC in there, but I liked how this turned out. Its hard using punk songs for songfics.
3 - Basket Case.
Johnny stood triumphantly over his latest victim. She had been a cheerleader, one of the many he enjoyed charging his taser on. All cheerleaders seemed the same. No matter. He would change that, he planned to return and get the others later. Then he would make them each a little different, a new orifice here, bald spots there, perfect.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Please let me go, I promise I won't laugh at you again.I'm really sorry!"
'Here it comes' He thought. 'Always the same. Why is it always the same trivial bullshit with them?'
"Can't you people come up with new ways to beg?!" He screeched at her.
She stared at him for a whole minute, he counted. The she opened her mouth again. "Please let me go!"
'Maybe its time they listen to ME.' He thought.
(Do you have the time,
To listen to me whine?
About nothing and everything all at once.)
"Fuck. The least you people could do is come up with new pleas, or at least new insults! I feel like I'm caught in some sort of time warp or something, its like an old Twilight Zone episode!"
(I am one of those,
Melodramatic fools,
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it!)
"Everyday it's the same thing, '" Oh look at him he's a turd! Oh look at what a dumb ass he is! Oh look, he's coming towards us, come lets beat the shit out him! Oh dear me, please take this knife out of my ass!"' Johnny raised his voice at least three pitches, mimicking the various people who mocked him.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!)
"Okay okay okay, I'm not the most stable person on the planet but fook, the least you people could do is show some kind silenced respect! Shutting the fuck up would do just fine ya know!"
"Listen man, I'm really sorry, are you going to kill me or-"
"Shut up! I'm not finished."
(Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?)
"Now listen, don't think I haven't at least TRIED to work myself into the crowd a bit, you know, that call that period of life 'MIDDLE SCHOOL'. But, that didn't work so I just fuck that, I'm good the way I am. Nobody should have to conform to something they don't like! So, bang! This sucks! Bang! I'm done! Bang! Cue the shooting star!"
(I went to shrink,
To analyse my dreams,
She said its lack of sex that's bringin' me down.
I went to a whore,
She said my life's a bore,
So quit my whining cause' its bringin' her down.)
"So then I met people like you." His tone turned grave.
"Wow..I really don't know what to say.you're life sounds pretty bad." She said in her high pitched voice.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up!)
"So why didn't you just keep going with the crowd? At least you would've been popular."
(Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?)
And there it was. Johnny's expression dropped, it felt like the bottom had fallen out of a sand bag.
(Grasping to control..
So I better hold on!)
Johnny shook his head one last time, then pulled the lever on the machine the cheerleader was attached to. A huge scythe lunged out from seemingly nowhere, burying its blade in the middle of her face.
(Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me,
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up!
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I stoned?!)
Johnny shook his head again. "They never listen. Why do I bother?" And with that said, he walked upstairs, pulled on his backpack and left to get a brainfreezy.
A/N: Okay, Johnny seemed a little OOC in there, but I liked how this turned out. Its hard using punk songs for songfics.