Author's Note: I have no plan for what's going to happen with this fic.
It's merely the garbage of my mind floating out, stoked by my loud stereo
that's upsetting my rabbit and lot's of soda. Oh I know the devilish thing
I'm going to do....which will probably turn you all against me, but who
gives a shit. It's art. Wahoo two reviewsies!
J. Marguerite: Thank yooz *strangles with glee* Oh sorry. I get overly excited at the fact that stuff I write is plastered on the internet for people to see. Holy moose here's your answer.
Chapter Three
Holy Moose
"Holy moose!" Johnny exclaimed as the back of his head smacked rather ungracefully on the exposed metal frame of the bed. The now burning scrape reminded him of its presence, grappled by carpet. It was a scratchy irritating carpet, an angry mold yellow color and it probably gave people rashes. Nny rolled off onto it and got up off his knees. Somewhere he heard water running. He figured that would be the bathroom unless an elephant happened to be pissing a few doors down. Nny assured himself on the short way down to get some disinfectant that he could just quickly dash in a dash back out, without incident. It didn't happen that way.
As soon as Nny stepped over the threshold, he was met by the piercing stair of a scraggly looking girl who looked somewhere between fifteen and twenty. "Umm hello," he said, as he opened the mirror cabinet and scanned for some disinfectant. Somebody made a small noise in the shower, though the girl was completely silent and was now staring into shower. Nny kept his focus averted, respecting others privacy though not so much as to put his own needs second to a stranger's. Strangers did him so much wrong.
"Holy shit Melva will you get the hell out of here?" a male voice came from the shower.
Melva, the girl seated on the toilet with the lid down, didn't respond to him. She just giggled. Nny could hear grumbling and thought this might get interesting. He leered from the door. From the shower he heard a distinct rustling. Without warning an industrial can of feminine shaving crème went flying from the shower. Melva tried to move to avoid it, but it ended up making painful contact with her frontal lobe. Satisfied laughter came from the shower as a thin hand snatched a towel from the rack. Hurriedly he dried off and took the clothes that Melva had been sitting on from the toilet. Hey, it was a small bathroom. A tall, frazzled looking man no older than Johnny himself came out. In fact they looked eerily similar.
Obviously he felt Nny staring at him and looked up. The look on his face was priceless. It was as if Elvis had come back from the dead. Quickly he pulled on his boots and said in awe, "Oh my god it's you."
"I suspect it is," Johnny said leery of this person, "Who's she?"
"M-melva. She's a pervert voyeur or something. It's not important. Today of all days, how'd you end up here?"
"I stabbed some guy," Johnny replied, taking a few steps back. Already he had said too much.
"I figured. Stupid question of me, I suppose. I'm Jimmy. I've been a fan of yours for quite some time," he replied advancing. Johnny wanted away, not considering the fact he may want out of the bathroom.
"That's nice," Johnny said, oddly intrigued and repelled by this. He just wanted to figure out how much this guy knew about him, or if he was just another loony. Scratch that: he was they all were. But still he might be a loony that knows something. "What exactly do I do that you're a fan of?"
"Everything!" he said maniacally, an odd glint to his greenish eyes. They both started walking in the same direction.
"Umm I'll just be going now. To my room," Nny said side-stepping in.
"Oh cool. You're my new roommate. God I'll learn so much," Jimmy the over-exuberant fan said. Nny sat despairingly on his bed, though was soon shooed off by Jimmy's attempts to fix it. He asked questions like what kind of knife he used to stab the guy, if he would still be doing Happy Noodle Boy, Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z? you get the frickin' point.
J. Marguerite: Thank yooz *strangles with glee* Oh sorry. I get overly excited at the fact that stuff I write is plastered on the internet for people to see. Holy moose here's your answer.
Chapter Three
Holy Moose
"Holy moose!" Johnny exclaimed as the back of his head smacked rather ungracefully on the exposed metal frame of the bed. The now burning scrape reminded him of its presence, grappled by carpet. It was a scratchy irritating carpet, an angry mold yellow color and it probably gave people rashes. Nny rolled off onto it and got up off his knees. Somewhere he heard water running. He figured that would be the bathroom unless an elephant happened to be pissing a few doors down. Nny assured himself on the short way down to get some disinfectant that he could just quickly dash in a dash back out, without incident. It didn't happen that way.
As soon as Nny stepped over the threshold, he was met by the piercing stair of a scraggly looking girl who looked somewhere between fifteen and twenty. "Umm hello," he said, as he opened the mirror cabinet and scanned for some disinfectant. Somebody made a small noise in the shower, though the girl was completely silent and was now staring into shower. Nny kept his focus averted, respecting others privacy though not so much as to put his own needs second to a stranger's. Strangers did him so much wrong.
"Holy shit Melva will you get the hell out of here?" a male voice came from the shower.
Melva, the girl seated on the toilet with the lid down, didn't respond to him. She just giggled. Nny could hear grumbling and thought this might get interesting. He leered from the door. From the shower he heard a distinct rustling. Without warning an industrial can of feminine shaving crème went flying from the shower. Melva tried to move to avoid it, but it ended up making painful contact with her frontal lobe. Satisfied laughter came from the shower as a thin hand snatched a towel from the rack. Hurriedly he dried off and took the clothes that Melva had been sitting on from the toilet. Hey, it was a small bathroom. A tall, frazzled looking man no older than Johnny himself came out. In fact they looked eerily similar.
Obviously he felt Nny staring at him and looked up. The look on his face was priceless. It was as if Elvis had come back from the dead. Quickly he pulled on his boots and said in awe, "Oh my god it's you."
"I suspect it is," Johnny said leery of this person, "Who's she?"
"M-melva. She's a pervert voyeur or something. It's not important. Today of all days, how'd you end up here?"
"I stabbed some guy," Johnny replied, taking a few steps back. Already he had said too much.
"I figured. Stupid question of me, I suppose. I'm Jimmy. I've been a fan of yours for quite some time," he replied advancing. Johnny wanted away, not considering the fact he may want out of the bathroom.
"That's nice," Johnny said, oddly intrigued and repelled by this. He just wanted to figure out how much this guy knew about him, or if he was just another loony. Scratch that: he was they all were. But still he might be a loony that knows something. "What exactly do I do that you're a fan of?"
"Everything!" he said maniacally, an odd glint to his greenish eyes. They both started walking in the same direction.
"Umm I'll just be going now. To my room," Nny said side-stepping in.
"Oh cool. You're my new roommate. God I'll learn so much," Jimmy the over-exuberant fan said. Nny sat despairingly on his bed, though was soon shooed off by Jimmy's attempts to fix it. He asked questions like what kind of knife he used to stab the guy, if he would still be doing Happy Noodle Boy, Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z?Z? you get the frickin' point.