***The opinions in this fic are not that of Jhonen. But neither are they mine. They're that of Nny's, and they are not guaranteed to be acceptable or society-friendly, no matter how marshmallow-y this particular installment might be***
Hey Johnny…
Yeah?
"Member how I said…like, months ago…that if anyone asked any questions about you, I'd have to relay them?
Uh huh?
Well…I have a few.
Shoot. And I don't mean that literally. You know I hate guns.
Yes. Yes I do. Alright…question one is from…Jay-Jay.
Who?
Jay-Jay, apparently. Probably a nickname. Anyway, she writes, "Johnny, do you still love Devi?" And she snickers, and runs away before she gets stabbed. But she thinks you do.
Well, she's right. I do still love Devi. But she can't accept that because of what I am. So I love Devi without openly declaring my love for her. It really hurts and its really hard. But I do it because I can't do anything else.
*wipes tear and sniffles* That's so precious…
Yeah, I know. *flings several knives in the fleeing girl's direction, hoping to god that Jiu Jitsu class and the Hunter's Guild of America actually did him some good.
*pops back to normal, jubilant, chipper self* You got another e-mail!
Another! Can't we stop for today?
NO! Now pay attention: an "ashford2ashford" asks, "Why don't you kill Squee? *looks at the Squeegee* Aw, but then he's too cute to…ahem…so why don't you?"
It's cause I fell bad for the little squeaky toy. He's sorta like I was when I was young. Indifferent parents, all alone in the world…the kid's got it rough! I'll be damned if I let the little guy suffer like that! *grins evilly*
Nny, you aren't planning to…
*innocently* What?
Never mind. Here's the icee. *hands over the usual treat*
Thanks!
I need more reviews, people! If you ever wanna talk to Nny again, you'll do as I demand!
