It's been a while since I updated this, and I apologize. I found the remnants of this story when going through last years notebooks and decided to take a stab at finishing it. I don't own stuff as usual. Just Melanie.

Chapter 2:Bring Me to Life

It was eleven PM before they convinced themselves it was safe to go back into the room. The storm had since stopped and the clouds were now swirling overhead like the walls of lower hell. After one last dare, Pepito ate a cherry bomb, which obviously didn't explode because his saliva put out the fuse. Yay! The kids have finally learned something in science class!

Then they went to sleep. The clock in the hall chimed twelve times as the mass of clouds cleared from the sky, letting the light of the full moon shine on the Ouija board in the middle of Squee's bedroom. If it's not Nny coming in the window, it's the power of the supernatural. Why doesn't he just get some curtains? But that's another story. This tranquil scene was in sharp contrast with everything that was going on in Hell.

"DARN YOU GOPHERS!! I didn't know there would be any gophers down here. This must be Hell or something." An old man with a cane and hardly any teeth left ran by and accidentally hit Nny.

"OW!! You are in Hell, by the way. And if you weren't already dead, you would be right now."

"Oh.that would explain a lot. But it's almost midnight. I have to go back now and get me some kiddy meats! Where were you going to?"

"Going? What's the point if it's all the same postpartum wasteland?"

"You're depressing. In my day we didn't use all those big words like if and the. Scuse me, I've got some haunting to do! Wheee!!!"

The gray swirling of the ceiling halted, then cleared. Through it there was another kind of swirling, hotter than the sun it seemed. It was fiery yellow-orange and rotating ever so slowly around them. Then the vision shot upward, through the Earth's core, to the cooler mantle, through the layer where the crust meets the magma on which the continents float, up through the rocks and dirt and into a basement with a hole in the side, finally slowing and stopping in a room lit only by the moon. Three masses were visible breathing, asleep around a board in the center.

The old man climbed up the rocky wall and into the room, where he became invisible except in the bright light of the moon.

"What could he want there?", Nny thought. He knew there was something familiar about that room, but he couldn't put a finger on it. Did one of those kids have horns? No, it was probably just his imagination or the poor lighting.

Another one rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something. "No Shmee, I don't want to torture the other kids with pepper spray and water guns filled with acid. That would be mean."

"Squee?!" the old man screamed, but apparently not enough to fully waken anyone. The old man was drooling, zombie like over Squee. Nny was stuck in the indescision to go up and visit his little friend. His eyes lit up, temporarily forgetting the awkwardness of being a ghost. He laid his hands on the rocky walls leading up to the room, almost losing himself in the cool vapor that seemed neither liquid nor gas. Or any other describable type of matter he had ever felt. It was beautiful, yet frightening. But that could have come from not exactly being alive. But greater than the fear of the unknown was his comfort in the odd, but familiar and distant feel of walking on a cloud in a dream. Who knows the last time he had slept. The distance in time only made the distance in feeling more difficult to recall. But it was still somehow possible.

"And now..hehe.", the old man cackled with a glazed expression. "It's time to do something I should have done along time ago."

Nny began to ascend the wall when he paused in the middle. "would Squee want me there?", he whispered to himself, too soft to be clearly audible or wake anyone above him. "All I could do is make things more complicated for him." He remembered all of the events of the past year or so. At least he thought it was. With all of these round trip tickets to hell, his concept of time was beginning to lack accuracy. But of what he did remember, his presence and influence had only served to harm Squee. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. Yes, he should just stay there. There was a future that lay ten years ahead of him that had to be prevented. He still wasn't sure whether he really was there, if it was a dream, or just some weird vision he had as a result of being knocked out in that car accident back in November. Stan had been taken care of to the extent of his knowledge. Probably off stealing shiny car guy's car or something. But what good would come of him going back? He had a feeling the time this tunnel would be open was limited. " No, no. I won't go back. But if I have the time, I would just like to say goodbye. It's the least I could do to lessen the effects of any post traumatic stress disorder he may have picked up."

He remembered from his dream, or half awake state, he still wasn't sure what it was, that Squee could have, he should have grown up differently than what happened there. If only someone was there for him.

"Geez. This old man is crazier than I am", Nny said as he ascended the half fluid wall, only a few steps from the top. He put his hand on the hard wooden floor, feeling all of its familiar crevices from all those times he had hid under Squee's bed when someone came into the room. But he also felt a slimy, slippery liquid goo. "Is that drool?"

No answer.

"Helloooooo? Are you there?"

Still no answer. Just insane cackling. Nny tried to heave himself over the wall and onto the floor, but his boot was stuck in something.

"Could you give me a hand? I'm kind of stuck here."

As irony would have it, a hand is precisely what he got. A bloody hand covered in spots and wrinkles with metal for bones slid its way along the drool covered floor and to the edge of the tunnel, then fell over the edge, pieces of metal where a skeleton should have been shining in the moonlight until it fell down where there wasn't any light besides the fire below that consumed it as it hit the bottom.

"Get off me! Get off me!", the old man screamed, falling to the ground with a resounding thud.

"Leave Todd alone!", an unknown, high pitched voice yelled.

"Eww..old person blood."

Nny saw a little girl standing over the old man with an extremely grossed out look on her face as he lunged over the edge, presumably to get away from her. He fell down, knocking Nny and making his hands lose their already slippery grip on the floor. The old man fell down, screaming in the way that sounds like it's just a 20 year old doing a bad voice impersonation of an old man. Then came a more authentic scream. You know. Like those ones where someone's possessing you and finally decides to take their mental garbage elsewhere. Except for some reason they have to make it really painful. What was I talking about again? Does this even have anything to do with the story? I don't know. That's the amusing part.

"Where was I again? Oh no. This can't be good." He's been falling for an unusually long time. Want to know what happens when and android thingy goes splat?

*SPLAT* *burns*

Same thing that happens when anything else falls down into the center of the earth and burns up from the incredibly high temperature, then goes even deeper back to the hell from which it came. If that makes any sense whatsoever.

Nny was still hanging on the wall, upside down since his lodged shoe was the only thing that kept him from going splat like the old guy. This wasn't at all what he had planned. He thought that he would be able to just go back down without that whole splat and burn thing.

"But wait," he thought. "How could that girl not go through him and how could he go splat unless."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'M ALIVE AGAIN!!!!!!!", he shouted out loud.

"Eep! Who's that now?!", squealed an immature voice that Nny remembered all too well. "Squee? Is that you?"

"Yes. Where are you?"

"Hanging by my foot above a big, firey pit of doom. I wouldn't mind falling in again if it didn't mean risking meeting that creepy old cannibal again. Do you have a chain or monkeys or dirty socks or something I could grab onto?"

He felt his feet being unhooked from the wall and lifted so he was left standing on the ground beside the hole.

"Hello. I never thought Satanic powers would be useful for anything but burning people's faces off with fiery acid, but then again I've been wrong about other things. Like the number of pup music fans I could possibly hypnotize with subliminal messages. Hehe.. your shirt isn't tiny enough.that was fun." Pepito chuckled evilly, reacalling a time when his least favorite pop star came to town.

*Flashback Panel*

Pepito sits in the sound booth in the back of an extremely large arena, playing a tpae under the high pitched squealing from the stage and laughing maniacally while dancing on the back of the sound techie. The techie is barely conscious on the floor and his ears are oozing blood. He's mumbling something about "Oww..my solar plexus.."

*No techies were harmed during the making of this flashback panel. End Flashback Panel*

"Don't I remember you?"

"Yes, I remember seeing you a few months ago. Really I never expected you to be alive again right now. If it were anyone else that escaped father would have incinerated them before they got even this far. But it's not like he really has a lot of control over these things."

"Then what about the weird cannibal guy?"

"He never told you? He was a waste lock like yourself. There have been a lot of those dying lately for some reason. But no matter. They can always be returned or replaced by family members. But it can be so annoying having to explain all those strange incidences to them in the afterlife."

"But is there any way I can get back down without having to shoot myself in the head or drown again? That's not exactly a pleasant experience."

"You could have about ten seconds ago. The hole behind you just closed up if you haven't noticed."

"Crap."