Disclaimer: I own nothing but the thoughts in my head. All flames will be
smothered with laughter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is NOT!!"
"I wish you were alive so I could dismember you. You irritate me so very much."
Johnny C. and his 'mind companion', Revered Meat, were having another pointless argument over whether or not a certain blood stain on a certain wall in a certain room resembled a certain person or not. The latter quipped up at the formers' last statement:
"Johnny, you know what?"
Johnny held up a hand with a hammer in it, threateningly, (A.N: Where'd that come from?) shutting the inanimate object up for the moment, for he knew what the thing was going to say already.
"I need cherry doom."
He then grabbed his bag-o-goodies (A.N: Hehe!) and stormed out of his rundown shack. *I wonder if Squee wants to come.* Nny didn't think over it long, and turned on his heal towards the little kid's house, only to find a young woman peering into the boy's window. (A.N: She was looking into the living room window, not his bedroom, which is on the second floor.)
Nny's immediate thought was that this woman was a burglar or something, then quickly washed that idea away. No thief in their right mind would come to this neighborhood. But, she was suspicious-looking anyways, and could potentially hurt Squee. Johnny would not tolerate that. So he silently reached into his backpack and pulled out a small dagger with a comfy grip, and sneaked up behind the woman who was still looking in the window.
He grinned evilly, raising the dagger above his head, ready to drive it deep into her spine, but she had obviously seen his reflection in the glass, and so had sent her elbow slamming into Johnny's cheek before he could react. The maniac's head snapped to the side, with his body not far behind it, and the dagger sailed through the air, landing a few feet from where Johnny had landed. He grinned humorlessly up at the woman, who was looking back down at him with an expression Nny related to one of a child who had just done something bad and got caught.
"You know, hardly any of my other victims ever fight back."
He stood up slowly, reaching for the knife without taking his eyes off the defenseless woman.
"I don't want to fight you. I just wanted to-"
The woman stopped when a light from the living room came on. She ignored the killer in front of her and ducked down, sprinting to the other side of the house and far, far away (A.N: It's not really that far. I think.). Johnny was going to chase after her, but the tiny, trauma-prone boy had appeared in the window, clutching his stuffed bear to his chest. Johnny looked up at him, all irritation and insanity wiped from his face and replaced with a genuine smile. He gestured for Squee to open his window, which the boy complied to.
"Hey there, Squeegee! Wanna go get a brainfreezie?"
Even though it was almost midnight, Squee smiled shyly and nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is NOT!!"
"I wish you were alive so I could dismember you. You irritate me so very much."
Johnny C. and his 'mind companion', Revered Meat, were having another pointless argument over whether or not a certain blood stain on a certain wall in a certain room resembled a certain person or not. The latter quipped up at the formers' last statement:
"Johnny, you know what?"
Johnny held up a hand with a hammer in it, threateningly, (A.N: Where'd that come from?) shutting the inanimate object up for the moment, for he knew what the thing was going to say already.
"I need cherry doom."
He then grabbed his bag-o-goodies (A.N: Hehe!) and stormed out of his rundown shack. *I wonder if Squee wants to come.* Nny didn't think over it long, and turned on his heal towards the little kid's house, only to find a young woman peering into the boy's window. (A.N: She was looking into the living room window, not his bedroom, which is on the second floor.)
Nny's immediate thought was that this woman was a burglar or something, then quickly washed that idea away. No thief in their right mind would come to this neighborhood. But, she was suspicious-looking anyways, and could potentially hurt Squee. Johnny would not tolerate that. So he silently reached into his backpack and pulled out a small dagger with a comfy grip, and sneaked up behind the woman who was still looking in the window.
He grinned evilly, raising the dagger above his head, ready to drive it deep into her spine, but she had obviously seen his reflection in the glass, and so had sent her elbow slamming into Johnny's cheek before he could react. The maniac's head snapped to the side, with his body not far behind it, and the dagger sailed through the air, landing a few feet from where Johnny had landed. He grinned humorlessly up at the woman, who was looking back down at him with an expression Nny related to one of a child who had just done something bad and got caught.
"You know, hardly any of my other victims ever fight back."
He stood up slowly, reaching for the knife without taking his eyes off the defenseless woman.
"I don't want to fight you. I just wanted to-"
The woman stopped when a light from the living room came on. She ignored the killer in front of her and ducked down, sprinting to the other side of the house and far, far away (A.N: It's not really that far. I think.). Johnny was going to chase after her, but the tiny, trauma-prone boy had appeared in the window, clutching his stuffed bear to his chest. Johnny looked up at him, all irritation and insanity wiped from his face and replaced with a genuine smile. He gestured for Squee to open his window, which the boy complied to.
"Hey there, Squeegee! Wanna go get a brainfreezie?"
Even though it was almost midnight, Squee smiled shyly and nodded.