Wow. I update. Unexpected.

--silec

Johnny took a step backward, one foot out the doorway. "Who are you?" he asked, still trying to see whatever it was that he was asking. A faint, moving shape, low to the ground, was all he could see of it. As it made its way toward him, a piercing screech sent Johnny to his knees, his hands pressed hard against his head.

Another shape, deeper into the black room, was coming. It was slightly bigger, although still much shorter than Johnny. It joined the other creature, and the two advanced upon him. They came closer, the agonizing noise still ringing in the air, and he got a better look at them.

The bigger one, the one that was causing that awful sound, had no legs. It moved by digging its hands into the rotted floorboards, and then pulling the rest of its body forward. His skin was smooth and milk white. It looked completely unnatural. Like plastic.

Like styrofoam.

"You don't remember us, Johnny?" it asked, faking sadness. Black spiral eyes marred with scrapes and deep gouges grinned at him. "How could you forget us?"

Johnny looked back and found a heavy wooden door blocking his path. There hadn't been one there. It was broken, it had fallen down, and yet here it was, impeding his escape. "Fuck..." he muttered.

"No, not him. I'm sorry to say that he was unable to make it, seeing as how he was permanently incapacitated. While we're on the subject..." The injured doughboy propped his crumbling torso into a sitting position. He appeared to be thinking very hard. "I think you may know something about that, my boy."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You're not real. You never were," Nny spat. He tried the knob. It was locked. The smaller creature, an unidentifiable thing with sharp, spiderlike legs crept into view beside Psychodoughboy.

"While that may be true, the fact is that I exist. I have a purpose, or at least, I used to, as did my friend here, until you had to go on that mission of yours and fuck everything up." He motioned to his friend, whose empty eyesockets looked up at Johnny with curiosity. It nodded in affirmation to Psychodoughboy.

Johnny laughed. "But you're not real. You can't hurt me." The small one tilted its head to the side, and then shook it solemnly. The doughboy clasped his hands together. "We're dying, Johnny. This whole house and everything in it, as you have probably already noticed. And, by your standards, I suppose we aren't real."

He was suddenly aware of other presences in the room, of a presence inside himself that had been silent for some time. He felt an onslaught of intense nausea, like someone had just force-fed him fifty pounds of sauerkraut and then punched him in the stomach. "Not now...please, not now..."

"We're very tired, Sickness and I. We're also very sad to have said goodbye to so many of our friends." He adjusted his chef's hat. The other one, 'Sickness,' shrieked with glee from a nonexistent mouth. "But that doesn't mean we can't hurt you."

He couldn't stop himself. He dropped to all fours and vomited more violently than any had ever before. The contents of his stomach alone weren't enough to fuel such a thing, it seemed that the bowels of every person on the planet had been shot through Johnny's esophagus onto his living room floor. Psychodoughboy and Sickness halted in disgust.

It was over after several seconds. Johnny coughed, expeling the last of it, and crouched against the wall. At the center of the horrific display that now covered the room, there was a third creature. Huddled with its knees drawn to its chest, it looked at Johnny's Voices, and then at its surroundings. It stood up. It was about five feet tall, and human in appearance. It inspected its body, flexing unfamiliar fingers and poking random limbs. Then it turned and faced Johnny.

Eyes like Devi. Arms and legs and skin and hair, all Devi. But not the face. Its face was dead and decomposed, showing no emotion. The flesh was nearly gone, exposing the bone underneath. She stared at Johnny, a cold look into his eyes sending a sword through his throat. She knelt down and picked up the two little creatures at her feet. They struggled in vain while she picked them apart and threw the discarded pieces to the ground. When there was no trace of them left, she held out a hand to Johnny and beckoned him closer.

The door was kicked open. Johnny was blinded by the sudden appearance of light. There were police cars parked in his front lawn. A man grabbed him by the arm and jerked him to his feet. Nny was too weak to resist. "We got a report of a noise disturbance from one of your neighbors, kid! Says you been holding some kind of crazy party!" The not-Devi was confused. She still held her hand out to Johnny, but her eyes darted from different objects rapidly.

"Well, let me tell you something. We don't tolerate any crazy parties in this city. So we're going to send you to the insane asylum until you can learn to respect that." As Johnny was dragged from the building and handcuffed, the policeman tipped his hat to the not-Devi, who was still very confused. "Sorry to bother you, miss." He left, and closed the door behind him.

"No, wait!" she cried out. She ran to the door and turned the knob. They'd locked it. She looked for a window, another way out. There was none.

The stranger sat down, picked up a small piece of Psychodoughboy, and shredded it. "What the fuck?"

the end

I've got a sequel in the works, so expect more stuff outta me soon. It's been fun, and very strange. Thanks for reading. I apologize for any actual vomiting this lame-ass chapter may cause.

---silec