The Number of the Moose
Disclaimer: I own only my idea and my words. Jhonen Vasquez owns Squee and Johnny. If you don't know this, then I don't know what you're doing reading this fic.
3. "No...really. It was just a French-fry." (Johnny's pov)
"I need a Brain Freezy. Wanna come?" I asked trying to change the subject. I actually didn't want a Brain Freezy, which was quite surprising. I just needed some air. I said too much about the sickness. The voices... Everything.
"No...I think I'll just try and sleep. I haven't slept in a while and I'm kinda tired."
Thank god. "Okay. I wont be too long." I grabbed my coat on my way out just to be sure I had enough knives. I think I only had one on me. Which is never enough.
It was such a nice night. Cool, but still warm enough to let you know summer was still there. And of course those horrid people that don't deserve to walk this earth plagued it, ruining my alone time. Without fail I was noticed. I always was.
"Hey fag do you got a smoke?!" One of them called. I tried by best to ignore it. I know Squee doesn't much like me killing people, and getting home covered in blood would be a dead giveaway. Haha. DEAD giveaway! Heh heh......
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I was hit by something.
"A French-fry." I stated calmly walking over to the group of annoying little bastards. "Who threw the French-fry?"
"I did." One of them smirked.
I slowly pulled out a knife and held it to his throat. "What gives you the right to hit me with a FUCKING FRENCH-FRY?!?" I hissed getting louder with each word.
"What's with the knife? Chill out! It was just a French-fry!"
"FUCK YOU!! It was more than a French-fry!"
"No...really. It was just a French-fry." An overly skinny blonde stated.
"No one asked you." I snapped as I shoved a knife into her face. "And it wasn't just the French-fry. You called me a fag." I turned back to the fry thrower. "You asshole! How can you just call me something if you have no idea who I am? You don't know me!! You can't possibly judge me or tell me what I am!!! And on top of it, you asked me for a smoke!!" I pressed the blade against his throat and a tiny bit of blood beaded around it. "Do you KNOW how disgusting that is?!"
*Johnny don't kill him. It's bad to kill people.*
"FUCK YOU MEAT!!!!" I screamed.
"Wha....what are y...you t...t...talking about?"
"None of your business." I growled, and then slit his throat. "Let this be a lesson to you all." I said as I looked around the table. "You don't want to meet the same horrible fate as those two, do you?"
Most of them shook their heads. The rest were too scared to move.
"Good. Remember this the next time you choose a person to pick at." I smiled insanely at them and walked away. I was feeling a little better.
*That wasn't very nice Johnny.*
"I didn't kill all of them. I think that was nice."
*You killed two of them though.*
"Your point would be?" I snorted.
*It was BAD!*
"Not if you ask me. Now will you just leave me alone? I need a Brain Freezy."
*I thought you didn't want one.*
"I didn't. But now I do. Got a problem with that?"
*Of course not. But while you're getting that disgusting frozen thing, why don't you get some food for Todd. You don't have anything to eat in your house.*
"Oh...right. That's a good idea. Now go away." I shoved my hands in my pocket and walked the rest of the way to the 24/7 staring at the sidewalk in front of me. What if they did get Squee? What if he ends up like me? I don't want him to be like that... He's so nice. He doesn't deserve to end up like this.
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That was kinda short....grr. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. But at least I like it more than my last chapter!! I think I wrote Nny pretty well.... I dunno. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own only my idea and my words. Jhonen Vasquez owns Squee and Johnny. If you don't know this, then I don't know what you're doing reading this fic.
3. "No...really. It was just a French-fry." (Johnny's pov)
"I need a Brain Freezy. Wanna come?" I asked trying to change the subject. I actually didn't want a Brain Freezy, which was quite surprising. I just needed some air. I said too much about the sickness. The voices... Everything.
"No...I think I'll just try and sleep. I haven't slept in a while and I'm kinda tired."
Thank god. "Okay. I wont be too long." I grabbed my coat on my way out just to be sure I had enough knives. I think I only had one on me. Which is never enough.
It was such a nice night. Cool, but still warm enough to let you know summer was still there. And of course those horrid people that don't deserve to walk this earth plagued it, ruining my alone time. Without fail I was noticed. I always was.
"Hey fag do you got a smoke?!" One of them called. I tried by best to ignore it. I know Squee doesn't much like me killing people, and getting home covered in blood would be a dead giveaway. Haha. DEAD giveaway! Heh heh......
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I was hit by something.
"A French-fry." I stated calmly walking over to the group of annoying little bastards. "Who threw the French-fry?"
"I did." One of them smirked.
I slowly pulled out a knife and held it to his throat. "What gives you the right to hit me with a FUCKING FRENCH-FRY?!?" I hissed getting louder with each word.
"What's with the knife? Chill out! It was just a French-fry!"
"FUCK YOU!! It was more than a French-fry!"
"No...really. It was just a French-fry." An overly skinny blonde stated.
"No one asked you." I snapped as I shoved a knife into her face. "And it wasn't just the French-fry. You called me a fag." I turned back to the fry thrower. "You asshole! How can you just call me something if you have no idea who I am? You don't know me!! You can't possibly judge me or tell me what I am!!! And on top of it, you asked me for a smoke!!" I pressed the blade against his throat and a tiny bit of blood beaded around it. "Do you KNOW how disgusting that is?!"
*Johnny don't kill him. It's bad to kill people.*
"FUCK YOU MEAT!!!!" I screamed.
"Wha....what are y...you t...t...talking about?"
"None of your business." I growled, and then slit his throat. "Let this be a lesson to you all." I said as I looked around the table. "You don't want to meet the same horrible fate as those two, do you?"
Most of them shook their heads. The rest were too scared to move.
"Good. Remember this the next time you choose a person to pick at." I smiled insanely at them and walked away. I was feeling a little better.
*That wasn't very nice Johnny.*
"I didn't kill all of them. I think that was nice."
*You killed two of them though.*
"Your point would be?" I snorted.
*It was BAD!*
"Not if you ask me. Now will you just leave me alone? I need a Brain Freezy."
*I thought you didn't want one.*
"I didn't. But now I do. Got a problem with that?"
*Of course not. But while you're getting that disgusting frozen thing, why don't you get some food for Todd. You don't have anything to eat in your house.*
"Oh...right. That's a good idea. Now go away." I shoved my hands in my pocket and walked the rest of the way to the 24/7 staring at the sidewalk in front of me. What if they did get Squee? What if he ends up like me? I don't want him to be like that... He's so nice. He doesn't deserve to end up like this.
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That was kinda short....grr. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. But at least I like it more than my last chapter!! I think I wrote Nny pretty well.... I dunno. Tell me what you think.