The Number of the Moose
Ooooh! I wanna thank all of you lovely people who have reviewed my fic thus far! *Hugs you all* I would give you all Brain Freezies if I possibly could, but it's a little hard to do so since most of you are probably far away.... But I still thank you! Hehehe! And because I love you all, this chapter is longer. Oooooo, fun. (I'm hyper as I write this. Can you tell??)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't think I even own my words anymore. Johnny does. And um....lets just say Jhonen would KILL me if he knew what I was doing to his wonderful creations.
4. Fuck
Johnny smiled to himself as he walked down the street. He had his Brain Freezy and some food. Mostly skettioes and other such things, but it was still food so Todd could eat.
"I wonder if I can protect Squeegee from the voices..." Johnny asked himself. Or his brain Freezy. Not too sure on that one.
*Probably not.*
Johnny stopped dead in his tracks and dropped the bag of food, sending cans rolling everywhere. "...Mr.....Fuck?"
*Why....you do remember me!* Eff laughed.
Johnny looked around for the little doughboy. "But...you're gone. The Moose.....didn't it kill you?" He bit his lip nervously.
*Not quite. And stop looking. You won't find me.*
"Oh. Why's that? It's not that hard to find a styrofoam doughboy."
*Because Johnny, I'm a real boy now." Eff said much like 'Pinocchio'.
"What are you talking about?" Johnny asked, as he began to pick up the scattered cans.
A man just a few inches shorter than Johnny stepped onto the sidewalk from an ally. His fire red hair fell around his face in shoulder length messy spikes. Black eyes were barely visible behind the shorter bangs covering them. He wore all black, which looked quite comical on him because of his paper white skin.
"Holy shit. Mr. Eff?"
The man nodded.
"But....how?"
"Master said I could come back as a human. He said it was more punishment than anything... I'm beginning to think he was right."
"Punishment?" Johnny asked. "Oh! Wait, I get it. You were trying to keep me alive and feeding that wall, and that's not what he wanted. So you were working against him. Therefore he punished you!"
Eff blinked in surprise at Johnny's somewhat sane and intelligent answer. "Yes."
"What, you didn't think I know? I always knew! ...Well not always... but I knew!" Johnny grabbed the last can of food and shoved it into the bag, then began to walk again.
"Johnny... I know you never really liked me or D-boy, but I have no place to go..."
"Fuck off."
"Please Johnny? I'm the one that didn't try to get you to kill yourself all the fucking time! I tried to help you!" Eff pleaded.
Johnny turned to look at the 'new and improved' Eff. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." He turned and continued walking.
- - At Nny's....'house'...if you can call it that - -
Johnny sat on the end of the couch and stared sown at the sleeping form of Todd. "Be quiet so you don't wake him." He whispered to Eff.
"Of course." Eff replied sarcastically.
Johnny shot a look at Eff, and then returned his eyes to Todd. 'I wonder what he's dreaming about........ He looks so peaceful.'
*You love him don't you?*
Johnny snapped his head up to stare at Eff again. "What?" He asked quietly, but the venom in his voice was obvious.
*Ooooh. You do.* Eff said teasingly.
"I do not."
*Yes you do. I know you Johnny. I know what you think, how you feel, what you want.*
Johnny glared at Eff, disgusted. "You sound like Meat now." He growled.
*Oh please Johnny! Don't compare me to him. By the way, where is he?*
"It doesn't matter. He's quiet so I'm not complaining. Now get out of my head." Johnny gave Eff the evil eye. "And stay out."
"You're just being mean because you know I know." Eff snickered.
"You don't know anything! I DON'T EVEN KNOW!!!! ALRIGHT?!?" Johnny yelled, losing his temper. "Oh fook." He looked down at Todd who just twitched a little, but was still sleeping.
"Kid can sleep." Eff stated, amused.
Johnny nodded in agreement. "Um...will you take that bag into the kitchen and put the stuff away?"
Eff raised an eyebrow at Johnny. "Give me one good reason why I should."
"I'll give you two." Johnny drew a deep breath. "One; I am letting you back into my house." His eye twitched slightly. "And two; if you don't, I will kill you slowly and painfully. Much worse being human and having your head ripped off, than being Styrofoam and having it happen. Now do it." Johnny growled.
Eff laughed nervously, believing that Johnny would kill him over something so trivial as a bag full of groceries. "Good reasons enough." He grabbed the bag and quickly headed into the kitchen.
Johnny hesitantly pulled the left of his long black gloves off. He reached forward, then pulled his hand back, repeated this a few times, then finally brushed the hair from Todd's sleeping eyes, which just fell back in front of them as soon as he pulled away.
Johnny watched his hand as he drew it back to his chest and then looked back down at Todd. He looked back at his hand and watched it as he moved it slowly closer to Todd's face once again. This time Johnny's fingers grazed Todd's cheek, causing him to flinch slightly, as he pushed the hair behind his ear so it would stay. "He.......looks like...what I would imagine an angel *should* look like..." Johnny muttered as he closely observed a scar on Todd's cheek. "Must've happened in the asylum. I don't remember him having a scar there..." He slowly placed his thumb on the scar. "Looks like it had to hurt."
Johnny sighed deeply. "Maybe.... I do...." He shook his head violently and snapped his hand back to his chest. "No.... what the hell am I talking about?" He hissed at himself. "It's Squee for fucks sake." He pulled his glove back on and buried his face in his hands. "Fuck. What if I DO? Shit. I wouldn't even know if I did..." He groaned.
"Um....Johnny, can you come here?" Eff yelled.
Johnny got up and stalked into the kitchen. "Don't yell you fool. Squee is still asleep!" He snapped. "Now what do you want?"
"You really need to clean your kitchen if you want me to put any of this shit away."
"Oh..... Yeah. I guess I do...." Johnny said, observing the blood splattered everywhere. Even inside his cupboards. "Well lets get started then."
- - Back in the living room... - -
Todd opened his eyes as soon as he heard Johnny and Eff moving things in the kitchen, and sat up. He brought his hand to the scar on his cheek where Johnny had touched it and stared blankly at the floor.
He had been half-awake the entire time.
~*~
Wheeeeeeee! I had fun with that one! I am so evil, yes? Eh...sorry it took forever to get posted. I had it pretty much finished for a while, but I never got around to actually typing it up.... I have no clue how long its gonna be till the next chapter because I have to write a story for English class and that's gonna take up all of my thinking skills. Lol. Well.....review please!!! Or um.....Johnny will be angry. Cause ya see, he likes reviews too. Yeah. And he's scary when he's angry.
Ooooh! I wanna thank all of you lovely people who have reviewed my fic thus far! *Hugs you all* I would give you all Brain Freezies if I possibly could, but it's a little hard to do so since most of you are probably far away.... But I still thank you! Hehehe! And because I love you all, this chapter is longer. Oooooo, fun. (I'm hyper as I write this. Can you tell??)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't think I even own my words anymore. Johnny does. And um....lets just say Jhonen would KILL me if he knew what I was doing to his wonderful creations.
4. Fuck
Johnny smiled to himself as he walked down the street. He had his Brain Freezy and some food. Mostly skettioes and other such things, but it was still food so Todd could eat.
"I wonder if I can protect Squeegee from the voices..." Johnny asked himself. Or his brain Freezy. Not too sure on that one.
*Probably not.*
Johnny stopped dead in his tracks and dropped the bag of food, sending cans rolling everywhere. "...Mr.....Fuck?"
*Why....you do remember me!* Eff laughed.
Johnny looked around for the little doughboy. "But...you're gone. The Moose.....didn't it kill you?" He bit his lip nervously.
*Not quite. And stop looking. You won't find me.*
"Oh. Why's that? It's not that hard to find a styrofoam doughboy."
*Because Johnny, I'm a real boy now." Eff said much like 'Pinocchio'.
"What are you talking about?" Johnny asked, as he began to pick up the scattered cans.
A man just a few inches shorter than Johnny stepped onto the sidewalk from an ally. His fire red hair fell around his face in shoulder length messy spikes. Black eyes were barely visible behind the shorter bangs covering them. He wore all black, which looked quite comical on him because of his paper white skin.
"Holy shit. Mr. Eff?"
The man nodded.
"But....how?"
"Master said I could come back as a human. He said it was more punishment than anything... I'm beginning to think he was right."
"Punishment?" Johnny asked. "Oh! Wait, I get it. You were trying to keep me alive and feeding that wall, and that's not what he wanted. So you were working against him. Therefore he punished you!"
Eff blinked in surprise at Johnny's somewhat sane and intelligent answer. "Yes."
"What, you didn't think I know? I always knew! ...Well not always... but I knew!" Johnny grabbed the last can of food and shoved it into the bag, then began to walk again.
"Johnny... I know you never really liked me or D-boy, but I have no place to go..."
"Fuck off."
"Please Johnny? I'm the one that didn't try to get you to kill yourself all the fucking time! I tried to help you!" Eff pleaded.
Johnny turned to look at the 'new and improved' Eff. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." He turned and continued walking.
- - At Nny's....'house'...if you can call it that - -
Johnny sat on the end of the couch and stared sown at the sleeping form of Todd. "Be quiet so you don't wake him." He whispered to Eff.
"Of course." Eff replied sarcastically.
Johnny shot a look at Eff, and then returned his eyes to Todd. 'I wonder what he's dreaming about........ He looks so peaceful.'
*You love him don't you?*
Johnny snapped his head up to stare at Eff again. "What?" He asked quietly, but the venom in his voice was obvious.
*Ooooh. You do.* Eff said teasingly.
"I do not."
*Yes you do. I know you Johnny. I know what you think, how you feel, what you want.*
Johnny glared at Eff, disgusted. "You sound like Meat now." He growled.
*Oh please Johnny! Don't compare me to him. By the way, where is he?*
"It doesn't matter. He's quiet so I'm not complaining. Now get out of my head." Johnny gave Eff the evil eye. "And stay out."
"You're just being mean because you know I know." Eff snickered.
"You don't know anything! I DON'T EVEN KNOW!!!! ALRIGHT?!?" Johnny yelled, losing his temper. "Oh fook." He looked down at Todd who just twitched a little, but was still sleeping.
"Kid can sleep." Eff stated, amused.
Johnny nodded in agreement. "Um...will you take that bag into the kitchen and put the stuff away?"
Eff raised an eyebrow at Johnny. "Give me one good reason why I should."
"I'll give you two." Johnny drew a deep breath. "One; I am letting you back into my house." His eye twitched slightly. "And two; if you don't, I will kill you slowly and painfully. Much worse being human and having your head ripped off, than being Styrofoam and having it happen. Now do it." Johnny growled.
Eff laughed nervously, believing that Johnny would kill him over something so trivial as a bag full of groceries. "Good reasons enough." He grabbed the bag and quickly headed into the kitchen.
Johnny hesitantly pulled the left of his long black gloves off. He reached forward, then pulled his hand back, repeated this a few times, then finally brushed the hair from Todd's sleeping eyes, which just fell back in front of them as soon as he pulled away.
Johnny watched his hand as he drew it back to his chest and then looked back down at Todd. He looked back at his hand and watched it as he moved it slowly closer to Todd's face once again. This time Johnny's fingers grazed Todd's cheek, causing him to flinch slightly, as he pushed the hair behind his ear so it would stay. "He.......looks like...what I would imagine an angel *should* look like..." Johnny muttered as he closely observed a scar on Todd's cheek. "Must've happened in the asylum. I don't remember him having a scar there..." He slowly placed his thumb on the scar. "Looks like it had to hurt."
Johnny sighed deeply. "Maybe.... I do...." He shook his head violently and snapped his hand back to his chest. "No.... what the hell am I talking about?" He hissed at himself. "It's Squee for fucks sake." He pulled his glove back on and buried his face in his hands. "Fuck. What if I DO? Shit. I wouldn't even know if I did..." He groaned.
"Um....Johnny, can you come here?" Eff yelled.
Johnny got up and stalked into the kitchen. "Don't yell you fool. Squee is still asleep!" He snapped. "Now what do you want?"
"You really need to clean your kitchen if you want me to put any of this shit away."
"Oh..... Yeah. I guess I do...." Johnny said, observing the blood splattered everywhere. Even inside his cupboards. "Well lets get started then."
- - Back in the living room... - -
Todd opened his eyes as soon as he heard Johnny and Eff moving things in the kitchen, and sat up. He brought his hand to the scar on his cheek where Johnny had touched it and stared blankly at the floor.
He had been half-awake the entire time.
~*~
Wheeeeeeee! I had fun with that one! I am so evil, yes? Eh...sorry it took forever to get posted. I had it pretty much finished for a while, but I never got around to actually typing it up.... I have no clue how long its gonna be till the next chapter because I have to write a story for English class and that's gonna take up all of my thinking skills. Lol. Well.....review please!!! Or um.....Johnny will be angry. Cause ya see, he likes reviews too. Yeah. And he's scary when he's angry.