The Number of the Moose
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING people. I think you already all know this, but I don't want anyone to sue me. Not that I have any money. I'm only 15.... I have no life besides writing this nonsense that the almighty being known as Jhonen would kill me for.
Note: I did that story for English...it was only supposed to be 2-5 pages. Mine was thirteen. Haha. I think I'm going to post it on fanfictionpress if anyone is interested in reading it. Okay. About this ficcy now. Progress will probably be even slower now, though I have some stuff already typed up, so maybe not. GRR! I don't know how much I'll actually be getting done now. I really hurt my hand and thus I can't write. Most of my creativeness comes from being bored in skool, and not being able to write means no more ficcy being written! No fair, isn't it? But I'm hoping I will heal fast so I can write lots more for all of you whom I love for sticking with me and leaving reviews that have power to make me smile. It's really hard typing with one hand. You never realize how much you use both until you can't use one. Another thing.... Never punch your wall, no matter how evil the wall was.
This fic is getting weird, don't you agree? O.o I never thought I was so fucked up. But here! A real chapter for all of you who care enough to read.
6. The Search Begins
"SQUEE!!" Johnny yelled kicking another of the many doors open in his endless basement. "Fuck. SQUEE WHERE ARE YOU!?!" He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. He couldn't remember yelling this much for anything in his entire life.
*He's not here.*
Johnny groaned. "What the fuck do you want?" He asked glaring at Reverend Meat.
*I wanted to tell you that the boy isn't here.* Meat said. It was obvious he knew something. The smile on his voice was impossible to miss.
"Then where is he?" Johnny growled. He snatched the little burger boy from the desk he was sitting on and shook him. "TELL ME!!"
*I don't know.* Meat replied childishly.
Johnny's eye twitched. "Fuck you." He hissed as he threw the burger boy against the wall as hard as he could in another failed attempt to destroy the bastard. Not even a scratch.
*YOU WONT FIND HIM!!!!* Meat cackled as Johnny ran up the stairs.
"I didn't think....I was this.....far down." Johnny panted. He stopped at a landing to take a rest. It seemed so much further going up, than coming down.
*Nny...* A voice floated from the room next to him.
"...Who are you?"
*Doesn't matter. Come in here Johnny. There's something you need. Something you need to find that adorable little boy of yours.*
Johnny began to pull at the doorknob. "Squee!"
*He's not in here...* The voice said, *but something you need is. Stop trying so hard. Just open it.*
Johnny growled. The door wouldn't open. He kicked it as hard as he could and it barley moved, but it did open.
*Good job. Well I'll be seeing you soon Nny. Have fun.* The voice said, extremely pleased.
"What? What are you tal- Holy fuck. My drawing room." Johnny's eyes widened as light streamed into the old room. It hadn't been opened in forever. The last painting he made was still on the easel. He searched the wall for a light switch and flicked it on. Dim yellowy light filled the dusty room.
"It's been so long..." Johnny walked over to the painting and wiped some of the dust off of it. He smiled at the sight before him. "It's so good. Where did all that talent go?" He asked himself.
*Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to.* Meat said.
"Didn't I leave you down about ten levels?"
*Yes. But that means nothing.*
"Oh. Well fuck. Can you at least be quiet while I look around?" Johnny ran his fingertips over his paintbrushes, which were still full of the dark blue paint he last used on the painting.
*Sure, why not? This could be amusing.* Meat snickered.
A small black book caught Johnny's eye. One of his old Die-ary's. He gulped and picked up the book, afraid of what he might find. Did he really want to know about his past?
He sighed and ran a hand through his blue-black hair. "I need to do this. Maybe it will help." He opened the book to the last entry and his eyes widened in horror and remembrance as he read.
{-Dear Die-ary,
I haven't written in too long. So much has happened.
It's so cold in here tonight. Everything is cold tonight, though I suppose that doesn't matter, does it? Not even the fact that it was my birthday matters. Elizabeth invited me over to her house for dinner. Of course I went. She's been such an angel to me. She's been my entire world since my father killed mother and himself last week. I hate him for that. Though I hated him for many other reasons as well. That just added to the list. I've been in this hellhole of a house for a week now. I've been hearing things. I'm not sure if it's the neighbors or if I'm going crazy and hearing voices. Back to Elizabeth. She gave me the neatest little burger boy thing. I named him Reverend Meat since he's holding up a giant burger. He's so cool.
Why am I so calm about this?
But she and I... well we did things that I NEVER intend to do ever again. Yes, it was nice at the time. But afterwards I felt like everything was going to be lost. So I killed her. I'm not sure if it was myself or one of the possible voices that told me to do it. I just heard someone telling me to 'immortalize the moment'. To keep everything happy. To keep her forever. So I did. I killed her and as I write this I'm not upset in the least bit that I'm soaked in her blood.
Do you think that maybe something is seriously wrong with me?-}
Johnny dropped the book and tears welled up in his eyes as some of his lost memories returned to him.
- - Upstairs - -
*Johnny...? Please help...*
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!? I've been listening to you for the past hour!! Just shut UP!" Eff yelled annoyed at the noise one of the voices in Johnny's house was making.
*You can hear me?! Why didn't you say something before? No! That doesn't matter. I need someone's help. Can you help me?*
Eff sighed deeply. "What do you want?"
*Well the rest of me would be nice, but I would like to get back to Todd.*
"Todd...you know Todd?"
*Yes! Of course I do! I'm Shmee, his teddy bear slash trauma sponge. And though he can't hear me anymore I still keep most of those bad things away from him. I need to help him.* Shmee said desperately.
"Right. So where are you?" Eff asked, looking around for the bear.
*I'm outside the window...all I am is a little bit of stuffing. The rest of me is in the asylum.*
Eff swung the door open and turned to see the small ball of fluff on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it quizzically. "I'm assuming you want me to go to this asylum you speak of to get the rest of you, yes?"
*If you don't mind.* Shmee said thankfully.
"All right. You know how to get there?" Eff asked unaware of the neighbors staring at him strangely. Just imagine it. An extremely pale man, dressed in all black, with fire red hair standing outside talking to a piece of stuffing. A little odd, don't you agree?
*Yes.*
"Then lets go."
- - - -
"So you've finally woken up. Good." A deeply British accented voice cut through the darkness of the room.
"Huh? Where am I? Who are you?" Todd asked, straining to sit up. "Why can't I move?!" His eyes widened in fear when he found that the only part of his body that would move was his head.
The blinds flickered open letting the bright early morning sunlight pour in. "You, Todd, are in my house. And you can't move because... well take a look for yourself." The voice said amusedly.
Todd looked up at his hands, which were bound together with a leather strap and chained to the headboard. Then he looked down at his feet, which were spread out, each chained to the posts on the bed.
"What's goin going on? And how do you know who I am?" Todd asked, his eyes filled with tears of terror.
"You are cute." The voice said, getting closer to Todd, completely ignoring his questions.
Todd drew in a shaky breath. "Where are you?" He asked despite the fact that he was afraid to know.
"Right here." A tall shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere next to Todd and he let out a yelp of surprise. The only visible part of her was glowing red eyes.
"Aww. Did I scare you little Todd? I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you." She said sweetly. "Just fuck you up. A lot." She growled, her red eyes narrowing dangerously at the terrified teen bound before her.
"What? What did I do to you? I don't even know you..."
"Well YOU did nothing, but Johnny..." She squeezed her eyes closed. "This is going to hurt him." She appeared on the end of the bed between Todd's legs. "I hope he suffers more than you will. Though I do feel bad about hurting something so adorable..." She trailed off. She shook her shadowy head violently. "Alas, though you ARE admirable I must destroy you Todd."
Todd's breathing rapidly quickened. "W...what?" He whispered in fear.
The shadowy girl sighed. "You aren't as bright as I expected someone with Johnny to be. I'M GOING TO HURT YOU!!! A LOT!!!!!!!" She yelled as she ripped his shirt off.
Todd cringed. "But....if you want to hurt Johnny, why are you going to hurt me?"
"Because..." She disappeared from in-between Todd's legs and reappeared sitting on his chest with her legs on either side of his skinny body, her shadowy face mere inches away from his. "...I want to destroy something he loves."
~*~
I am evil for ending it like that I know. Hehehe. Well don't be too upset. I'm working on chapters seven and eight already. I just got a new cd. Well it's old, but new for me. If you don't have it, go buy it!!! Type-O- Negative, October Rust. I love this cd so much! Okay. I'm babbling now. Review please!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING people. I think you already all know this, but I don't want anyone to sue me. Not that I have any money. I'm only 15.... I have no life besides writing this nonsense that the almighty being known as Jhonen would kill me for.
Note: I did that story for English...it was only supposed to be 2-5 pages. Mine was thirteen. Haha. I think I'm going to post it on fanfictionpress if anyone is interested in reading it. Okay. About this ficcy now. Progress will probably be even slower now, though I have some stuff already typed up, so maybe not. GRR! I don't know how much I'll actually be getting done now. I really hurt my hand and thus I can't write. Most of my creativeness comes from being bored in skool, and not being able to write means no more ficcy being written! No fair, isn't it? But I'm hoping I will heal fast so I can write lots more for all of you whom I love for sticking with me and leaving reviews that have power to make me smile. It's really hard typing with one hand. You never realize how much you use both until you can't use one. Another thing.... Never punch your wall, no matter how evil the wall was.
This fic is getting weird, don't you agree? O.o I never thought I was so fucked up. But here! A real chapter for all of you who care enough to read.
6. The Search Begins
"SQUEE!!" Johnny yelled kicking another of the many doors open in his endless basement. "Fuck. SQUEE WHERE ARE YOU!?!" He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. He couldn't remember yelling this much for anything in his entire life.
*He's not here.*
Johnny groaned. "What the fuck do you want?" He asked glaring at Reverend Meat.
*I wanted to tell you that the boy isn't here.* Meat said. It was obvious he knew something. The smile on his voice was impossible to miss.
"Then where is he?" Johnny growled. He snatched the little burger boy from the desk he was sitting on and shook him. "TELL ME!!"
*I don't know.* Meat replied childishly.
Johnny's eye twitched. "Fuck you." He hissed as he threw the burger boy against the wall as hard as he could in another failed attempt to destroy the bastard. Not even a scratch.
*YOU WONT FIND HIM!!!!* Meat cackled as Johnny ran up the stairs.
"I didn't think....I was this.....far down." Johnny panted. He stopped at a landing to take a rest. It seemed so much further going up, than coming down.
*Nny...* A voice floated from the room next to him.
"...Who are you?"
*Doesn't matter. Come in here Johnny. There's something you need. Something you need to find that adorable little boy of yours.*
Johnny began to pull at the doorknob. "Squee!"
*He's not in here...* The voice said, *but something you need is. Stop trying so hard. Just open it.*
Johnny growled. The door wouldn't open. He kicked it as hard as he could and it barley moved, but it did open.
*Good job. Well I'll be seeing you soon Nny. Have fun.* The voice said, extremely pleased.
"What? What are you tal- Holy fuck. My drawing room." Johnny's eyes widened as light streamed into the old room. It hadn't been opened in forever. The last painting he made was still on the easel. He searched the wall for a light switch and flicked it on. Dim yellowy light filled the dusty room.
"It's been so long..." Johnny walked over to the painting and wiped some of the dust off of it. He smiled at the sight before him. "It's so good. Where did all that talent go?" He asked himself.
*Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to.* Meat said.
"Didn't I leave you down about ten levels?"
*Yes. But that means nothing.*
"Oh. Well fuck. Can you at least be quiet while I look around?" Johnny ran his fingertips over his paintbrushes, which were still full of the dark blue paint he last used on the painting.
*Sure, why not? This could be amusing.* Meat snickered.
A small black book caught Johnny's eye. One of his old Die-ary's. He gulped and picked up the book, afraid of what he might find. Did he really want to know about his past?
He sighed and ran a hand through his blue-black hair. "I need to do this. Maybe it will help." He opened the book to the last entry and his eyes widened in horror and remembrance as he read.
{-Dear Die-ary,
I haven't written in too long. So much has happened.
It's so cold in here tonight. Everything is cold tonight, though I suppose that doesn't matter, does it? Not even the fact that it was my birthday matters. Elizabeth invited me over to her house for dinner. Of course I went. She's been such an angel to me. She's been my entire world since my father killed mother and himself last week. I hate him for that. Though I hated him for many other reasons as well. That just added to the list. I've been in this hellhole of a house for a week now. I've been hearing things. I'm not sure if it's the neighbors or if I'm going crazy and hearing voices. Back to Elizabeth. She gave me the neatest little burger boy thing. I named him Reverend Meat since he's holding up a giant burger. He's so cool.
Why am I so calm about this?
But she and I... well we did things that I NEVER intend to do ever again. Yes, it was nice at the time. But afterwards I felt like everything was going to be lost. So I killed her. I'm not sure if it was myself or one of the possible voices that told me to do it. I just heard someone telling me to 'immortalize the moment'. To keep everything happy. To keep her forever. So I did. I killed her and as I write this I'm not upset in the least bit that I'm soaked in her blood.
Do you think that maybe something is seriously wrong with me?-}
Johnny dropped the book and tears welled up in his eyes as some of his lost memories returned to him.
- - Upstairs - -
*Johnny...? Please help...*
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!? I've been listening to you for the past hour!! Just shut UP!" Eff yelled annoyed at the noise one of the voices in Johnny's house was making.
*You can hear me?! Why didn't you say something before? No! That doesn't matter. I need someone's help. Can you help me?*
Eff sighed deeply. "What do you want?"
*Well the rest of me would be nice, but I would like to get back to Todd.*
"Todd...you know Todd?"
*Yes! Of course I do! I'm Shmee, his teddy bear slash trauma sponge. And though he can't hear me anymore I still keep most of those bad things away from him. I need to help him.* Shmee said desperately.
"Right. So where are you?" Eff asked, looking around for the bear.
*I'm outside the window...all I am is a little bit of stuffing. The rest of me is in the asylum.*
Eff swung the door open and turned to see the small ball of fluff on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it quizzically. "I'm assuming you want me to go to this asylum you speak of to get the rest of you, yes?"
*If you don't mind.* Shmee said thankfully.
"All right. You know how to get there?" Eff asked unaware of the neighbors staring at him strangely. Just imagine it. An extremely pale man, dressed in all black, with fire red hair standing outside talking to a piece of stuffing. A little odd, don't you agree?
*Yes.*
"Then lets go."
- - - -
"So you've finally woken up. Good." A deeply British accented voice cut through the darkness of the room.
"Huh? Where am I? Who are you?" Todd asked, straining to sit up. "Why can't I move?!" His eyes widened in fear when he found that the only part of his body that would move was his head.
The blinds flickered open letting the bright early morning sunlight pour in. "You, Todd, are in my house. And you can't move because... well take a look for yourself." The voice said amusedly.
Todd looked up at his hands, which were bound together with a leather strap and chained to the headboard. Then he looked down at his feet, which were spread out, each chained to the posts on the bed.
"What's goin going on? And how do you know who I am?" Todd asked, his eyes filled with tears of terror.
"You are cute." The voice said, getting closer to Todd, completely ignoring his questions.
Todd drew in a shaky breath. "Where are you?" He asked despite the fact that he was afraid to know.
"Right here." A tall shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere next to Todd and he let out a yelp of surprise. The only visible part of her was glowing red eyes.
"Aww. Did I scare you little Todd? I'm sorry. I don't mean to scare you." She said sweetly. "Just fuck you up. A lot." She growled, her red eyes narrowing dangerously at the terrified teen bound before her.
"What? What did I do to you? I don't even know you..."
"Well YOU did nothing, but Johnny..." She squeezed her eyes closed. "This is going to hurt him." She appeared on the end of the bed between Todd's legs. "I hope he suffers more than you will. Though I do feel bad about hurting something so adorable..." She trailed off. She shook her shadowy head violently. "Alas, though you ARE admirable I must destroy you Todd."
Todd's breathing rapidly quickened. "W...what?" He whispered in fear.
The shadowy girl sighed. "You aren't as bright as I expected someone with Johnny to be. I'M GOING TO HURT YOU!!! A LOT!!!!!!!" She yelled as she ripped his shirt off.
Todd cringed. "But....if you want to hurt Johnny, why are you going to hurt me?"
"Because..." She disappeared from in-between Todd's legs and reappeared sitting on his chest with her legs on either side of his skinny body, her shadowy face mere inches away from his. "...I want to destroy something he loves."
~*~
I am evil for ending it like that I know. Hehehe. Well don't be too upset. I'm working on chapters seven and eight already. I just got a new cd. Well it's old, but new for me. If you don't have it, go buy it!!! Type-O- Negative, October Rust. I love this cd so much! Okay. I'm babbling now. Review please!