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Spooky does not own JTHM, for Jhonen owns it for it came from his sad little mind. *tsk tsk* for shame....for shame....
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It seemed more than days. The light was forever shut off from him so rapidly that it was as if it has never existed. Consciousness grew shortly after the fall, and soon Johnny felt his being returning like feeling to numbness.
His eyes opened unto a blurry, gray dimmed surrounding, which soon came to focus. Pipes and wires, machines and cables fixed into each other; blinking lights and humming sounds beeping and churning all around his ears and eyes. The room was very large, and very cold, from the air vent across the room. In front where two double doors that lead to a blinding white hallway, and to the left was a gray steel door with a hook lock. Johnny felt himself cringing in a deep uncomfortable sensation, but it was not his surroundings that made him feel this way.
It was the voices.
He was use to screaming and crying of course…but not like this. From behind the double doors and the gray door, he heard screeching and crying like no other. The sounds he heard where distraught, screwed with like a bad cassette after its been played too many times. Some voices sounded mostly human, others almost unnatural…inhuman in most cases.
Children's voices, screaming for their parents, laughing mechanically, or crying out loud. Adults weeping and broken "cassette" screams. Johnny felt his heart pound fiercely against his strapped chest.
"Wait…strapped?" He questioned himself. He looked down and found that he was strapped down, to a steel chair, his arms and legs where also restrained to the metallic chair.
Suddenly, the hooked door creaked open slowly. Johnny turned his head toward the door; a few faint footsteps emerged out. A tiny figure, no less or more than 3-4ft, holding something closely to their chest.
"Wh…who is it?" Johnny called to the person. The figure turned, and stepped causiously to Johnny. Soon…the figure turned out to be a small, pale little girl with blond hair, in a black nightdress, gripping tightly to a stuffed dog doll.
"Hello," She said quietly and coldly, "my names Amery, what's yours?"
Johnny wasn't use to polite and quiet children, besides Squee, and was pleased to hear such a quite child and so answered in the same tone as the girl, "Im Johnny, but you can call me Nny." He replied smiling weakly.
The girl sat down on the floor, and looked up at him, gripping tighter to the puppy doll. "Did they borrow you from your mommy and daddy too?" she asked in a tiny voice.
Johnny's eyes widened, "Borrow?"
"That's what they said when I woke up. But, mommy will pick me up when Ms. M says its time to go home…" The girl buried her face into the doll, then popped her eyes up, "mommy hasn't come yet." She finished in a muffled voice.
Johnny looked hard at the little girl…he didn't realize before…maybe he didn't want to. A long stitch crossed her neck, another formed from between her eyes and upward through her hair, some on her hands, and from behind she was dragging a long steel tube no thicker than an inch.
"Do you think my mommy misses me Nny? I really miss my mommy." The girl said while hugging the doll. He looked down at the girl, Amery, as she hugged the doll…hugged it with her tiny pale, stitched hands.
Johnny sighed quietly…then looked down at her. "I bet she does…"
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