HEEEEEEERE WE GO! CHAPTER 5!! See? I am working on it! WHOOSH! This one should be better than the last one; at least that's what I think.
ENJOY!
Also, I do not own JTHM, Jhonen, Roman, or Ricki. They belong to themselves. But I did create the bald man, the bald man is mine, he is my creation. MY MONSTAAARRR!! MUAHAHAHAAHAAA!! *Cough *
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Jhonen scrounged through the cluttered and nasty kitchen, desperately trying to find something that wouldn't make his insides scream and flee from their fleshy vessel. Such brand names as "Pooh-Poofs", "Cheese Nubs", and "Grandma's old fashion hash brownies" (We supply the love, you supply the HASH!) didn't really strike him as appetizing. But he finally found something that looked like the remains of a bag of Doritos and a cup of cherry DOOM freezy.
"Well, this isn't so bad, I mean, I have food…and the atmosphere has a certain Jason Voorhees charm." Jhonen thought to himself as he bent down and picked up a spatula that had, what looked like, bloody teeth embedded into the handle. But, he was right, the kitchen was completely gray, splattered with what he understood wasn't just ketchup. The refrigerator was neat, but not clean. The floor was clean, but the floorboards creaked and moaned and he swore he saw a cockroach on top of the table, just staring at him.
"Hey, Mr. Samsa!" Jhonen called to the cockroach, which just merely sat and twitched its antennae, "Hmm…maybe he is just an ordinary cockroach…" Jhonen shrugged and walked out of the kitchen to observe the other macabre wonders of this dungeon-like house.
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The human was leaving the kitchen-area, good, now was time to report to master. The small shimmering brown cockroach crawled off the table, down one of the legs, and into a small crack behind the refrigerator. The little vermin made his way through the rusted pipes and disturbed framework of the house, crawling deeper and deeper into the chasms of the house itself.
Mr. Samsa finally compressed his body through a thin crack in the floorboards of the bottom room, the "room of blood". His Antennae twitched and wriggled and he scuttled across the room, over to the wall itself. Then he waited.
The walls of the room began to ripple and contort themselves, like waves thrashing in a heavy storm. Moans echoed from the walls and floorboards, horrible moaning that was deep and ghoul-like. Gaping cracks began to open on the walls, serrated pieces of wood, paint, and blood sprung from the long gaping crevice that formed on the wall of blood, and two smaller ones opened on the ones beside it, displaying golden moon spheres hovering against the empty darkness that displayed behind it.
The room had become a face.
The gaping "mouth" began to drip with blood, like saliva, in anticipation for its spy's report. In his small, but raspy voice, Mr. Samsa began to speak.
"The human has become aware of the plan master, and has already rid of Meat. What should we do to the human master?" Mr. Samsa's tiny voice filled with a need for bloodshed. The mouth, wheezing with breath and still dripping with blood, opened wide in response.
"Bring Jhonen…to me…" The mouth wheezed in a deep, inhuman voice. Mr. Samsa, obedient to his master's wishes, scuttled back through the floorboards cracks in search of his masters desired guest.
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Johnny didn't know what he was supposed to do at this moment. People where everywhere, so many people. They where all sitting down around a large black table, all of them talking, waving around papers displaying sketches or scripts, each one of them looked either very eager, or very bored and annoyed. For one of the first times in his life, Johnny didn't feel angry, scared, annoyed or frustrated. He felt nervous.
"Jhonen!" Johnny turned to where the voice had come from and saw that man with the black hair and collection of tattoos all along his arms and neck, "Jhonen, common man, over here!" The man, whom Johnny could barely remember as being dubbed Roman, was gesturing to a seat at the very front of the table. Johnny did not want to be in this room right now.
At that moment, a tall, bald man in a nicely pressed suit and tie with polished leather shoes came walking in. He looked very serious, and completely…boring.
"Who is that guy?" Johnny whispered to Roman. Roman turned his head around toward Johnny, a confused and awkward expression on his face, complete with a cocked eyebrow.
"Uhmm…Jhonen…that's the executive of Nickelodeon, man, you feeling alright?" Johnny stared at the bald formally dressed man. He looked more like someone who would sell you a coffin, let alone manage a cartoon show.
"All right," the executive began, setting himself down on one of the black chairs near the end of the table, tenting his fingers near his face, "Everyone, what's going to happen here?"
Papers where sent flying everywhere, ideas floated here and there while someone kept screaming out "THERE SHOULD BE A GOAT!!" No one agreed on anything, except the goat idea. Roman started pitching his idea about an Invader Zim Fairy Tale skit, where they where sucked into a dimension of mother goose. Ricki started rambling about Dib disguising himself as Gir, and Johnny just sat there, making a castle out of sharpened pencils.
The executive cocked his head, his fingers still tented.
"Mr. Vasquez!" the executive shouted, and Nny's castle crumbled at his jumping hands. Johnny looked up, a blank and surprised expression plastered across his face, "You have yet to delight us with your bounty of ideas Mr. Vasquez, usually you don't shut-up." The executive smirked slyly, a smirk that made Johnny want to grab one of the pencils and jab it straight into the executives eye. But he resisted.
"Well, has the well finally run dry Mr. Vasquez? Have you finally lost your…talent?" The executive hissed dryly. Johnny's rage had tipped the scale at that last comment. Johnny stood upright, slamming his hands on the table fiercely.
"I HAVE IDEAS! I HAVE PLENTY OF IDEAS! YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE?! FINE!" Johnny snatched a piece of paper from the center of the table and began scribbling and meshing together characters and plots, calling out a line here and there, handing a sketch to Roman to pass down. They where pouring out of him, uncontrollably, uncertainly. Johnny loved this; he was getting ideas from nowhere! Like, someone else was giving them to him.
Johnny didn't know how right he was.
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