YAYAYAYA!! This story is slooooowly coming to an end! Again, I do not own JTHM, Squee, Invader Zim, etc., they are © to Jhonen Vasquez, a truly talented man and part-time lion tamer (heh, I kid), I do own this story, so if you take, I kill. (Though doing some artwork based off the fic would make me feel all squishy inside, SQUEE! XP )

Anyhow….ONWARD!

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Indulging himself in sugar-filled and grossly health hazardous snacks, Jhonen slumped into the overly stuffed and poorly cared for gray couch and began to gaze, mesmerized more like, into Johnny's TV. Most of the channels were distorted channel 'fuzz', while the others showed mindless TV programs that probably killed more brain cells by just watching them then smoking a bowl of Mary Jane. Finally, fed up with the lack of anything remotely entertaining on the rabbit ears, he gave up and decided to continue venturing throughout the house of horrors that was Johnny's abode.

As Jhonen made his way through the 3rd level (3-6 inch knives, annoying sales clerks and sporting goods), he began to hear a tiny voice calling his name.

"Jhonen…Jhonen…come to me…come to me please…help me…please…" the voice continued to call, desperation echoing in its frail tone. Perhaps it was a victim of Johnny's calling for help…but then again, how could it know his name? Maybe it was one of the D-boys…but they were both dead, long dead. Nail bunny? Perhaps it was he, but what if he turned out to be like Rev. Meat; a foe donning the guise of friendship?

The voice grew more desperate, almost painful; finally, his humanity got the better of him, and he ran toward the resounding echo of the voice.

"Don't worry! Im coming! Just hold on ok? Just hold on!" Jhonen ran down the crooked and spiraling staircases of the house, gripping onto crevasses in the walls to steady him self and almost tripping over unearthed floorboards and scattered objects. As he continued to climb further and further down into the 'hell' of the house, he noticed the temperature falling greatly. By the 12th floor, he was able to see his own breath before his very eyes. The voice was still getting greater and more painful to the ears. Who was this poor soul beckoning him?

Finally, Jhonen arrived were the voice was its greatest. Peeking into the room, he began to scan his surroundings. Next to the entrance of the staircase, was a long, fairly rusted pipe screwed onto the wall; hand-cuffs and electrical cords hung limply from the pipe like dead vines stuck to a tree branch. The walls of the room were, by far, the most hideous; cracks and bald patches of revealed frame-work resembled that of a rotting corpse, blood was splattered on almost every inch of the perimeter, especially one wall….one…very familiar wall.

"Oh…my…God…" Jhonen looked at the wall, his face reflecting that of pure horror. His eyes darted to the paint can below the wall, the paintbrush that sat along the rim of the can was still dripping with the red substance that he was sure was not paint. "Oh God…I can't be here…oh fuck…" Jhonen turned quickly to run back up the stairs, to run away from the dangers he had created in this room. What he couldn't run away from was the inevitable.

The entrance to the staircase webbed together, fine red threads stretched out from the door frame and engulfed the exit like a fisherman's net. Jhonen ran to the exit and sent a fist flying into the red web, but upon contact his fist began to burn ferociously, causing him to pull back in pain.

"Mr. Vasquez…I've been expecting you…" Jhonen slowly turned around. What he saw, would haunt his dreams and waking hours for the rest of his human life. The wall had indeed morphed itself back into a face; its dripping, serrated mouth pulled up into a Cheshire grin, its moon-like eyes hovering in mid-air, but it was stronger than before. It was growing more aware, more sure, more dangerous by the moment. Jhonen knew this, he did not know why or how, but he knew.

"I'm so glad…you and I could talk Jhonen…you don't know what it means to a child…to finally come face to face…with its father…" The moose's voice was deep and distorted, as though 20 people or more were talking in sync, and unfortunate for Jhonen, every time the mouth opened to speak he was sprayed by a mist of the blood/saliva that was always flowing and dripping from the mouth of the moose.

"Wha…what are you going to do to me?" Jhonen stayed as composed as possible, trying desperately not to give into his fear and panic (though it was near impossible…I mean, cammon, it's a fricken talking wall!!).

"I merely wish to talk Jhonen…I wouldn't dream of killing you…not while Johnny is so very close to releasing the gate to the other mirrors…its just as you wrote it Jhonen…'I imagined behind the mirror, there was a world…far greater than this one…' Ironic, is it not?" The mouth curved into a fiendish grin, showing Jhonen all of its gloriously bloody wonder. "Oh…how rude of me…please Jhonen, have a seat would you?"

Suddenly the floor began to vibrate and swirl itself like a whirlpool. Jhonen could feel the wooden-whirlpool sucking him in, stronger, stronger still. Suddenly, it grew to the point to where Jhonen was sucked in headfirst, and plummeted further and further into the abyss of the house; the lowest level imaginable.

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The production was going extravagantly well! Ideas and suggestions were manifesting themselves into images and scripts at an alarmingly fast rate. People were running on pure ambition, some had refused to eat or sleep until the project was complete, which resulted in a few alarming incidents involving animators collapsing at their desks from sleep deprivation or malnutrition. But it was near completion! That was the only thing that mattered to Johnny; the absolute only thing!

Johnny was entertaining himself rather well with the new found inspiration that had birthed itself in his mind, he was finally beginning to feel like a part of society, and not the rejected downcast kind either. People, whom he had never actually associated with, were walking right up to him and complimenting him on his brilliance! Everyday was like Christmas in this atmosphere of collective minds and artistry. Never had Johnny felt so useful, and in a positive way.

"I'm quite impressed with how your running this show, Mr. Vasquez" Johnny heard from behind him, as he worked on the scene were Zim had unleashed an entire squadron of robot weasels on Dib. He turned around quickly to see the executive peering over his shoulder; the smell of his pomade clogging his lungs.

"So, when can we expect the final piece to be finished Mr. Vasquez?" The executive purred in his deep rich voice. Johnny began to clear his throat, for some reason this guy unnerved him in a very familiar way.

"Uhmm…well, with the continuation of people randomly falling in the aisles or vomiting on their work desks from eating too much McDonalds, I foresee It being done…..not….very soon…but we're near completion of the first part of the episode!" Johnny grinned a weak and tired smile (he too was running down) at his sharply dress associate.

The executive narrowed his eyes onto Johnny's work, "Well, keep up the pace Mr. Vasquez, after all…there are many young, fresh and anxious minds out there waiting for this…wouldn't want to keep them waiting…" And with that, the executive turned and left to his office. A few minutes later, Roman Dirge walked up to Johnny, a folder in one hand, filled with the newly printed scripts.

"Man…that guy seriously spooks me." Roman commented to Jhonen-guised-Johnny. Johnny glanced back at the Exec.'s office; just what was that guy doing in there for hours at a time?

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Light breeched through the darkness behind Jhonen's eyes. He had been unconscious for, what felt like, hours…sitting in the absolute silence of the final level of Johnny's twisted abode. The room was freezing, like a meat locker. He looked around for anything; a corpse, a blade, a bathroom (he reaaaally had to pee). But all he could find were mirrors. Hundreds and hundreds of mirrors, some on the walls, others free standing, some beneath his feet or above his head.

"What…is this place?" Jhonen walked around the room, trying to find a staircase or perhaps a latter to which he could use to escape this segment of the "fun house". Moments later, Jhonen felt the mirror beneath him vibrate. Quickly jumping back (pure reflex of course), Jhonen fixated his eyes onto mirror as the glass slowly began to break away, but managed to keep its form as the broken pieces began to melt away and twist itself into a whirlpool, much like the one that Jhonen was sucked into. As the whirlpool swirled, a tall figure began to slowly rise out of the liquid glass, encased in the liquid like a crystal cocoon.

When the figure was completely revealed, the cocoon around it slid off it like a silk shroud and fell back into the glass and took its natural form. The figure looked rather human, a male, tall, thin, clad in a pressed suit and slick backed hair. But when the figure opened its eyes, Jhonen knew it was no ordinary man.

"Aaaah…those trips always make me feel so…revived" The figure spoke in a refined voice, "Oh do give me a moment while I slip into something more comfortable, would you?" The man gestured to Jhonen politely. Suddenly, fire spewed from the earth around the man, engulfing him in wild flames and the stench of brimstone.

When the fire settled, the man was no longer there, but in his place was a 9 foot, haunting, and demonic skeleton-like creature, with ram horns protruding from his head, and a long black cloak draping over it, like a bats wings over its own body. Jhonen turned his shock and fear into acknowledgement and austerity.

"So…Senior Diablo…you work for the moose too I presume?" Jhonen said to Senior with a cocked eyebrow. The devil man turned towards Jhonen, his fiery red eyes glowing in the dim light of the mirror room.

"But of course Mr. Vasquez…this shouldn't come as some sort of shock to you I hope. Now, please don't take this the wrong way Mr. Vasquez, but I'm here for business and business alone."

"I never thought you as a casual character Mr. Devil…so what…are you going to kill me? Strike me down with hell fire and whatnot?"

Senior Diablo simply chuckled in his cold, deep voice, "Oh no no no Mr. Vasquez! That would be uncalled for, at the moment, but unfortunately, you see…I have been ordered here by The Moose to, for lack of a cleverer phrase, "Take you out".

"Take me out!?" Jhonen choked to the devil, expecting this turn-out but hoping for a friendlier outcome.

"Why of course! Can't have you or Mr. Nny getting in our way, trying to play 'hero' or any of that other nonsense you humans try to do out of defense for your territory…once the cartoon is complete and broadcasted, infecting the many minds of the globe and such, My duty is to eradicate you, there fore destroying Johnny in the next dimension through your mirrored-link. All in all, it's quite fascinating if you really think out about it, ISNT IT?"

Senior Diablo raised his hand slowly into the air, and suddenly Jhonen felt a cushy surface rise quickly beneath his rear. Senior Diablo came and perched himself on the earth-born couch and pulled from the air a remote controller, which he used on one of the mirrors, causing it to act like a television set. The screen began to show the Nickelodeon studios, the artists, the production, and then panned to Johnny (in Jhonen's body) working diligently with Roman.

"Now, Mr. Vasquez," Senior turned to Jhonen, and growled in his haunting voice, "What would you care for a last meal?"

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WHEEEE!! And stuff. Review please! It makes me feel all giddy and stuff…