Eyes of the Innocence

HDM: now you've come back to the horror known as as Dampen Souls, eh? You FOOLS!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! pauses Please forgive me...I need a slurpie...a nice cherry slurpy. I like chipmunks but not bees, oh I loathe the bees. readers see a needle in the back of her neck

Doctor: she'll be sustained for now

Disclaimer: Yess, the almighty disclaimer, I do not own Nny or his 'friends', I own Kly and my drawings.

Note that this is in the past, although Nny is still a waste lock the Doughboys aren't present yet but the demon that was in the wall is in his head. This is when he cannot remember so I'm just guessing. Also there are times of randomness, POV swaps, and beating up of the narrator aka me . help meee!!!

The world...everyone perceives it a different way but there are some who don't know how to perceive it. Naive souls, very very rare indeed, are ones that have a good heart but have been cursed with lack of wisdom. They are mostly corrupted by outside forces and then become another asshole on this shitty rock. This girl though isn't like the rest, she's stayed naive and hasn't been corrupted even with all the bullshit life has thrown at her. Her name is Kly, Eye of the Innocent.

Kly is walking down the new street of her new home. Her father moved them once again to run from the bookies. She sees a run down house with the address of 777. She slows down to examine the house more gingerly. She could feel a cold presence bombarding in the back of her skull. She walks by, not knowing someone was watching her as well. We will switch to her point of view so we can experience her--

"Hey I feel like an animal on the discovery channel!!"

"How can you hear us?!"

"You are pretty loud, the neighbors can here you!!"

"Sor-rry! We will be quiet!!"

"Why are you referring to yourself as plural?"

"Stop making fun of our disabilities"

Later on, with the Narrator aka HDM gagged (experience the randomness!!)

Kly POV

Alright, this is much better, that person was getting annoying, calling me naive. I'm not that naive, I just don't accept society and I'm not an asshole, it doesn't mean I'm naive. OK, School is normal; peers judge you and just walk by laughing their flippin' heads off. My one true friend was a girl named Lidia, a beautiful poet and writer but no one takes her seriously making her fall into some depressions in the past.

"Kly, do you think there's a god?"

"Hm? I donno, but there must be something out there."

"Yeah, someone's gotta be out there to get me."

That was funny but you can't help but think that. We went to class and met up later and as usual I endured more cocky remarks and gibes people throw just to fuck with me. After school I strapped on my skates and put my boots in my book bag. I skated through the park, admiring the birds and little squirrels attacking one another.

"Man, they have no idea that their destined to be hit by a truck." I mused to myself then chuckling to the little statement. I was about three blocks away from my house when suddenly a car screeched in front of her. I hit the auto full force and went over the hood into the 777 yard. Suddenly I felt myself fall through.

"Oh shit!!"

I finally return consciousness and was entangled in some kind of straps.

"Ugh...I can't believe I hit a car...I'm so stupid." I mused aloud. I craned her neck to see where I was; my face was next to a flippin' skull.

"OH MY SWEET JEEZUS CHRIST!!!!! WHERE THE HELL AM I?!?!?! " I screamed all of my might. I could hear someone coming down some rickety stairs, creaking every step.

"Didn't you read the sign?" came this cold hard voice, definitely male.

"Uh...yes?"

Guess what he does? He shoves a huge ass dagger near my neck screaming at me!! I mean I can't believe I'm going to die in this Creepers 1 den of pure insanity!

"Please forgive me!!! I didn't mean to ever step on your property, let alone fall through the ground!!! I was hit by this blue van, actually I hit it but it did it on purpose!!" I pleaded with the crazy person. He withdrew the knife away from my neck.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth; you could be an alien ready to suck out my brain through my ears with a goofy straw?"

"I live down the street; you've must have seen me! I don't give you any reason to trust me but I want you to just look at me? Do I look like a stereo-typical asshole bent on ruining people's lives for my sheer shallow enjoyment?!"

Narrator breaks free "It's now time for Squibby's World!!!"

Squibbly: Hi, I'm a squibbly drawing this crazed narrator made because she wanted something like filler bunny. Bunnies are nice, I looove bunnies but one ate my sister. My sister was petting it at the petting zoo and it ate her arm. They shouldn't make petting zoos near power plant toxic dumps. It's baaaaaaaaad...

End of Squibbly

What is poor Johnny C. to think of this girl? He never did kill her but did make her take down the old skeletons while she was up near the ceiling. Then he actually didn't find her presence revolting like a lot of the victims he mutilated. Soon, they would see more of each other when Kly would come home from school. Is she someone that can break Nny of his cold exterior to--

"Your presence is quite repellent Miss."

"Why do you hate us so?! sobs"

HDM is in a Hannibal suit (:E) (funny Hannibal face!) hehehe!

Johnny POV

Why must I attract ignorant primates is beyond my comprehension? This girl...she's different but not as the new hairstyle different. She is much more sincere than other 'friends' I have encountered. She actually asks me about my day and listens to my wild rants. In return I give her a sanctuary for a measly hour or two from her parental care. I have heard her predicament, running from bookies for money they don't have. Why must he corrupt her to do his bidding? Her mother died in a freak hamster accident so no real role model.

"Nny, why are people like to pick on others for amusement."

"Humans are so ignorant that they can't see past their shittiness exterior motives so they pick on victims so they feel better about their shitty lives."

"Oh, I don't like the sound of that...I sound like someone in distress not a normal person that gets gibed about a lot of things."

"You don't want to be like them, Kly, but I don't encourage the thought of being trampled on."

I can remember hearing her come in late at night in the am. She looked beaten up every time and would always ask to spend the night on the couch. Oh I wanted to kill that fucker for even laying a hand on a poor defenseless girl, let alone a girl who is my friend. She asked me a million times to not kill him for that's her only family, why does she torture herself?

"Nny, can I stay the night please? Father was...upset."

"So he gave you a black eye for his frustration. Kly, one swing and he will be out of your life for good."

"No-No-No, I'm fine really, just please let me stay?"

Johnny...

what the fuck?

Johnny C., how are you feeling? you were conked out for awhile now.

Meat? What happened?

Apparently you were unconscious

I was asleep?

Yes, indie-doodie yes Johnny C., you see sleep affects your motor skills which helps with social interactions which helps with feelings of-

Don't say the 'E' word, Meat, I told you I want to be a handicap of feelings.

So you want me to leave the poor girl out in the rain all night?

What?

HDM: Dun Dun Dunnnn!!!! What will happen? Will Nny see Kly, does Kly get her father whacked, does HDM get out of the Hannibal contraption, will Squibbly find his long lost brother's wife's sister's niece's son? Find this and more when we continue on the road of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac!! confetti

1 From Jeepers Creepers, I imagine Nny's house like what happened in the movie