Warning: illegal drug usage, murder, swear word, flash backs, an insane writer with odd grammar and spelling …… you see where Im going with this, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny or Squee, or any of the other wonderful characters in this fucked up story. Only this plot line is mine.

Ages:

Squee: 25

Pepito: 24

Johnny: 36 (do the five years he is dead in this story count?)

Enjoy the craziness

Soft puffs of smoke flowed from the open window into the dark night. A thin, pale hand held a hand-rolled cigarette between their fingers as the owner of said hand looked out into the great sky. The dark blankness was haunting, sucking in anyone who looked up at it.

Returning the cigarette to thin lips, large round eyes closed and inhaled the smoke. He slowly took the blunt from his mouth and set his hand on the windowsill, still staring up at the sky when his eyes finally opened. The smoke within him burned and he let it flow from him freely.

Todd, aka Squee looked out into the darkness, letting his mind spin under the drug. His scenes were numbed and he relaxed for now. As he let his mind soak in another hit, he ran a hand though his flat, thick black hair. It was greasy and dirty from not being washed in a week or so. His finger trailed down his round face. It too was greasy and dirty, but he could care less for his appearance. His parents didn't live with him anymore so he didn't care.

Squee chuckled slightly. My parents don't live at all. He laughed a dry evil laugh, remembering his parents last few monuments. As his slinger fingers placed the blunt on his lips again he remember theses day.

(Flashback)

Today was suppose to be a day were people get you a great gift ands send u out for life on a great set of wings. Not Squee's "loving" parents. For Squee's 18th birthday, they tore though his stuff. Clothing flying around his room as his stoner mother ripped her way though, searching for the drugs she knew he must have.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room, mother?" the last word laced with ice. She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "I know you stole my pills, brother. I want them back." She said before returning to destroying his room.

'God she is so stoned.' Squee thought, picking up a book by his bed and propped his long legs up on the stand of his bed.

Suddenly, his father burst into the room with such force that his made the mirror on the wall shatter. "Todd, get out. Your 18 now, go knock-up your own bitch and ruin your life like I did." he said in his bitter tone, dragging his tripping wife out of the room before screaming to Todd he had five minutes to get his shit together before he came after him with the flame thrower.

Squee leaned out the window towards 777. He threw a rock that sat on his windowsill at the window across, hitting the wood. Soon a hand approached the creak in the wood and a pair of dark eyes met the other crake.

"Its time Johnny. Want to help me kill my parents?" Squee said in a cheerful voice. A sly smile creaked behind the wood and within seconds it seemed, Johnny appeared on his window.

(End of flashback)

He remembered Johnny as best he could. Johnny had died later that year. The police had finally caught him after ten years of murder that Squee knew of. They beat him, shot him to death, and burned his body to rid the chances for him to come back. But before they buried him in his own back yard, the cocky policemen beat him again; break many of his bones.

Of course, later that night Squee caught those same cops and strangled them for not showing respect to his former friend and mentor.

Squee chuckled to himself and was alarmed by the grumbling of his stomach. He finally moved towards the kitchen in search of some grub that his growling stomach was staving for.

"I have been ruling over this place for more years then I care to express." Said a silky voice of Satan. He spun a thin long hand in the air. "I have many children in my day; but you, my dear Pepito, are the only one to survive. All the others were exorcised and killed in one way or another. I have lost the many kids in the millions of years I was a teen." A thoughtful look crossed his face.

"The fact that I actually love your mother had something to do with it. And that you were conceived the old fashion way instead of the old raining sperm down on them and suddenly get them knocked up." Satan smirked and his lean antichrist son looked back from the window with disgust on his face.

"TMI dad." he said calmly before placing his forehead on the glass. He stared down at the metropolis-like streets of hell. The city had the dirty thick air of Pittsburgh but the structure of New York City. The people that found themselves stuck here are now miserable to know that their former master is going to be replaced by his son. Perfect.

"Anyways," Satan said as he walked to where his son stood. He placed a thin hand on his shoulder. "This is now yours, my son. All of hell is yours, do with it what you would like. I don't care what you do. But you have the reasonability of hell for the next thousand years at least. Or at least till you get a heir of your own." Satan chuckled to himself, knowing soon his son would be up to the same mischief he was in at his age, if he wasn't already.

"All mine. Its all mine." he whispered into the glass. He scanned his brain, looking for something interesting and fun to pull now that hell was in his control. An evil grin snaked across his lips.

He walked from the window and toward the large black desk that sat in the middle of the room. He stepped on the round platform and found what he was looking for sitting right on the desk. Old, large books with decades of were and tear upon. The cover had some old writing. He knew that it meant the damned so he didn't need to read it. He flipped open the book and looked for a certain page.

Satan watched from the window as something dawned on his sons face. He stood up straight and pointed his finger at the book and suddenly the pages flew and landed on a page.

That antichrist read overt the page. His evil grin only grew wider as he scanned the list. This page held the list of the "extreme dammed". This list include Jack the Ripper, the Juggernaut, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, and a certain homicidal manic by the name of Johnny C.

With another flick of his finger, the book levitated to a large copier by the edge of the room. He placed the box down and covered it quickly. He reached for the button and pressed it, getting a bright light.

When he lifted the book again, the page was blank. With a smirk the antichrist spoke. "Now the fun begins."

Squee walked around in his kitchen, looking for something to eat but found nothing. A suddenly smash of glass echoed the empty house. Squee turned himself towards the sound, walking towards the room. He heard rushing of something within the room in front of him. His own.

Grabbing a bat from the doorway, he pushed the door open and got ready to swing. He stood in the doorway, dumbfounded and stared at the thing that sat on his bed.

A body slumped over on his bed was covered in burns, dried blood, and dirt. What was left of his hair was thin and his face was covered in massive burns. There were large scabs and bruises covering most of his body, which was visible above the waist. This person was extremely skinny, bones sticking out in many directions, some cant be the natural direction. This person, or thing, smelled like a rotted corpus. Suddenly the head of this body moved up and looked at Squee.

"Hello Squee." Said a thick voice, raw and hoarse. "Nice to see you again." At the sound of this voice, Squee's naturally wide eyes went wider. The bat slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

"Johnny? What the fuck you doing here? I thought you were finally died?!" he screamed at his old friend. The body shrugged. "I guess your bud Pepito finally got hell to himself and sent me back. But I bet Im not the only one." Johnny lifted a badly burned hand and placed a few pills in his mouth.

"Hey!" Squee exclaimed. "What are you doing? Those are my pills!"

"Hey, I just got returned to a body that was shot, beaten, burned, and beaten again. You see how much pain your in when you come back to that." He said, after swallowing the pills and looking around the room.

"Why don't I get dressed and we can go down and get a Cherry Frezzie?" Johnny asked. Squee shrugged. "Sure, that sounds cool."

Reviews would be nice. And if you wanna flame, go ahead, ill give them to Pepito and he can make poisoned smores for the people of hell. Tell me if you guys want more. I could probably pull more from my head if you wanted more.