Disclaimer: Once again people, I do not own any of the characters from JTHM. Only uhh... Jen... except... I think she's a voice inside my head. Okeydokee.

PART 2

O.o Squee and I stood like this for quite a while until the man broke the silence.

"Well hello, I don't believe we've met..." the man said softly and looked directly at me.

With a sudden surge of anger from invasion of privacy, I gathered up the courage to speak.

"Umm, excuse me, but... WHO ARE YOU?" I managed to croak after remembering that the guy was covered in blood.

"Oh. Well I'm Johnny, but you may call me Nny for short. Squee! There you are! I was looking for you in your house. I'm afraid you've ran out of bactine... Oh, and your father is unconscious"

O.O Squee's eye twitched

"But pay no mind to that, he'll wake up in 14 hours with a very bad headache... and maybe temporary blindness..." Nny hastily added.

I pulled Squee towards me and whispered to him, "Is this the bad neighbor man who kills people?"

Squee starts shaking.

"Anyways, I came in here to see if there's any bactine here..." Nny continued. He then remembers Jen and looks at her, "I don't believe you've told me your name"

"Oh...I... I'm Jennifer... Jennifer Nikolai. Jen for short...(OH FUCK!! HE'S COVERED IN BLOOD AND YOU JUST TOLD HIM YOUR FULL NAME! YOU MORON!)"

"Well Jen, I must thank you for leaving the window open, it saved us both a little inconvenience..."

"(Note to self, board up windows... oh shit, what about Squee?)"

"...But do you happen to have any bactine?" Nny asked.

"Umm... yes, I'll get some... I guess you could just make yourself at home?" I hesitantly asked.

"Yes, Squee and I have much to catch up on. He's been in that Defective Head Meat Institution for 5 months"

Squee looks panicked again. I mouthed "Sorry" at him and walked hesitantly out of the room and towards the bathroom. I passed by the office room.

"FUCKING COMPUTER! SO DAMN SLOW! Starts banging the stapler on the keyboard and monitor I HATE YOU SO MUCH! GAH! TAKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! WHY!? ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS PRINT ALL 90 PAGES OF THE PRESIDENTIAL DEBATES!! AAARRRGHH!!" my dad shrieked at the computer.

And my mom joined in with the shrieking fray, "JENNIFER! GO PLAY THE PIANO NOW! NOOWW!"

My eye twitched, "(I WILL BURN THAT DAMNED THING TO ASHES ONE DAY I SWEAR IT!) Maybe later mother..."

"NO YOU GO NOW! DO IT OR I'LL CALL YOUR FATHER!"

"DAMN COMPUTER! DIE!!" my dad shrieked again.

I ignored them both and got the disinfectant. When I got back to my room, I notice that Nny was on my bed, staring at the TV screen, eyes unmoving. The scene on the TV was the one where Edward was carving a block of ice into a sculpture and there were ice shavings falling around the dancing Kim. Squee was also quietly watching the scene, his eyes were full of wonder.

"(Well I guess this scene was pretty spectacular...)" I thought.

And suddenly, Nny got up abruptly and slammed the TV off. Squee starts panicking again.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like the ending. I don't want to remember that part. It was too depressing. I prefer to freeze only the beautiful moments so they are with me forever" he said softly, staring off into space. Then he sharply looked at me and brightly shrieked, "OH! You have bactine! Do you mind if I take the whole bottle? Some do fight back more fiercely than others..."

Squee and I had the same expressions. O.O

"Sure... take it. Take it all (Just don't kill us)" I squeaked.

"Thanks, well it was nice meeting you Jen, but I must go. I've got work to do. BYE SQUEEGEE!!!" and with that, Nny jumped out of the window, waved like a maniac, and ran off.

O.o

"I wish he would stop, you know, KILLING PEOPLE. The smell is seeping into my room and it's embedding in my sheets. EVEN SHMEE SMELLS LIKE DEAD PEOPLE!" Squee said suddenly with surprising fierceness. "HERE! SMELL!" He shoved the bear in my face.

God it smelled horrid. I smiled at Squee, "I wouldn't be surprised if you will be the one to stop him."

"The thing is, he thinks he's helping me. I really hate it when he starts telling me bedtime stories" Squee hugs Shmee tightly.

"Well, he doesn't seem too bad, besides being homicidal and having the worst mood swings I've ever seen... oh and the blood"

Squee yawned.

"I guess we'll have to call it a night then... do you mind if I put some music on low? It drowns out the things I hear at night (the voices in my head)" I questioned.

"No. I don't mind"

"Ok, since you're a guest, you can have the bed. I'll hit the floor..."

I put on Rammstein's Sehnsucht on low and we let the heavy bass and drums lull us to sleep.

To be continued...