Disclaimer: Boop. I do not own any of Jhonen Vasquez's characters. Boop de doop.
Note: The little poem in entry March 14, 1997 is part of Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll.
Part 13
(Jen's View)- Reading Nny's diary.
July 25, 1996I found an abandoned house. It was the only house on the street. It was weird, but seeing how I had no where to go, I really didn't have much of a choice. 777. The number of heaven. Perhaps it's a good omen.
July 26, 1996
Surprisingly, this place has food. Cans of skettios. There are all the necessary appliances for living. There are clothes. Black and white. Devoid of color, but they fit. It was creepy. It was as if whoever lived here before, knew that I was coming. There's even a television. I wonder why someone abandoned this house… It is rather big… I've already explored some of the many floors. One even has a full supply of art materials. I think I'll start painting someday. I chose this very room to be my own. Devoid of color like the clothes, but comfortable enough. Although, I haven't really been sleeping much lately…
August 17, 1996
Oh god. I can't remember them. My parents. I can't remember their faces! Every time I sleep I see them… on the ground, faceless with blood spilling out from the gashes in their necks. Everything I paint, they turn out to be monsters. And sometimes, I even hear them… Oh god what's happening to me?
September 1, 1996
I hear voices. Coming from the walls. They whisper incomprehensible things, disturbing my painting, but keeping me awake. I can't sleep. I won't sleep. I won't lose my awareness. Crap Have I even eaten in the last 3 days?
September 20, 1996
They're building houses. Houses around mine. So much frickin' noise. The voices. They're getting louder. I found two styrofoam Pilsbury Doughboys. I started painting them, but I got bored before I could finish them. They sit in the dark corner now, watching me with their incomplete eyes.
October 31, 1996
There are people in the neighborhood now. I scream and howl every time a trick-or-treater comes around. It that doesn't scare then, I threaten them with knives that randomly show up in the house along with the horrendous, mutilating machines.
November 25, 1996
I killed a cat… and I found a dead dog. I hung the dog from the ceiling, but the cat's covered in flies. Almost no one ever comes around anymore. And the ones that come around are always annoying, bad people. The voices, I can understand them now. They are my only friends… They tell me to burn the bad people. Burn…
December 25, 1996
I had Santa over. I thought he looked weird. He smelt like piss and beer. I didn't like him. He wouldn't give me the chainsaw I wanted. I put him in the Severing Machine. His blood fell down in the drain below the mechanism. I wonder where it goes…
March 14, 1997
"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
Heh… the wall. It speaks to me… Sometimes at night it whispers little poems. Kind of creepy, yet soothing in a way. But today, it whispered the song "Happy Birthday" to me. I wonder why…
August 1, 1997
Oooh… a gas station just opened down the street… It has a BrainFreezy machine! YAY! I haven't had one of those since… since what? I forget. HAH HAH! I IS BOUNCIN' OF DE WALLZ! ZOOM!
September 18, 1997
It wants blood… Hah… the wall wants blood. Wuz it want with blood, huh? Why you want blood, wall? HEE HE HEEEE!
November 13, 1997
What the hell is happening to me? I barely remember anything anymore. I barely go to sleep. Usually an hour each day now and I wake up with blood on my hands and the wall is quiet. I don't want to go to sleep.
December 25, 1997
Awww… the wall is so sweet. I woke up today on the couch with a little present on the table. Twin knives with smiley faces, all tied up with a big red ribbon. It even left a card:
Merry Christmas, Nny… put these to good use… you know what I mean…
-"The Moose"
I walked around town a bit. This man shoved into me and muttered, "Watch where you're going, freak." So, I decided to bring the wall a little present. I stunned him with my beloved tazer and dragged his ass back home. He recovered and we had a little scuffle. He was older and bigger, but I had my newly acquired friends. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. It was quite entertaining. He was screaming and thrashing. All the better. A puddle of blood surrounded him. I took an empty paint can and slashed the man's throat. I held the can up to catch the blood. The wall was rumbling with anticipation. I took a brush and dipped in the blood. The wall breathed. And I painted it. The wall shuddered and at first, the blood just disappeared, then it stayed. As soon as the can was empty, I thanked the wall for the knives and wished it a Merry Christmas.
January 1, 1998
Happy New Year! I stuck a couple of sticks of dynamite in a cheerleader's mouth. Heehee… She blew up like a firework, with bits flying everywhere. WEEEEE!
March 14, 1998
I remember now. My birthday… that's why the wall was whispering the song "Happy Birthday". I repainted the doughboys… Creepy and sinister-looking. Perhaps I should name them. They started whispering these days… they think that I don't hear them, but I do. The wall had absorbed all the blood I gave it today, except for the words:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NNY!!!
February 23 1999
Mr. Fuck and Psychodoughboy they will be. Once I named them, the smiles on their faces seemed to get wider. When I painted "FUCK" and "Z?" on them, their smiles nearly split their faces in half.
September 21, 1999
Can't stop killing… the wall… needs blood…
April 16, 2000
The doughboys have started talking to me… and the wall is now silent, only rumbling when it wants blood. Mr. Fuck's not so bad, but god, I hate Psychodoughboy! Depressing son of a bitch.
December 25, 2000
Hmm… I bought this cute little bunny for Christmas. I like him, he's the only thing that's silent around here… What do bunnies eat? Blood? No… the blood terrorizes it. Something orange… Oh… Right… Carrots. Shit, do I even have carrots? Maybe it will just settle for Skettios?
December 28, 2000
Bunny's dead. I think I nailed him to the wall… Mr. Eff and Psychodoughboy are laughing…
March 14, 2001
"Happy Birthday, Nny… Kill yourself! A year older and still you are taking in unnecessary pain… END IT NNY!" Psychodoughboy told me. Mr. Eff told me that I shouldn't listen to Psychodoughboy. He told me to go kill a clown. Horrid things they are. The two doughboys started arguing with each other. It was giving me a headache. Nailbunny suggested that I go relax and watch TV, so we did.
January 1, 2002
"A new year. A new year for more pain", Psychodoughboy said. Once again, the two doughboys started fighting. I went out for some Chinese food. It's really a wonder where all the money I have is from. I've never worked. It just shows up. In the restaurant, a group of cheerleaders and football players started laughing at me. I ordered my food and paid first, then I walked over to the group, smiling widely. I asked them what was so funny and the just laughed harder. Everything turned red. I whipped out an axe and embedded it in one football player's head. He slumped on to the table and everyone started screaming. I laughed insanely. I pulled out my twin knives and advanced towards the shrieking, scattering cheerleaders. I had fun. After I disemboweled all the cheerleaders except for the head bitch, I picked up my food from the shocked, blood-splattered cashier. I dragged the head bitch home with me and gave her to the wall as a little present. The doughboys were smiling.
July 17, 2002
Hmm… I have new neighbors. A family. A woman who was laughing at a tree, a man who was slouching disappointingly, and a little boy who was clutching his teddy bear tightly. The little boy reminded me of someone, but I don't remember who. This will be my last entry for this book… These last few years… I've never read any of my entries after I wrote them. And I will probably never. All of them… memories that I don't want. I haven't slept for a week now. I didn't want it, I don't need it. Like this book, I have no use for this room anymore. I will barricade this along with this room. Goodbye memories. Goodbye. Having fun, Nny? Stop it. Shut the fuck up Psychodoughboy.
To be continued...