Sorry guys that it's been such a long time since I've updated anything, sorry! I've been on vacation (a.k.a. HELL RIDE) to northern Texas to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with my hill-billy cousins and relatives from my mum's side of the family. Despite the fact I never got to finish anything for the story, never finished a bloody paragraph of my book (Dracula, by Bram Stoker), and that I was on thebrink of insanity with my shitty yougner masculine cousins. I'm okay now... thank you, My Chemical Romance.

Time to answer peoples! Yay! Here I go:

invader tom: Yes, we all love Squee, don't we my dear? Tee hee... nyah ha! I'm freakishly hyper, despite how late it is here, where I sit and type and you are probably reading. Anyways, yes, I love Squee too... though I personally have to say I'd rather get down on all fours in a dog colalr and leash for le Anti-Christ... hoorah for Pepito! Neee... And, I think Shmee's cute. Once you look past the whole deicving, pushing Todd to the brink of insanity and the whole "Set them on fire!" thing, he's adoreable! No, I'm not morbid, I'm just a little girl who likes tedyd bears. Nyah. But yes... HE DOESN'T SPEAK LIES... alright, to Nny he does, but... thaz not le point! Anyways,I hope you're enjoying this! Tune in for later stuffs, please!

QOTSAfreak: Interesting penname... mind I ask what it stands for? Nuuu!... I ish glad that you seem to like this so much... and YES! Everybody loves chainsaws, chainsaws to every humanoid who has ever been called a freak!Ah yes, that would be entertaining... nyah ha... anyways, be here laterz!

icekweem23: Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! This is the point where I become freakishly flamboyant and mentally skip handing everybody dead carnations! Do you have any idea how special I feel that I am on my favorite author's "Favorite Authors" list? I know I sound like one of those damn fangirls for Johnny Depp or something, but still... I am freakishly flattered. Chee! Felix is wuvable? Though I haffta say, no matter what reviews I get, I'm probably always going to see my writing as a piece of crap... especially this chapter... nuu... I'm poetic? That's new, I suppose... I feel so speshell now... tee hee... yes, I spelt it that way on purpose. Calculations! In-characterness! I feel so special... I feel like I can fly right now... but that wouldn't good, 'cause I'll probably get hit with a rogue jet or something... that's never good, I suppose. I have made a friend! Though, I wouldn't blame him for being scared right now as he read this, but yes! Another Beethoven fan! Hooray for the Ninth Symphony! (sway sway) Yes, Beethoven is a God... a dead God, but, a God nonetheless. I've seen your writing skills, you would do freakishly well if you wrote a JTHM fic! In fact, that would be immensely kick-ass... No, rants are always valued on the reviews. It gives me something else to respond to, and that allows me to stay up longer. Yay... I hope your holiday was well, and tune in for more please! By the way, your Mr. Gosh Angsty Poem was awesome... I printed it off and hung it on my wall. I feel like such a bloody fangirl... I go mentally crucify myself for punishment of sinking so low.......

Lady-night-shade04: Don't worry, honey, alot of people have been looking for it. I now how egotistic that sounds, but, yes, there have been previous humans who've been searching for it, so, yea. You read the Thanksgiving one!? Yay!... And, I'm glad to be back, thanks for the welcome-back thing. Yay! Although this reality is already freakishly insane, even if I'm not here to help it... nuu. I'll tell my dad that one of my reviewers said happy birthday, thanks! He won't ahve a clue what I'd be talking about, but I'll tell him anyways!

Thanks you guys, this is most excellent... although my dad's pissed. Maybe that birthday greeting from Lady-night-shade04 will improve his bitter mood...

Enjoy the crappiness, my people!

CHAPTER 5: Secrets Revealed and Tacos

Drenched in gore and what was unmistakably lifeblood, Nny swayed to the mental hymn of Ode to Joy in the backseat of a yellow taxi that had just so happened to be hovering in patient wait before the entrance of that horrible night club. He held his bag in newborn reassurance, thinking over the previous events, swaying to the melody of Beethoven in his enigmatic little head. He felt so special at the moment, and his unique sensation was only just as immense because he had received a free ride with which he absolutely deserved for his deeds of exterminating unworthy souls of the animal-like humanoids. Oh, how special he felt…

But of course, as we, the authoress and the reader probably both know, this was not as satisfying to the driver, who was situated in a less-than-insane perspective. The true story is what we are all looking for, after all. The fact was that he was being driven all the way from the vile night club to his cul-de-sac because he had swiftly slaughtered a man before the driver's naked eyes, and the lanky man had threatened to replace his bowels with pudding cups if he did not get to House 777 by 7:30, by paying less than five dollars.

Heh... All that matters though is that in Johnny's perspective, he was indeed very special. Special enough to receive a free ride home! ((A/N: Hooray for free rides!))

Finally, the dandelion-hued vehicle slowed to a pleasant halt in front of the face of the shack-like home of Jonathan Colt. He pushed the car door open, whistling along with the internal beat of classical instruments while shooting a sharp glance around his shoulder to ensure that all of his possessions (including that helpful, inspiring little screwdriver) were located safely in the pockets of his bag. He chuckled as he recognized the weight of his knapsack ((A/N: Jesus, I despise that word…)) while idly readjusting the strap one last time. He tilted his head and inclined his neck stiffly to the right to catch better sight of the ashen-faced driver.

"Um, I apologize for the whole, er… 'Gutting your bowels out and replacing pudding cups' scenario," he expressed, somewhat oblivious to how the man's features managed to pale even more. "But, I needed a ride home quickly, so, I've decided that I should give you at least a ten doll-"

"Keep it!" the driver gasped, horrified expression pearlier than ever. Before Nny could politely argue against his statement, he had slammed the door shut, his Harley Davidson boots were pinning the gas pedal down, and the yellow vessel was already zipping away down the street.

Johnny sighed. He honestly needed to work on his people skills…

He stood there for a moment, head titled up to admire the light blue sky that was so moderately fading into cerulean to an appealing hue of violet, signaling twilight's coming. There were absolutely no clouds drifting lazily in the heavens that day, or, technically, soon-to-be night. Suddenly, a realization reaped into the back of his mind: How long had he been out? Say, he had left at about maybe one-thirty, or two o' clock A.M. last night, and it had to be about six or seven o' clock right now, shouldn't it?

Choosing to ignore these realizations, he once more altered the position of the backpack strap once again over his bony shoulder, his lanky form slinking sneakily to the entrance of his domain. His skeletal fingers latched around the doorknob as he gently shoved it open, squinting his right eye at the irking groans of the aged hinges.

To his genuine astonishment, his first sight was a vacant couch, instead of the pale figure of Felix. He half-expected her to be perched there watching television, or to be laying on the couch napping, perhaps even hear her boots scuffling across the kitchen floor as she was attempting to make toast. But no… she wasn't in sight range, as far as he could tell.

Dropping his bag his backpack with a faint clunk echoing off of the messy floorboards, Johnny meandered across the untidy chamber just in case if she was there… not to his immense surprise, he saw she wasn't hiding herself.

He inclined his head to the right slightly, left eye twitching occasionally (yet spontaneously). She could not have gone that far… after all, her black bag which she seemed to value so immensely was lying right there on the crumbling arm of his sofa. Sighing, he sat himself down on one of the flimsy cushions, his slender fingers massaging his eyelid-veiled optics. The Doughboy's were not whispering in his head, not that they had been for quite a while, but, still… Nailbunny, who was also isolated in silence, was quiet as Reverend Meat was… basically, he had nothing essential to do for the time being, and there were no distractions… Finally, he had been rewarded with the well-deserved peace and—

"Hello, Johnny!"

Quiet.

The pleasant circles that were massaging over his eyelids immediately ceased their circling, as he allowed both of his hands to drop completely upon his bony knee. He allowed one eyelid to whip open, the retina swiveling around to catch Felix's pale head poking around the corner cartoon-like, a soft smile playing on her face. Perhaps, too soft of a smile…

"Hullo, Felix," he greeted somewhat stiffly, titling his head so hers was in more of a typical angle.

"Where were you?" she inquired with what seemed to be genuine curiosity, gliding around the corner to sit a little away on the ground. She blinked innocently. "You were gone when I woke up, and all afternoon… where were you?"

Nny blinked, suddenly recalling how she had randomly murmured his name in her what did not seem to be very peaceful slumber. That previous memory still disturbed him greatly. He sighed, and rocked his light weight into a standing stance. "I went for a walk," he answered somewhat casually, crossing his arms behind his back.

Felix arched her thin eyebrow doubtfully as she leisurely curled her thin legs closer to her body and embracing them to what seemed to be a comfortable posture for her. "You went for a seventeen-and-a-half hour walked covered in lifeblood?" she asked doubtfully, very well keeping her voice from quivering in newborn fright.

That statement had ultimately caught him off guard. He blinked, and glanced down at his apparel before sitting back in his former perch on the sofa, and relieved a long, deep sigh. He had completely failed to recall the lifeblood that was splattered all over his Z? Shirt and he suddenly commemorated that a fragment of cerebellum was clinging a lock of his raven hair. Grumbling slightly at himself for not doing anything about it before he had returned home, he shifted a malicious eye to the girl, whose position had tightened a wee bit more.

He was not entirely sure how to respond to not only the unexpected statement, but to also why she was not reacting the typical way that most humanoids did when they learned this darker side of the homicidal character. She was inexplicably calm (almost annoyingly calm), though he could have sworn that he caught a shiver racking her body gently as she forced her gaze upon him with steady eyes. Her mouth was pursed into a thin, evidently nervous line, her brown-eyes narrowed not only with suspicion, but also for the purpose of hiding the obvious gleam of fear twinkling in the center of her eyes.

"I looked around the house, for once," she explained somewhat quietly, abruptly cutting off the awkward (and slightly ominous) silence. Finally averting her gaze to some minor horror laying somewhere in the room, she continued, "I think I have finally seen everything when I see rotting limbs decaying in the washroom while they dangle and sway morbidly from their rotting fingers above the bath tub…"

Johnny tilted his head while listening to her proclamation. Those things are still there? He mused silently to himself, blinking.

He leant slanted his position forward to conceal his creeping right hand, which was so sinisterly seeking out the metallic zipper of his backpack. Silently, his skeletal fingers were clipped over it like a pair of sturdy pliers as he inaudibly began to unzip it. "Hmmm… why did you not call the police?" he asked, internally skipping with glee that his voice ruled over the bag zipper.

"I was afraid to call for help," Felix responded honestly, glimpsing at him again. Some of the fear that was previously dancing in her irises, he noted, had dissolved. Not enough though to cease her occasional shudders, unfortunately. "And, well, I knew that you would recognize it as my doing anyways, so… what point is there?"

His progress of receiving the knife had slowed slightly, but he continued interrogating her anyways. "Why didn't you run away?"

"There was no one and nowhere to go, except home… and I don't have enough money to keep me from becoming a hobo before I got to my parents' house."

"Hmmm…" Johnny took his limb instrument completely away from the bag, head inclined to the right in wonder. She was not lying, he could tell that much; her retinas were twinkling and unblinking ((A/N: I had no intention to make that rhyme slightly. Sorry…)), an almost-sure symptom of honesty. She was terrified of him, he noted casually, and of course she was aware of what he truly was now… but, she was still annoying tranquil about it, or seemingly tranquil.

Felix studied him carefully, managing somehow to withdraw her thin legs even closer to her body. This was it… she could definitely tell by his skeptical expression that her demise was near, that the Reaper himself was probably lifting his Smiting Scythe aimed at the base of her spinal cord, or to her jugular vein… Johnny will sweep out his screwdriver, or dagger or some sharp instrument and end her life, she knew it… She swallowed sadly, mentally whispering Goodbye to the material world, turned her head over onto her cheek upon the surface of her knees, patiently waiting for freedom…

"So, what did you do all day while I was gone?"

She blinked. Immediately all fear washed away from the newly dumbfound female. She blinked again. "Eh?" she asked dumbly, continuing her surprised quick eye movements.

"What did you do today?" Nny replied, rising to his feet once more.

Daring not to question why he had not lashed an invited Death upon her doorstep ((A/N: Nyah, strange personification…)), she swallowed back some of the saliva that had built up in her throat through nervousity, and shrugged limply. "I made friends with the little boy next door," she answered, still somewhat astounded that she was not slaughtered. "The boy, Todd, you know--"

Johnny tilted his head and looked over his shoulder with a maniacal grin stretched across his features. "Squee?" he said, cackling with immense amusement.

"I guess so," she replied slowly, arching a brow questioningly.

There was an awkward silence.

Finally, with Nny's insane grin the only lively aspect in the melancholy chamber, Felix suddenly broke the silence once more. "Are you hungry?" she inquired randomly, still watching him interestedly.

"Not really," Johnny sighed, maniacal gaze shooting upward towards the ceiling lamp. "Well, actually… no, yes, no… wait, yes, no, wait, hmmm… well…"

"I was thinking that I could go out and get us some tacos from Taco Hell or something," she half-suggested, half interrupted while straightening her legs out in front of her and leaning back on her supporting, thin arms to heave her up onto her feet.

She had just got herself into a proper balanced standing stance and was in position to skip over to the couch to receive her yellow-black jacket, but was once again surprised when the unpredictable Nny was already striding towards the front door. "I'll get them," he volunteered, his tone ringing with uncanny cheerfulness, sending a chill of uneasiness up the girl's back.

"Ya sure?" Felix asked uncertainly, once again stricken dumb.

"I'll be back later," he said conclusively, and before Felix could reply, the crusty door had clicked behind him, and the sounds of his muffled boots clumping down the concrete pathway soon faded away.

Once again, she titled her head, not too sure of what had just happened. She had discovered the truth to the morbid Johnny, the guy she lived with and whom just so happened to be a homicidal maniac. She confessed, and was waiting for her non-existent death-wish to be fulfilled, but instead, was greeting with a casual interrogation. Interesting conclusion…

She blinked, and sat back onto a lumpy cushion of the couch, twitching slightly. She knew she was going to lose her sanity eventually… this sucked. With trembling fingers, she fumbled for the remote and clicked the red power button, watching the black screen of the idiot box swirl with color again. "I'm not safe here," she croaked, cupping a hand to her forehead.

Suddenly a random realization popped in the back of her little mind. "Won't the Taco Hell dude notice the gore on his clothes though?" she mused to herself, tilting her head at the creep aspirin commercial.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. Drop a review. Bye guys, I'll try to update the Thanksgivingo ne! Bye!

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