( Author's Notes: Oh no! School has started! You know what that means! …eh, I'm exactly the most diligent person with keeping up with this story anyway. Anyway, if any of you readers frequent the Harry Potter section here, I'm sure you've seen plenty of stories like this upcoming chapter. However, here you'll actually get to see them get what they deserve. Isn't that GREAT?!!?!one!!? Of course it is. )

It had been a few weeks since the last incident, and since then, Johnny had (thankfully) not encountered any more "strange" people. He had only recently brushed the girls off as nothing, just another horrible day in his life, did only God-knows-what with the bodies, and moved on. However, he knew that his karma was never very good, and that something would, eventually, come along and ruin the peace.

How right he was.

Since the incident with Raven, leaving the house had not been a favorable prospect for Johnny. Not that it had ever been, but he simply didn't want to alert any more frightening people to his home. If no one knew he even existed, save for little Squeegee next door, then they wouldn't bother looking for him. Except for the occasional shopping for necessities to keep him alive, Johnny stayed inside, keeping busy with Happy Noodle Boy and driving the voices away from his head.

The only downside to staying inside was that it stifled Johnny's creativity. His latest project was "Happy Noodle Boy's Family Reunion," which he was almost finished with. Normally he could spout off any random, crazy idea from the top of his head and a comic would be born. But since he was no longer around humans, his inspiration was certainly lacking. Sighing, Johnny dipped the pen into the inkwell to finish up the final page when he heard a knock at the door.

"Shit. Girl Scouts again? I thought I scared them off months ago," he said, standing up from the box of nails he used as a chair and peeking out the window. He couldn't see a troop of little girls carrying cookies, but rather a tall, black-haired girl who appeared to be looking at a piece of paper. She raised her fist and knocked again.

Johnny found it sorely tempting to just leave her standing on the doorstep, but she didn't appear as insane as the other girls. In fact, she looked practically normal, except for her clothing. She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with white stripes on the sleeves, a black and purple skirt, fishnet tights, and a pair of boots that were strikingly similar to Johnny's. But in his eyes, she appeared perfectly ordinary. With a hint of caution, he cracked the door and peered out warily at the girl. "Yes?"

"Um, hi. Is this house number 777?" the girl asked nervously.

Up close, Johnny could see she had a ring of eyeliner around her brown eyes. He pointed a long, thin finger at the tarnished plaque beside the useless doorbell. "Obviously."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, great! And you're Johnny, right?"

The door opened a crack wider. "Yeah. If you don't mind me asking, who the hell are you?"

The girl blushed, and rubbed the back of her head, laughing nervously. "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Jenny. I heard about you from this little boy I had to babysit once. What was his name…Todd?"

"Todd?" Johnny opened the door fully. "You mean Squee?"

"Yeah, him. Anyway, he told me about the 'scary neighbor man' next door and showed me a picture you'd given him. He told me your name was Johnny, and it triggered something in my mind. You see, I vaguely remembered someone named Johnny from when I was younger—"

Johnny raised a hand. "Enough. I've heard enough. Listen, I've had a lot of fucking crazy experiences in these last few weeks, and I'm not mentally prepared to face another one. If you are, somehow, related to or know me, please go away. Thank you." And with that, he slammed the door in Jenny's face.

As soon as he turned around, he heard her scream "Is this how you treat your own sister?!" It was enough to make him fling the door back open on the spot.

"Sister? Damn it, not you too—"

Jenny pushed Johnny back, forcing herself over the threshold and into his living room. She grabbed his arm. "Yes, you little fuck, sister. Don't tell me you don't remember your own twin sister?!" she yelled, her temper flaring. If anything, she did resemble Johnny in that manner.

"No. No, I don't!" Johnny shouted back, wrenching his arm out of Jenny's grasp, giving her a cold glare. "If I even had a sister, there would be another person in the world who is as fucked up as I am! You are—well, my first impression was that you were somewhat normal, but with all these abnormal coincidences going on lately, I refuse to believe you're normal now. So I'm giving you one last chance to get the hell out of my house."

He turned around, intending to let her find her own way out. However, he felt something clutch onto his leg, causing him to stop in his tracks. He looked down and saw Jenny attached to his left leg, with tears running down her face.

"Please, Johnny, you have to remember me! The Dark Mysterious Past™ we suffered together! Don't you remember when I used to come into your room at night and we'd talk? Or when we played jokes on everyone else at school? How we both excelled in art class and tied for the top grades? Come on, I know you remember!" she bawled, hugging his leg tighter.

Johnny's frustration knew no bounds. He took this as a good opportunity to poke her face with the toe of his boot as he shook her away. "No, damnit, no! Don't you realize that none of that applies to me? I have no dark mysterious past, I wasn't some stupid person who played jokes on others, I never had any family—especially one as fucked up as you—and I wasn't the kind who would let someone in my room at night!" No sooner had he shaken her away, she came crawling back to his leg.

This was getting out of control. Johnny looked around for the closest heavy object he could hurl at the girl, which happened to be the box of nails he was sitting on earlier. With a wicked smile on his face, he picked up the box with surprising strength and brought it down on Jenny's head. Nails exploded everywhere, leaving scratches and punctures in her skin. She screamed and flailed about, immediately releasing herself from his leg and driving some of the nails deeper into her skin.

"You see?" Johnny said coolly, standing over Jenny with a look of mild amusement on his face. "You see what would have happened, had I had a sister? She would have ended up in your condition long, long ago, if she was lucky. If she wasn't lucky…well, she would've ended up the way you're probably going to end up."

Jenny's eyes widened in fear. There were trails of blood beneath her eyes that made it appear as if she were crying blood. "You…fuck…you can't do this! You're insane!" she yelled, backing away from Johnny with the appearance of a deer in headlights. When she reached the wall, she painfully tried to stand up—anything to get her away from this psychopath.

"Really, that's old news," Johnny said, reaching behind his couch and pulling out a lead pipe. "You see, normally I would be spewing forth my rage and anger at you, but I've begun to expect these sort of things lately. You're not the first who's come here and tried to get closer to me. I've grown bored with this sort of thing." He began to make his way towards Jenny, raising the pipe menacingly.

"No! No! No!!" screamed Jenny, doing her best to hobble away from Johnny's advances. "Leave me alone! I'll leave, I promise! Just don't hurt me!"

He lowered the pipe for a minute, giving Jenny a bemused glare. "I wonder why everyone says that when it's too late?" His expression soon changed from questioning to furious as he swung the pipe and struck the side of her head with a sickening thud. Jenny fell over, nails pushing deeper and deeper into her body, landing into a pile of blood. She still had a shred of consciousness left as she looked up at Johnny with one last begging glance.

"Really, I admire your perseverance," he said. Thunk. The pipe came down for once last blow, putting Jenny out of her pain-filled misery and putting her out of Johnny's life.

He casually tossed the pipe over his shoulder, and noticed that Jenny had left the door open. The piece of paper she had been reading from had drifted into the living room and had a couple of blood splatters in the upper corner. Intrigued, Johnny picked it up and read it aloud.

"'Johnny C., 777 Park…'...ohh." He looked from the paper to Jenny's body and back. "Looks like she went over one street too far. That guy lives on the next street." Shrugging and smiling to himself, he crumpled the scrap of paper and threw it to rest with Jenny.