Title: I Hate Everything

Author: Rotten Stardust

Rated: PG-13

Summary: A series of the things Nny dislikes most.

Note: Review, or don't. I'll wind up writing anyway.

"I fucking HATE myself!"

"Never heard that before" He scoffed.

"Screw you, insolent Styrofoam!"

"Ouch, that one stung…"

"…That was the point"

"If all you're going to do is mope, just kill yourself already, Nny"

"Hm, maybe later. Right now…I'll go get a taco"

And then the lanky, sickly pale-yellow skinned man was off to fetch his black trench. Throwing it over his black and white stripped t-shirt; he slung a backpack over his shoulder. An eerie grin spread over his face, eyes bulging with satisfaction. Tall black boots clunked heavily on the broken dirty wooden floor as he practically leapt out the door way, flinging the chipped and barely hanging on door shut with a loud crash.

"Fucking doughboys…fucking humanity…fucking sufferance" Nny huffed to himself. Walking quickly, as if racing to find the Taco Smell before someone else, he decided to make this a pleasant experience for once in his miserable, fruitless life. Kicking the small pebbles out of his way on the grey side walk he wished it was people flying out of his way into the darkness of the street and bushes beside him.

"No, no…NO" And he tripped over a particularly large stone, flying face first into a bush, screeching about the injustice of all rock Dom.

"Without fail, something on this earth poisons the ground I tread once outside!" He stomped out of the bushes, and began his short trip to Taco Smell once more. Staring at the ground, watching the threatening and insane rocks to make sure they did not once more try to ambush him.

"Fuck you, Mr.Rock! I NO die!"

Within minutes Nny was safely inside, away from all the crazies and Mr. Rocks on the tough streets of the neighborhood. Sitting down on the cool white chair in front of his deliciously greasy, disgusting, chuck full of God-knows-what taco he began to devour. Savoring the taste of what was probably man-flesh and mild salsa, he replayed the day's events in his head. Skinning the neighborhood children, and then running about flapping it at the wall so the bits of blood splattered on it. After that, he had met up with a new friend and gouged his eyes out with the utensils he was selling door to door.

"Heh, metal sporks…"

Finished with his taco, he stood and went to throw his trash away. From behind, someone knocked into him, sending all his taco grease-flesh remains to smush into his chest. Silently and seething, he dropped the tray and let it fall with a loud clatter. He spun around to come face to face with a small, pudgy little boy.

"Hey, man" He looked dirty, and had white stuff dripping out his blued nose.

"…Hi" Nny hissed, grabbing a near-by knife from his coat.

"Yeah, I soooo am" He blinked, cocking his head to stare at the freak-boy.

"How old are you?"

"Last time I knew: eight"

"Eight? What are you doing here, worm baby?"

"I was looking for s'more sour cream to shoot up…"

"FOOL!" He grabbed Billy by the collar of his filthy jacket, lifting him to they were eye to eye, "You don't DESERVE to live!"

"…" He blinked slowly, and then looked at Nny with glazed eyes.

"What do you have to say for…," He raised his switchblade, "Yourself?"

"…" And then suddenly the freak troll sprayed projectile vomit all over him. Nny hurled the hideous little child, sending his careening into the wall opposite as he sputtered out curses.

"What the FUCK?!" Nny screamed at him, at his side in an instant, blade flying deep inside little Billy's mouth. He vomited more, this time a thick deep crimson instead of the chunky green from before.

"AAAARRGGGH!!" He pulled out the knife, and then stabbed any part of the little boy's flesh he could aim at in such a blind rage.

After a few moments of watching the bleeding Billy, he grew bored and skipped out the door humming a quirky little tune to himself. From inside Taco Smell, a loud crash could be heard.

"FUCKING ROCK!"