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.
He watched the dark world outside slowly pass him by through his wood plank covered window. Nny knew nothing made sense, and that nothing mattered in his shit invested world, but what he wondered was simple: did anything ever make sense? Or perhaps it was him who just didn't make sense, and everyone else was correct.
"I'd say it was that you're horrendously insane" A voice hissed.
"That is always an option"
He spun around, slamming his back against the stilted window and cracking them some. Just because he might be a bit crazy, didn't mean that was the answer to everything. Something began cackling from the far corner of the dusty, grimy room.
"It ALWAYS is the answer! You're fucking speaking to yourself, Johnny!"
"And it's your entire goddamned fault!"
"Perhaps, but soon enough I won't need to"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Not a thing, not a thing…" And all was silent.
"FUCK!"
And he ran out of the house without a glance back. By now there was slush from snow covering the earth. It looked quite pretty against the normally dull brown dirt of the earth. He grinned viciously, yes. It was quite pretty. And pretty was something just to distract him. Nny began to stomp all over the snow, crunching it harshly with his black boots. It sprayed and clumped against his feet as he growled and trudged on the offending frozen flurry.
"You waste my time, miserable watery fiend!"
And with those ruthless words of violence towards the harmless surface freeze he began his journey to the mall. He suddenly was in the mood to see some form of life besides himself, and the three other parts of himself that spoke to him through various objects. Soon enough he was in front of the large and stinky crowded place and trotting up the steps hastily.
"Maybe I can get an ice suckie in the Poop Court" He smiled small to himself, now content to have a mission and motive for this trip. Suddenly, his operation was cut short when he saw sight off little Todd "Squee" Casil sitting alone next to the Poop Court, looking ready to sob.
"Hello, Squee" The young boy looked quite nervous to have the homicidal maniac standing over him and closing in.
"Hi crazy neighbor man" He said calmly, squeeing in the process.
"What are you doing here?"
"Mommy said to walk here and try to get kidnapped"
"Again? What a miserable little bit—"
"SIR!" A large, greasy mall-cop yelled, "SIR AND CHILD!" He waddeled over, huffing and puffing frm the ten foot walk.
"WHAT?!" Nny screeched in his face.
"I, uh. Just wanted to say that you can't stand around here" He took a sip of coffee and messed with the tazer in his hand.
"Why not?" Squee interjected, looking scared.
"Because this is a NO STANDING zone, son. Don't force me to remove you from this here mall by the force of my tazer" He pointed his tazer at a "No Standing" sign.
"I'll show you force, bacon boy"
"Excuse me, sir?" The mall-cop looked shaken up from the hiss of threatening words.
"I said: I'll show you…FORCE!" And Nny brandished his own tazer.
"Oh, so it that how it is, sonny? Fine then. Lets dance"
"I DESPISE DANCING, YOU FOOL!" Without another moment's hesitation Johnny had launched at the disgusting piece of lard-cop and landed his tazer on the man's fat jiggly neck meats.
"Dancing is fu—" Suddenly god-knows how many volts were pumped into his over-plusly-sized body. He screamed loudly, neck jiggling and face turning a deep intense blue-purple color. Then suddenly as his fat gyrated, his face exploded in a fury of repulsive flesh and blubber.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" And poor little Squee ran off, practically drowning in mall-cop flab juices. Nny watched the small boy's retreating back with interest for a moment. Looking behind him, he hissed at all the staring passersby. Then without another glance he strode out of the crude, despicable mall and swore he was the only sane human left.