I do not own Johnny The Homocidal Maniac, I don't even come close to portraying a one mister Johnny C. the way Johnen Vazquez can.


You're Always A Slave To Something:

Chapter Three: Insights:

They proceeded back to house 777, and decided that it wasn't really safe for Devi to be alone. Or Nny, for that matter, since this guy had decided he knew Johnny, but he abominated the idea of constantly having someone else with him, as Squee had suggested. But then again, Todd knew he wouldn't like it.

"No. I simply will not stand for it. I MUST have my privacy. Unless you'd like to come downstairs into the basement(s) with me..." he said, clearly implying that Squee travel into the depths of the multi-floored basement of the 'house of heaven'.

"Um..." Squee said, eyes squinting in decision. He was older now. He knew Nny would never hurt him...But could he watch the man mutilate and torture, and of course, kill other people? Sure. Why not. "I'd do it, if it meant that you'd stay my best friend." he said, almost in a way that challenged Nny.

Johnny's jaw dropped open slightly. Todd. Frightened neglected kid who squeeeeed when he was scared. Would stay in a basement and watch him as he tortured people? "Uh, you DO know what I do down there, don't you?"

"No, Nny. I thought all those years of people shrieking was you getting laid." he said, sarcastically, blinking his eyes.

Nny couldn't help but laugh at that. "Ok. Well, if you REALLY think you're up to it....." he said, raising an eyebrow, and smiling devilishly. Not that he wanted to seem evil about the whole thing, just he hated to abjure, especially when it came to letting other people in his house, even if it was only Squee.

"I can do it. Ok? You're the only friend I've got. I intend to keep you."

"What happened to Shmee?" Nny asked.

"I think the author forgot about him. She hasn't mentioned him in a while. ::glares at computer screen::"

"So what if I did! Its mid-term week! Give me a break!!!!" Screamed the author at the computer screen.

Nny blinked. As did Devi. They looked at each other. "Well...That wasn't weird at all..." she said.

"ANYWAY..." Johnny said, giving Squee a strange expression, "You can sleep where ever you want. I doubt you'd like to tell your parents that you're staying here for a while, seeing how they really didn't get a high score in the caring department."

"Yeah. She's gotten worse, Nny. Like...I don't know. My mom. She's taking more and more pills. Now she's using ketamine." he said, "Injecting it. With needles. Nasty needles, that she uses over and over again. Its disgusting. I hardly ever leave my room anymore. And my dad...We'll just say I haven't seen him in almost three months. Neither of them care. I've just been taking money from my mom's purse, and my job pays alright, for minimum wage." he said, "I get my own food. I have no idea what the hell she does for food, but I know that if she doesn't eat something sometime soon, she'll die. Not that it would impact my life that much. Or my dad's for that matter. God know's they haven't touched each other since I was concieved." he said, running his fingers through his hair.

"...Ketamine? Thats an elephant tranquilizer. I've used it on-Well, nevermind that. But what is she doing using an animal tranquilizer?" Nny asked, almost completely ignoring the whole of what he'd said.

Nny knew most of what went on, and he had enough problems of his own. He didn't need to become some psychiatrist and take on the problems of other people. He had his own to take care of. So far, he was doing very well for himself voice-free. Not even Nail Bunny. And he was perfectly content this way. He'd thrown out Reverend Meat quite a while ago. Everything was going great. Well, great in the standards of what was great for Johnny C. Considering what he used to think was great, this is almost...Did he dare think it?...Heaven. He wasn't a slave. That was what created his ability to help Devi with her problem. After all, that was his expertice. Killing people. But this time, it wasn't out of the need for blood to paint some stupid wall in his house. He was doing something for someone else for a change. This made him feel good.

"She's a drug addict. What do you think she's doing with an animal tranquilizer?" he said, almost bitterly. Over time, he'd officially grown to hate his parents. "My aunt is a vet and gives it to her. I don't know why, and I don't really care to."

"Y'know, if you really want them gone...I could make a visit and you could have the whole house to yoursel-"

"Haven't we had this conversation before? In all seriousness, I would love it if one day they just evaporated, but you can't KILL them." he said.

"Why not?" Nny said, honestly confused.

"Ah! Nevermind!" he said, exasperated.

Nny was one of the smartest people Squee knew but sometimes he could be a little...dettached from the way things are done within the mind of an average joe. Not that Todd was average, but then again, it went by what your standards of normal were. He'd grown up thinking that having a Scary-Neighbor-Man next door was normal until he'd gotten a little older. And even though he hadn't considered himself normal, he didn't abet the things Nny did. Sometimes Squee wondered why police didn't pick up on this.

A sentiment often shared by Devi. How could so many people just...'disappear' and never be reported as missing or anything? Relatives? Lovers? No one noticed all these people missing? Sometimes the way the law was so obscenely lazy and whatnot was so sickening.

"Ok. Suit yourself." he said, walking into the kitchen. Devi folded up the blanket she used. It was itchy, but it was Johnny's, and that made it safe and special. And there was a little blood on it. And it was fuzzy, and gray. But, once again, it was Johnny's. So it was alright.

"Nny?" she called into the kitchen. She put the folded blanket on top of the pillow that was also 'hers'.

"Yes?" he asked, his pale head peeking around the corner.

"Um, if you don't mind, can we go to my house real quick so I can get some clothes and get these back to you?" she asked, referring to his clothes.

Maybe she didn't like them. Maybe they were uncomfortable. After all, they were mens' clothing. He couldn't really blame her. But he thought they were comfy. Well, that was him. Everyone was entitled to their own feeling of comfort.

"Sure." he said.

"Ok. Whenever you want." she said, still feeling slightly uneasy. But, she supposed anxiety was a normal emotion considering what happened. But there was also that added stress of being with Johnny. She had contemplated asking him if they could get her clothes for about ten minutes. She didn't want to impose, but she supposed it was inevitable. If she hadn't said anything, he would've had to give her clothing in the morning. If she did ask, that meant he'd either say yes or no. Or possibly have a fit, since the day was not starting out that nicely.

"Sure." he said, fumbling with something in the kitchen.

"I'm coming." Squee said.

"Sure." Johnny said, still fiddling with whatever mechanism was in the kitchen. Devi didn't even want to guess.

"Did he even hear what I asked?" she whispered to Squee, who shrugged, taking a seat next to her on the couch.

"Sure." Johnny replied out of the kitchen, his attention now completely comsumed by something else. Whatever it was he was working on, they supposed.

Neither of them really wanted to interrupt him, but they did want to get going. It was only around 12, but they didn't want to risk the sun burning out, or imploding, or some freak natural accident like that. They really didn't want to be out when the dark came.

"Sure." Johnny said, distantly. However, no one had said anything to provoke the answer.

"Uh, Nny?" Squee asked, "Can I burn your house down?" he asked, testing.

"Sure." Johnny said, absently, and Todd rolled his eyes. Then, Nny walked hastily out of the kitchen with some contraption that looked like it was meant to go on someones head.

"Whats that for?" Devi said, mentally kicking herself for even asking. She wanted to be able to sleep tonight, without nightmares.

"Him." he said, his thoughts finally collected enough to maintain a conversation.

"Who?" she asked.

"Donovan." he said, spewing the name like it was poison. She really wished she didn't ask. "We'll get to your place in a little while. Just let me set this somewhere that makes it noticable." he said.

"Ok." she said.

He came out of the basement, and they were off. In no time, though, they were back. Blood all over the backseat of the car, where Squee had to sit. He couldn't sit still the whole ride there, or back. He hated the whole 'infectious diseases' thing that were in the back of this car, this, this.....dull, smelly, crusty, deteriorating car.


AN: Getting tired.......very sick......I think im ...gonna... die.....lol sorry if it kind of sounds a little long-winded. I'm delirious, and this is just kind of coming to me as I type. lol i think i might have the flu..ugh, WHY?! Reveiw...I think, in johnny's words, I'm "going to projectile vomit out of every orifice" so i'll write more later......ugh...........::turns green::