A Little Story About a Boy Named Johnny C.

By Nee Dot Remains

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Disclaimer: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and all related characters and such does not belong to me, it belongs to Mr. Jhonen Vasquez. But considering this is the Jhonen Vasquez section you already knew that. So please continue.

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+CHAPTER+ONE+

It was late at night. At least, considered late by any number of people with normal sleeping habits. Hell, it could be considered late by those who have horrid sleeping habits. But for a boy named Johnny C., it was not late, for he had no sleeping habits. He had non-sleeping habits. Johnny sat on the floor of his bedroom and stared. He stared at his movie posters, and his comic collection, and other random possessions one might normally have in his or her room. 'Something is wrong' he thought to himself as he stood to stretch out his legs, for he had been sitting there for quite some time. 'This poster does not go on this wall, but on this one.' Johnny pointed to show himself this mistake. He began to set out on a quest to retrieve a chair from the dining room to fix this problem, when he spotted another poster out of place.

"Hmmmm..." Said he as he took a step back to examine his walls as a whole. "I believe somebody has been in my room."

+That's right Johnny. We have been in your room. I think the balance is better with your Edward Gizzardhands poster on the wall next to you window. Don't you agree+

"Yes, yes. I do see it now. Very nice! I-" Johnny stopped and shook his head.

"Don't try to get me to talk to you by doing nice things. Mom says I need to stop talking to you. Mom says you'll hurt me. I know mom is right, because she's a psychiatrist. She said that if I make you go away I won't have to take that disgusting medicine anymore. So... ummm... go away."

+Ohh, now Johnny-boy, I would never hurt you. I just want to be friends! Hello, I'm Mr. Fuck. See? That wasn't so bad.+

"That's a bad word. You shouldn't say that. I'm going to go get the soap. Ummm... though I don't know where I'd put it."

Johnny crossed the room to his bed. He arranged the pillows against the wall and flopped against them.

+Nny, do you remember your father+

"Don't call me that. Only mom can. And she said he's gone away."

Mr. Fuck laughed and it echoed around in Johnny's head. It's an odd sound having a voice in your head. Like sitting in a tube at MacDougal's play area and speaking aloud.

+You're mother told your father to leave. She didn't want him to interfere.+

"What are you talking about Mr. F-" Johnny paused and thought for a moment before asking. "May I call you Mr. Eff?"

+Sure, sure. Now, why do you think I'm here? I'm here because your mom wants to turn you into a mindless zombie.+

Johnny laughed and grabbed the pillow next to him, throwing and catching and throwing and catching.

"Zombies don't exist Mr. Eff. Zombies are only in movies. Mom said so. You lie a lot. You shouldn't do that either."

+How do you know your mom isn't lying+

Johnny missed the pillow and it fell onto the floor. 'What if mom does lie? Nooo... she wouldn't. Would she? No. Never. Mr. Eff is the liar.'

+I'm not lying Johnny. Your mom is and you-+

"STOP IT!" Johnny stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Mom mom isn't lying! She Isn't!"

Mrs. C. scrambled into the room.

"I told you to make him go away..." She went to her son and hugged him. He was crying now and the sleeve of her sweater was littered with spots

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Hello all you readers,

This is my first story in a very long time. I hope the next chapter will be much better than this one. Sorry if anything is misspelled. I'm not very good at spelling. Oh, I never did mention this, but Johnny is about nine years old here. I tried to make it show a bit. I dearly hope it worked...

Toodles,

Nee Dot