Shmee; Bear of Doom

Two Reviews! I feel so loved 3 Anyway, due to a mix of popular demand and the fact that I was kinda' working on the second chapter anyway, here it is.

As for this title, I just wanted it to involve Shmee... Because Shmee is awesome...in a derranged-evil-absorbing-bear kind of way...

"Should I go check on him?" Johnny asked himself aloud, his teeth biting at his lower lip.

"Of course you should." Responded a familiar voice.

"You don't know what I'm talking about Nailbunny."

"Of course I do NNY. You should go check on Todd." Johnny blinked a few times, his expression quizzically examining the tiny floating rabbit head.

"It's creepy when you're psychic." Johnny stated blandly as he started downstairs (he had fallen asleep upon the floor near the basement door.)

"You keep forgetting that I'm part of you..."

"I'm going to check on Squee." NNY said simply, ignoring the rabbit's final remarks. Just because it was true didn't mean that he had to acknowledge it. If nothing else, that was a reason -not- to acknowledge it.

It was an interesting thing, to see Johnny this upset. His expression and exhausted eyes were filled with concern. His little neighbor was the closest thing he had to a friend, a human one at least. "If they've hurt him..." He began, but he didn't finish. He couldn't. He did not consider the fact that the dead would have harmed Squee, the poor innocent Squee. He seemed incapable of accepting this more or less because he did not believe in the possibility that ghosts would be capable of physically harming Squee. Heh, perhaps -that- was why he began running mm? ((That being a bit of irony there, because it was stated that he did not believe that they could hurt him, yet still NNY ran out of concern...Just a little author's note for the sake of me thinking that I would not be clear)) He sprinted through the tunnel that had been dug, exceptionally thankful that he had made it large enough to stand and walk (or in this case run) in. Johnny neglected sneaking upstairs to the main floor, he simply continued to run.

"Stop making so much noise!" Yelled Squee's father from the study. "It reminds me you exist!" Ah, the familiarity of it all. He hurried further up, to the second staircase and down the hall to where Squee slept.

"Squee?" Johnny called in a whisper, somehow remarkably remembering that he was in someone else's house. His narrow fingers extended, grasping for the doorknob with a sort of anxiety. The knob turned, slowly at first, but once it was opened Nny did not hesitate in pushing it open.

"N...Nny?" Questioned the overly sleepy voice of Squee. (It was, after-all, just after 2:45 in the morning...) A bemused smile rested upon Johnny's lips as he approached the bed. Squee sat up straight, frightened it seemed.

"Hello." Johnny whispered, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"...What do you want?" The small boy asked cautiously as he stifled a yawn. Johnny blinked a few times, how could he explain it?

"I wanted to check up on you." Was the response he went with, though it followed a rather lengthy pause.

"Shmee says you had a bad dream. I heard you screaming." Johnny glared at the bear, tempted to rip him from Squee's hands and tear his filthy lying head off... Though this time he had told the truth... Meh, minor details.

"Well... I did." Was all that Johnny could find to respond with, his tone heightened slightly just in case the bear decided to spread more wicked lies.

"I'm glad." Squee whispered, Johnny raised an eyebrow, wondering why on earth this boy would want him to have nightmares. It seemed rather odd to him. "Not just because you have nightmares..." It was creepy when Squee was psychic too. " but because I've been having bad dreams too." One may think that this should have been shocking, but Johnny seemed less than disturbed. He knew that small children had nightmares, and that he had them every time that he slept. He and Squee were bound to have nightmares at the same time at some point.

"Are they really bad, bad dreams?" At the question Squee cuddled closer to Shmee.

"Really bad dreams."

"Dreams can't hurt you though." Responded Nny reassuringly, patting the boy on the head. 'Unless of course your dreams are premonitions of ghosts, but in that case it really isn't the dreams, it's the ghosts that control them, so I suppose my logic is okay...' His thoughts were rather amusing to him, but he hoped that the younger boy hadn't been able to hear them. It was absurd, to think that the boy could have been able to, but still, one never knows.

"The zombies said they can." Johnny laughed a bit, smiling his wicked grin that can only be considered a smile when it isn't malicious.

"Zombies eh? You can't listen to a word they say, they speak nothing but lies."

"Shmee says they're going to kill me. He says that they're mad at you and that they're going to kill me." Squee bit his lower lip, then continued chewing it thoughtfully as he pondered his next few statements. "Shmee says that they're gonna' make -you- kill me... Shmee says that you're evil and that he's going to absorb you after I'm dead." Squee glanced down at the bear for a few moments and sighed. "He says you smell funny too." This took a while for Johnny to intake, but after it all sank in he held nothing more than contempt for that demon bear. ...He did not smell funny.

"Do you believe that lying, filthy, conniving hellspawn bear?" His words, of course, not being bias in the slightest bit. (Sarcasm)

"I don't know. I don't think you're evil, you're just bad." That response was for Nny a mix between amusing and offensive.

"Squee." Began Johnny, he was finally starting to show signs of concern about the dreams. "Tell me about your dreams."

"Well... I start out in this strange house. It's empty and I can hear screams from the basement. The windows are all boarded up, and this big wall is this deep red. It's like the color is going to just swallow me whole. This scary looking doughboy thing always finds me when I think I'm going to be sucked in all the way. He tells me where Shmee is. Tonight Shmee was upstairs. I went to get him like usual, but when I did... I went upstairs to the bedroom and there, lying on the bed, is Shmee. He gets up, walks over to me, and then something big and heavy hits me on the head" Squee stopped suddenly, his eyes wide and terrified were fixed upon the doorway. "D-D-Daddy..."

"Who are you?" Came a voice, a very familiar one, the one that had so frequently yelled profanities and other degrading remarks at Johnny's friend. Nny flashed Squee the same malevolent grin that stretched from ear to ear and then turned.

"I'm an angel." Johnny stated simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You don't look like an angel."

"If I looked like an angel I would have seventy hobos climbing on me, begging for wishes. Now go back downstairs and leave your son and I to talk or I will use my holy magic and summon God(tm). You don't want me to wake him." It was a rather amusing threat, truth be told, but even more amusing were the series of arm/hand gestures that followed. They were intended to look 'mystical', and in a sense they -did- work... Yet in the same regard it was all quite ludicrous.

"You're right."

"Of course I am, I'm an angel." The man nodded and turned to leave. Once he was gone and Johnny heard his footsteps creak the last creaks that signified that he was once again in the lower hallways he laughed. "Squee, is your father always this mentally disabled, or is it just the way he is at 3 in the morning?" Squee shrugged, cuddling closer to Shmee still. "So anyway, on with your dream. You get hit on the head..."

"And it hurts... Then I wake up and I'm hooked to this thing and it drips this red stuff. It looks really weird and Shmee's too far away for me to reach. I always start crying after a while because he's calling for help and then tonight you came out of my house... You start screaming. Then I wake up and I hear you, and you're really screaming."

"But you were talking about zombies!"

"Yeah, there are zombies all around in my dreams. This time they were all around. I guess the dream-you couldn't see them, but they were all around the grass. They all crowded around you and you looked at me... Then when I couldn't see you anymore, that's when I heard you scream." Squee blinked. "Why do you want to know?"

"How many were in the yard?"

"I asked my question first... but...there were...about...fifteen? I'm not sure..."

"Fighting zombies is bad, but fighting zombies you can't see..." Thinking out loud when there are small children present is never a good idea, but especially not when the small child is Squee.

"Johnny!" Squealed Squee. "What's going on!"

Here, my children, we have reached a milestone. Someone has asked Johnny the Homicidal Maniac what is going on. What makes this remarkable? Someone being killed in the immediate vicinity is not the reason why. Amazing.

Yeah, so the chapter wasn't complete, still isn't, but I ended it in that way so that I can listen to people rant about how everyone is out of character...

FYI for those that intend to flame about Johnny being out of character...

I know, shut up.