This is Theo once again. How strange it is that no one seems to like this story. Oh well, tuff shit. I'm writing it anyway. ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: Same as before, and the one before that. I do NOT own JTHM or anything else related to our favorite psycho. I only own the idea for this fic.

WARNING: If you haven't figured it out by now…SHAME ON YOU ALL! Violence, Language, Adult Situations, and possible Sexually Content contained within. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Chapter 3 – Misplaced Aggression

"You did WHAT!"

Tenna asked in disbelief once Devi concluded the events that took place earlier that evening.

"Why would you go to him if he's the one who's be scaring the shit out of you?"

"I don't know Ten! Maybe I needed to overcome my fear of him. Perhaps to prove to myself he can't hurt me anymore. I don't fuckin' know."

"I'll tell you one thing Devi, if it weren't for the whole, 'I'm unsure about what he'll do' thing, I'd swear you still have the hots for Nny."

Devi felt at though she was going to project vomit. And if she does, she would aim for the woman sitting in her living room.

"Don't disgust me more than I am already Tenna. Sure, I liked him before the knife attack. Hell, we'd probably be living together now if he didn't go insane on me."

"See? Case in point. You're in love…"

A pillow flew through the air and struck Tenna's head. Tenna was about to laugh and start up a pillow fight, that is until she saw Devi holding that paint can threateningly. Tenna simply slumped into the couch, hoping to avoid anything else thrown at her.

"I'll shut up now."

"Damn right!"

Devi lowered the paint can and crashed into the recliner.

"I don't know what I'm doing anymore Ten. I was so scared of going to Nny's place, but I went anyway."

She rubbed her eyes as exhaustion began to make itself known

"Maybe I wanted Johnny to end my misery tonight… I can't grasp how fucked up reality really is. And the fact that I'm going Nuckin Futs isn't helping!"

"Don't you mean Fuckin Nuts?"

"Not exactly."

Devi buried her face in her hands in obvious frustration. Frustrated at herself, at Tenna, at the world. Frustrated at EVERYTHING!

"You know what you need Devi?"

'If you say it, I swear to God…'

Devi waited and sure enough, she didn't need to wait long.

"You need to get out more."

"You have no idea how annoying that advise it. You say that every time I have a problem!"

"But it's the truth. Isolating yourself from the world isn't going to make it change. You need to take the time to find the best the world has to offer."

'I'll be damned. She CAN have a decent idea in her life span!'

"I can't waste my time like that Tenna. I've got work I need to do."

"But I haven't seen you work for almost a month now."

"Exactly my point. Something's keeping me from doing what I need to do."

Tenna took Spooky from her pocket and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Spooky and I both think that you're over exaggerating."

"Am I really?"

Devi asked sternly. If she could, she'd burn that skeleton toy of Tennas to ashes with her glare alone. GOD how she hated that thing!

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Nny leaned against the wall of his home. His Happy Noodle Boy comic long since finished, Nny had to work on another project and it came in the form of his Die-ary. With pen in hand and an unreadable expression on his face, he wrote:

Dear Die-ary!

The human emotions that impel others are far from glamorous. Tonight I did not expect HER to visit me. It is rare for a victim to forgive their attackers. But then again, forgiveness is also a strange concept of the human mind. Shit. I'm reading too much into this. I am not as cold as I had hoped to be as I write in this book, but I cannot cast off my emotions as easily as I thought I could. I can do without passion, desire, loneliness, and other such things. But they haunt me far worst than the thing behind the wall ever could. What I wouldn't give to hear Nailbunny's intelligent voice of reason right now.

Nny thought for a moment. Why did he experience a tinge of happiness when Devi was in this room? Maybe his fantasy of a better world, of people he would like is coming true. But then again, his hand always hits the glass instead. But now that there is no glass, perhaps that transparent barrier will not stop him. He hoped.

'Don't try and fight your feelings this time Nny. You cannot unlearn what you were born with.'

"Damnit Meat! Your silence was a more welcomed guest! And I had dared to hope we had parted ways forever. However now it seems I am in no more need of you. But I'm guessing that you still need me correct?"

'You can toss me out as many times as you like, ignore my voice until your ears cave in. I'm always near you.'

"You have no idea how much I want to shove you down a blender right now Meat. For a while I had my own individuality. No arguments with my internal voices."

'It wouldn't have lasted long.'

"I am grateful however, you weren't here earlier. Otherwise I would have torn you apart."

'Idle words Nny. Idle words.'

Nny gave the small man the 'one eye wide and one eye half closed' look. His way of expressing his confusion, but also showing his dangerous side as well. If Reverend Meat was not careful, the little man would most likely end up in the sewer in several pieces.

"I am in no mood for your company Meat person. Now go away, before I force you away."

'Do I hear anger in your voice Nny? Good. Even if you deny it, your feelings are bluntly shown. Let them control you…'

With no sound, Nny spun around, his arm slashing across the room, and from his hand came the knife in which he had with him this night. Instead of piercing Devis tender heart, the blade impaled itself in Meats head. Meat screamed in pain at first as the cracks in his face ran down to his body.

"GODDAMNIT TO HELL! I AM NOT LONGER A FUCKING SLAVE TO ANYTHING! I AM MY OWN MASTER AND I'LL DO WHAT I WANT FOR MY OWN REASONS!"

Meats anger and pain was then replaced with laughter. Though pleasant to Meat, it was very unsettling for Nny.

'How kind of you to vent your anger upon your feeling center Nny. Truly a man of his determinations to rid himself of all that would please the normal man. As much as I enjoy your displays of misplaced aggression, I am saddened to find that I am the target.'

"GET USED TO IT MR. EFF WANTTABE!"

As Nny moved closer to Meat, his famous smile curved across his face. (You know the one). Meat remembers that smile and his laugher died as realization struck him as to what Nny was planning.

Next door, Todd, also known as Squee, wet his bed at the sounds of someone screaming in inhuman agony.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Hope you enjoyed. More JTHM in the next chapter.

Until Next Time

Theo.