Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. I own Christine though, no one else wants her anyways..
Once upon a time, Johnny had a friend.
A real friend. A strange thought but it's true. Her name was Christine, she is now but a long forgotten memory.
Once upon a time, Christine would visit Johnny. They were always talking about something or another. Sometimes having small conflicts on who was right. It was never anything bad though.
Christine would try her hardest to make him smile. Trying new tactics to make him happy. It hardly ever worked, but when it did, it was worth all the effort.
Once upon a time, Christine would sneak out of her house to come talk to Johnny. He would hear someone knocking on his window and know immediately it was her. Her greeting was always the same: "Hey Johnny, nice night. Please don't push me out the window." They would stay up all night playing some kind of board game she had brought or watch TV. The most common game was with a Ouija board. Johnny didn't really believe it was paranormal. But Christine always insisted that there was something about the game that wasn't meant for mortals.
Christine was never able to look Johnny in the eyes and talk to him for the whole conversation. She always seemed distracted. Sometimes she would talk at him, not to him. Johnny didn't mind too much.
Once upon a time, Christine would sing for Johnny. Each time it was a different song. Sometimes in French or Italian. When he asked her what the songs meant, she would shrug and tell him she wasn't sure. She would tell him that she just liked the sound of it.
Once upon a time, Christine would invite Johnny to go places with her. On an occasion they would go to her house. It was only in the garage where she kept her guitar. He never actually saw her room. She told Johnny that she had cats. Johnny couldn't be around cats.
He was content with listening to her practice her guitar or singing. Christine never got good grades. She quoted a movie once: 'Only love and music are forever.' Johnny didn't quite agree with the love part. Christine then went on to say that she was perfectly capable of living in the "real world" even though her grades weren't that great.
Once upon a time, Christine made a bet with Johnny. If he won she would put away her cats and let him see her room. If she won he had to sing for her.
She won. Johnny didn't want to sing. He hadn't tried before and didn't want to make a fool of himself. Johnny protested but eventually gave in, a bet was a bet. Johnny sang. He had shut his eyes not wanting to see the look on her face. He warily opened his eyes to see Christine dancing around the room.
Once upon a time, Christine would cuss a lot when angry enough. Johnny would laugh when she was mad at something stupid. When she heard him laugh she would usually stop and smile. It was rare to see him amused.
Once upon a time, Johnny had a friend.
Once upon a time, this friend died.
Christine had angered the wrong person. At her funeral not many people were there. Her mom and dad had the nerve to fight at their own daughter's funeral. Johnny was not happy about that. They had been seperated sense Christine was two, but they had no right to be so disrespectful. He was crying over her casket. Johnny knew that Christine hated it when he cried, but for some reason he couldn't stop.
Once upon a time, someone mocked Johnny for visiting Christine's grave.
Once upon a time, Johnny killed his first victim. And he liked it. Not only did he get vengeance, but he could've sworn he heard Christine snickering.
Christine is a long forgotten memory of Johnny's past. They were sixteen at the time. Now everything's changed. Johnny doesn't remember her at all. But for some reason he is always compelled to visit Squee by knocking on his window. Johnny thought this was a bit strange but then shrugged it off. Time does not exist for Johnny anymore. By the looks of it, he guesses he's about twenty-three.
Johnny sits on his couch and writes in his diary when he hears a knocking sound.
"Hey Johnny. Nice night. Please don't push me out the window."
Johnny dropped his pencil and looked up to see a transparent girl leaning against the TV.
"Christine!" She disappeared.
Yeah...I liked it. I don't know about you people though. Christine's back. Review if you want another chapter. If not I'll continue writing for myself until I find something I like o0.