First and foremost, Thanks should probably come first, starting with

Krystin: I do thank you for trying to help, but only one of the Doughboys came out, the one whose name is Psycho Doughboy. The other is Mr. Fuck (AKA Mr. Eff), who is seen later this chapter. Just to let you know. All this was gotten from the JTHM Director's Cut bios.

L: I have. Thanks for review.

Hippie: Oooo. I'm creepy. I like that my writing is creepy. Thanks.

Zak: Thanks for review, and here's a little more insight on the guy.

Chapter 02: ATHM

House 777

"What the hell are you doing here Psycho Doughboy?" Johnny asked, looking to the swirly eyed ghost from his past.

"Oh, just helping to do my master's bidding." D-boy chuckled.

"Yeah, okay, you seem way too happy. Aren't you supposed to be getting this guy to, you know, kill himself?"

"And why would he do that?" came an angry voice from the darkness that D-boy had entered from, this time accompanied by a pair of soulless, white eyes.

"And enter, Mr. Fuck." Psycho Doughboy laughed.

"Shut up!" the second doughboy yelled angrily. He looked to Johnny. "You want to know why he's so damned happy? Because this time around, we're only here to keep this Ashe guy company!"

"Oh, stuff it, Eff!" the new homicidal maniac shouted, pushing past Nny. "You're just jealous of my power!"

"It isn't fair!" Fuck shouted, jumping up and down. He then stopped, looking to Johnny. "I never thought I'd say this, Johnny, but I miss you. At least when you were around, I had a chance at freedom. But now… the Wallcreature, as you named it. It will never make me any stronger. It won't need to." He looked to Ashe. "Not now, now that it has its perfect puppet."

"Come now, Eff. You know the Master and Ashe are very equal partners."

"Yeah. We work harmoniously." The baseball cap wearer chuckled darkly.

"Excuse me! Former psychopathic killer in the dark here!" Nny shouted, waving his arms in the air. "A little info, please!"

"You want info? Fine!" Fuck shouted. "When you died, Johnny, the Wallcreature escaped into the oblivion you created. However, it was smart enough to leave its influence in another Styrofoam figure like us."

"Reverend Meat." Johnny said, his eyes wide as he remembered the Bub's Burger Boy.

"Yes, him. Anyhow, after you left, the Wallcreature was able to rebuild itself, but it was still trapped behind the wall.

"And that's when Ashe moved. It was about a year ago, and Johnny, believe me when I say he already gave new meaning to the word loner. He was the new Waste Lock for this house's evil. The only difference, D-boy's master knew what would happen when he died. Back to the oblivion. So, instead of having us try to get Ashe to kill himself-"

"He gave me the power to do anything I want here on Earth, in exchange for the monthly use of my body."

"What!" Nny exclaimed, his eyes almost shooting out of his head.

"It's not comfortable, mind you, but renting my body out is a small price to pay for the power I've received."

"You're an idiot." Johnny stated simply, angering Ashe. "To think you're any more of a slave than I was. You may think you're in control, but only cause you're going along with that damned Wallcreature's plans. But if you ever tried to leave-"

"I won't." Ashe cut in, and Johnny found he was holding a new knife. "But I think it's time that you do."

Outside, Squee had left his room, worried about Nny. He held Shmee close to his side. "Come on, Shmee, we need to help Johnny. It's like Pepito's mom says, 'we have to take-'"

At that moment, Nny came crashing through one of the boarded up windows, rolling as he hit the ground. Todd's eyes were wide as he stared at the unconscious Nny, a blood pooling around a slash in his side.

"Jo-John-J-JJ-SQUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Dear Die-ary

Things have definitely gone wrong. I believe there's a new one. An new slave to that cursed Wall. What's worse, it can get out now. Wat do I do, Die-ary. Do I try and help this new guy? Or do I just forget about it? Do I let him suffer? Suffer the way I did.

No. That isn't right. I know the hell he'll eventually end up in. I mean hell on Earth, not the one I may or may not have visited. At any rate, I have to help him.

I'm writing this in a very painful state. That Ashe guy, he sliced me open. Not badly though. I've done worse. Hee hee. Squee, he's changed. He got me into a wheelbarrow, and he's taking me somewhere. He's braver than he used to be. A lot br…

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To be continued…