Chapter 2
He stared at the words on the ceiling hoping they would go away and it would all have been a common nightmare caused by the evil sleep. They remained. "How can she ever be mine in care and devotion now?", he said to himself, "Sure I wanted her to . . . when the time was right but never like that.". He sat there on the floor against the plexiglass entry for hours silently crying at every detail he thought he might have done. Around 8 o'clock the ruminations began to make him sick.
He had to get out, being in that very domicile made him feel sick. He grabbed his coat and ran to the door. Leaping over the balcony and falling to the ground landing on his feet and left hand like a ninja (he thought he didn't deserve stairs). He managed to force himself to the park where he rested on a swing hovering lightly as his shoes scraped the loose dirt and pebbles beneath. After a few hours he had come to a decision. He accepted he had done it. He felt that if one day she said anything she could remember of what happened he would show his complete honesty and win her back slowly but surely.
When he got back in he dead bolted the door and went into his bathroom running a cold bath hoping to wash off the stench of failure. Slipping into the icy waters, not even realizing he forgot to take his clothes off, he dangled his feet out the sides of the tub and closed his eyes as he sank into the chilling waters without a single breath. As he tried to force himself to stay down, his body struggling for air, he thought of Devi. Coming out of her room banging on the glass for assistance for days and days until giving up and slipping out of consciousness and finally expiring as he to wrinkled and molded in his watery grave just 3 feet away unable to attend to her cries.
In his few moments left he opened his eyes beneath the water looking up at the mural of the night sky Devi had painted on the bathroom ceiling trying to have a peaceful vision before he dies. Then something caught the corner of his eye, a tall black figure, standing above him. He arose from the water in surprise as Devi stood before him. Seconds passed as he took in the air that his body had been starving for the vengeful look on her face growing more and more full of malice. " You son of a bitch!",she yelled leaping into the water and holding him under, "Do you have any fucking idea how long you left me in there." she lifted him up for an answer. He just looked at her in shock stuttering as he tried to answer her. "I– I– I'm s-s-sorry" he said still taking in the air. "Oh, you're sorry are you, you skinny white piece of shit. You know you are just like every other guy you know that!" she told him dipping his head forcefully in the water every 5th word. "You come in my room 2 week ago. Saying how much I meant to you and how much you wanted to start over. I forgave you, I still can't believe I did that. You made a video in the kitchen that you wouldn't let me see saying it was for 'Your internal self' or something like that. Then last night we make passionate love in ways I never knew possible and you leave, just like any other guy."
She finished, pushing him back in and going back into her room to change out of her wet clothes. Johnny sitting in the tub stunned at what he heard snapped back into reality and walked dripping into the kitchen looking for the tape that he may have made. Some time later he found it, duck taped underneath the microwave, the words 'watch alone Johnny written in the same writing as on the ceiling. He locked the plexiglass door of Devi's cell right before she was about to come out. Waving a 'stay here' at her still grumpy face. He walked into the living room and put in the tape. A few moments of static passed before he saw himself sitting on the kitchen counter. Just sitting there on the counter staring at the camera threw the t.v. as if staring right into his eyes sitting on the couch. "Hello Johnny C.",said himself with a cruel smirk and little wave.
"We know you haven't followed "our" instructions correctly in the alone thing did you?" Their was an awkward silence while the t.v. him glared at him still more focused as if the t.v. him was right in front of him the whole conversation. "Oh well there is still time and we have prepared for this. Directly under the spot where you are sitting now you will find some tape and a sheet put it over the door where Devi is staring out at. NOW! Time is a treasure.
Johnny quickly grabbed the sheet and tape and covered the plexiglass were Devi sat on the floor with a sour look on her face and rushing back to the couch to see himself watching himself still as if anticipating every step. "Good now we can continue with no witnesses.", he said. Suddenly t.v. Johnny twitched and his shoulders and neck cracked at an odd angle then cracked back to its original form. "Almost time!", said t.v. Johnny as his eyes changed colors. "I'll finish quick, we have come back Johnny. We made a little deal with Senor Diablo. To give us bodies threw you in exchange for the soul of Donald Trump and while we wait for our bodies to be created we have taken over yours to set your life the way we want. So just so you know you have a membership to 24hr fitness, a subscription to mad magazine, your own motorcycle, and if you buy one more brain frezzy you get one free. Neat huh?", said t.v. Johnny with a menacing smirk.
(To the readers: I made an alternate ending for this in case the following ending sucked hairy monkey ass so you'll get your piece of shit happy twisted ending with more gore ok ?)
After an awkward silence real Johnny said,"Wait a minute. . . .Psycho dough boys!" "Yes Johnny it is us Mr. Eff and Mr. Fuck.", said the dough boys from inside t.v. Johnny."We bet you are wondering how you can respond to us. . . .well we anticipated every word you will say so we recorded the answers in a timed situation so it would seem we are having a civilized conversation, pretty creepy huh?" T.v. Johnny's head and shoulders cracked once again more severely.
"Ok Johnny I'm afraid we are going to have to cut the explanation short we have to make the transfer now or you'll explode and we'll go back to the void of boring fucked up nothingness we came from.
(To the readers: ok I'm bored with writing so I'll sum the endings up I'll finish eventuall but until then deal with this. In this ending the Dough boys Mr. Eff and Mr. Fuck were transferred into Devi by making Johnny have sex with her but they could only do it one at a time so after Mr. Eff was transferred Mr. Fuck wrote:
"We did it!" on the ceiling as an symbol of accomplishment then went back to transfer himself in. Devi ended up giving birth to the Dough boys in their new human form which she called them Loki and Lucius. Johnny tried to kill them but Devi called the cops on him and he went to a mental institution.
The Dough boys grew up and killed Donald Trump sending his soul to hell fulfilling the deal. Devi found the tape in an old box labeled: Nny's things. And the Dough boys killed her because she now knew too much. The End
Version 2: T.v. Johnny came out of the t.v. and tried to kill real Johnny who split him in half and the halfs became large dough boys. There was a struggle Johnny won, let Devi out, and explained what happened. She forgave him and they celebrated by having hot sweaty congratulatory sex and lived happily ever after. The End.)