A/N: Wow, I sure as hell haven't updated this for a while. So I am.

My thumb is so ugly because when I burnt it, it got blisters and they went POP and yeah. I don't want to finish that sentence because I can't be bothered.

This disclaimer is cool. Because it can be: I don't own any of the characters that are owned by Jhonen Vasquez. Because I'm not him, bless his soul. But I do own any character's you don't recognize, such as my original character.

Warning: Wow. I don't know. This contains violence and swearing… And probably some other things that I haven't thought of just yet.

Breakfast consisted of a tin of spaghetti and a tall glass of water. Danielle seemed somewhat put off at the thought of having spaghetti for breakfast, when her failed dinner was meant to be the same thing. Yet she soon realised that was all there was to eat in the house, and she soon gobbled up the meal as if it was so be her last- heck, it could have been for all she knew.

As the day progressed, Johnny learnt that Danielle soon grew uninterested in spaghetti. He couldn't pinpoint the exact time when he figured that out, but he guessed it was when Danielle groaned 'Is that all you've got to eat? One more bite of the s'get, and I think I'll barf'.

It was getting close to midday when Johnny decided it was time he went grocery shopping. He hadn't been shopping for anything other than a quick snack such as the occasional Brainfreezie or a packet of potato chips for quite some while, and he was unsure as to whether he would have enough money for anything more than a snack. When his victims finally passed on, the male knew they wouldn't need their wallet anymore, so he went and took the money from it. It could be classified as stealing, yet in his mind he figured they wouldn't need it anymore. And he was right, they wouldn't.

Telling Danielle to stay where she was- she was currently reading one of the Squee's books- he pounced downstairs and into his basement. In the uppermost section of it, he pulled back a slab of concrete. Inside lay a somewhat large shoebox, and as he lifted the lid, several wads of cash were revealed. Pulling a few notes from one of the piles, he pocketed them, replaced the lid, and pushed the concrete back in place. Letting out a low breath, he headed back upstairs, his hand in his pocket. When he returned to the living room, he found Danielle where she was before, still reading. He cleared his throat, and the small girl looked up with a start.

'What's wrong?' she asked quietly.

'We're going food shopping.' He replied, the words seeming foreign upon his tongue. 'You can't tinned spaghetti forever…'

Danielle just nodded, and stood. She dog-eared the page in the book she was reading, set it on the floor, and tottered over to the male. He led the way to the front door, allowed her to go through first, and followed. He didn't bother to lock it.

Danielle walked towards the car, and waited for Johnny to follow and unlock the car doors. Within minutes, they were driving along the road, heading towards the 24/7. Danielle busied herself with tuning the radio station, breezing over the frequencies until she found one that suited her. The car soon screeched to a halt outside and both people stepped out. Leading the small girl towards the store, the entered silently, Danielle taking everything in. Johnny wondered if the girl had ever been into such a convenience store before.

She began to wander off, and Johnny let out a loud whistle. 'Follow me.' He ordered.

Danielle nodded, and just followed obediently. They passed a couple of the aisles until they arrived at the tinned section, row after row of canned foods waiting to be opened. Johnny grabbed a few cans of spaghetti, and allowed Danielle to pick the rest. She took much longer than the male, but soon grabbed a few cans of soup, a tin of corn and a tin of beans. Johnny had to help her with the last few tins.

They carried the goods up to the counter, and before the cashier could begin to swipe them, Johnny rushed off to the ice cream section. Snatching two icy poles, and returned.

'These, too.' He said shortly, and waited for the man behind the counter to tell him how much everything cost.

'Seventeen ninety-five' the man croaked. Handing over twenty dollars, Johnny waited for the change, and grabbed the plastic bags. Surprised that nothing wrong had happened, he let out an amused noise. Danielle, walking beside him, was confused. She held the change in her hand, and as they reached the park car, she looked down and began to count the money.

'Sir…' she began slowly, as Johnny loaded the car.

'Yeah?'

'The guy short-changed us…'

Johnny raised a brow.

'I beg your pardon?'

'The man behind the till- he… he only gave us a dollar and seventy-five cents…'

Johnny slammed the boot shut, and frowned, ignoring the fact the ice pops would most likely melt. 'He did, did he?'

'Er, yeah… Y'know, it doesn't matter, it's only thirty cents, you can just let it go.'

The man's brow narrowed, and he glared at the shop. 'They always fuck me up in one way or another.'

Danielle scurried back, pressing her back against the passenger door. 'Sir, you know-'

'And stop calling me sir!' Johnny bellowed, his fists clenched into tightly. 'I mean, am I teacher at your blasted school? NO! For FUCKS sake, must you call me that? AND STOP YOUR CRYING! GOD!'

Danielle slunk down the car, and landed with a soft 'thump' at the bottom. 'W-Well, what d-do you want me to call you then?'

'Johnny. Just… call me Johnny.' He hissed. Danielle nodded. Turning abruptly from the girl, he started towards the store.

'Where're you going?' Danielle called quietly.

'To teach this fucker a lesson.' Johnny bellowed back, and entered the store, pulling a knife out of his boot at the same time.

A/N: Yeah, yeah, this chapter is SO crap I think I'll die.

But please, review. I just wanted to re-start this fic once again.