A/N: Okay, Jay is in better mood this week. Didn't update last week because I joined AdultFanFiction.com and BY GOD I… um… My nail is splitting so I'm wearing sticky tape around it. I have really long nails, and don't want them to break because I've never had long nails. I'm not supposed to grow my nails because of Orchestra. Stupid violin.

Disclaimer: 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.

Danielle walked home with Squee that Monday afternoon. The two had chatted to each other at lunchtime, and although the boy was quite suspicious of Danielle still- after all, who wouldn't be when someone lived with an insane mass murderer. But Squee had to admit it was nice to have someone to talk to during school than being ridiculed for talking to a stuffed teddy bear. Danielle on the other hand was just glad to have made a friend.

As they neared their homes, Danielle turned to Squee.

'Do ya' wanna come over some time?' she asked, holding onto Lola in one hand. Squee's face paled slightly as he stared at shack beside his house.

'Um, maybe not…' he replied nervously, biting onto his lower lip. Danielle lowered her gaze, and sighed loudly.

'Oh… Well… Okay, then. See ya' tomorrow, Squee.' And with that, she raced off to her own home, leaving Squee to walk slowly up to his own by himself.

As Danielle neared towards the front door she halted slightly, and placed her hand on the knob. Drawing in a deep breath, she opened it, and peered inside. Twitching slightly, and hugging Lola beneath her arm, she bit her lower lip, and shuffled inside.

'He-hello?' she called. She was responded with a loud crash. Holding back a scream, she stayed where she was, the door swinging shut behind her. Seconds passed slowly, until she saw Johnny enter the front room. Danielle stared up at him, cowering almost.

'Danielle!' he cried, a surprised look on his face. 'Did you walk here?'

The small girl nodded.

Johnny looked about, before motioning for her to follow him. She did, albeit nervously. He led her down to her room, and opened the door for her. Stepping inside, she found her room transformed; where the mattress once lay was a proper bed, with matching bright pink covers and pillows. A dollhouse sat in one corner, and a cupboard stood in another. A fuschia rug lay one the floor and a wicker chair sat next to a wall.

'Oh, wow…' Danielle murmured, her eyes wide. 'This is so cool…'

'You like it then?' he asked. Danielle nodded rapidly. Johnny grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her further inside. 'I placed your clothes in the cupboard for you, and tried to pick a colour scheme that you would like… Most girls like pink, so I guessed you would too.'

Danielle had no idea what a "colour scheme" was but she nodded all the same. She headed towards the bed, and sat down on the corner of it, still surprised at what Johnny had done for her. Swinging her legs, she sat Lola in her lap.

'Thank you, Johnny.' She mumbled, rubbing her hand over her doll's hair. Hearing her slightly, Johnny smiled, pleased at what he had done. It had taken him a while to find everything he had bought- he didn't want anything too old or too young for her. But Devi's advice earlier that morning had helped. Once he found a dollhouse he presumed she would like (a plain white two-story one, five rooms with a pale pink trim), he tried to match things with it.

After that deed was done, he managed to persuade the furniture he purchased the bed, cupboard and chair from to deliver the goods that very day. It took some persuading, but finally they agreed. Johnny guessed it was because he slaughtered one of the salesmen and threatened to do the same to them. Not only did they deliver them within the hour, but he also managed to get them for free. What a joyful day it was for him.

He sat down beside the girl, and watched her play with the doll for several minutes. Finally he spoke up.

'So, what did you do at school today?'

'I got seven out of ten for my times-table test today.' She replied, looking up at him with a smile on her face. 'And the teacher put a sticker on it. Wanna see?'

'Sure!'

Danielle pulled her bag off of her back, rustled through it, and pulled out the piece of paper. Johnny looked at it for a moment, and uncertainly patted her head. 'Very good.'

'Are you gonna put it on the fridge?'

'Ah, sure!'

Danielle only beamed brighter. 'Let's do that now!' She grabbed Johnny's hand, and tugged her out of her room and into the kitchen, leaving Lola on the bed.

The doll lay there for a few minutes, the permanent grin on her face wide and bright. There was a movement under the bed, and soon after, Reverend Meat rolled out.

The Burger Toy turned to the bed, and let out a low hiss.

Lola, get down here.

The Barbie didn't move.

Lola, I said get down here, you damn preppy bimbo.

The Barbie still didn't move.

LOLA!

Oh, fine, fine, Lola sighed, and slipped off the bed. What do you want?

Meat glared at her. When I tell you to move, you do it!

I don't follow your orders, you bastard. Unlike you I don't believe in slavery. Now what the fuck do you want?

Nothing. I was testing you.

Pig's bum you were.

All right, you're smarter than I thought. I just wanted you to know I hate that host of yours.

Danielle? Why?

She's making Johnny more… more…

Normal? Lola suggested with a wave of her hand.

That's the word.

And that's a problem why?

Meat sighed, and crossed to the other side of the room. 'Because our master won't like that.' He spoke allowed.

'Don't you use your voice!' Lola hissed, and tottered over to him. 'Danielle may hear you!'

Meat spun around to face her. "Only insane people hear us, and that bitch of a kid isn't even close to insanity yet. She can't even hear you mentally so why would she hear you properly?"

The Barbie just waved her plastic arm about, her blonde hair swinging down her back, but didn't respond.

Meat watched her. 'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you cared for that human.'

'She's better than the last one I had- that spoilt brat deserved to die. Constantly trying to take my head off. Danielle doesn't do that.'

Danielle's soft footsteps could be heard coming down the corridor, and Lola raced back to the bed. She scrambled back up, and flopped down on it in the position she had been in before.

All the same, Meat responded mentally, she deserves to die.

Or what? Lola asked, her mental voice thick with annoyance.

I'll make her go crazy myself, he responded before going through a hole in the corner of the wall that wasn't hidden with furniture.

'Hey, Lola, Johnny's going to the video store!' Danielle cried, rushing into her room. 'Let's go borrow Toy Story!'

Weeks passed, and Danielle and Johnny's fragile relationship began to grow stronger. Although he still killed mercilessly, and although Danielle still screamed in horror as she watched someone's eyes come flying out when the male strapped their head to tight with a belt, they managed to get along quite well. Danielle's friendship with Squee was also beginning to grow better. He was still wary of Danielle, but all the same they managed to have a fine friendship.

Family Day soon came, and Johnny was actually looking forward to it, in a strange, fatherly way. The Friday it was on, he drove her to school.

As Danielle slipped out of the car, she glanced nervously up at him. 'You'll behave won't you?' she asked, meaning he wouldn't go and take the lives of the other families coming.

'I'll try.' He replied, before driving off. Danielle only sighed, and headed up to the school building.

The morning passed without too many hassles, and by the afternoon the classroom was prepared for the parents to come in.

Chairs had been set up to face the whiteboard where a poster that stated 'Welcome to Family Day' hung up. The parents sat down in the yellow, plastic seats and watched as the class sung a song about families. From where she stood in the second row of students, Danielle could see Johnny sitting on the end of the row of seats. Most of the other parents seemed to be avoiding him.

After the song finished, Miss Franklin addressed the parents, and thanked them for coming. Then the students stood and began to tell everyone about their family. The parents had to stand by their child. When it came to Danielle, she motioned for Johnny to come up to her. The man didn't look very certain, but stood next to her all the same.

'This… this is Johnny.' Danielle began, trying to remember what she planned to say. 'He, ah, adopted me and he's… nice, and… he does stuff. Um… yeah.'

When Johnny was allowed to sit down, Danielle pushed him lightly in the back, and joined the rest of her classmates.

That was embarrassing… she thought to herself. A few of her classmates performed various skits, and a couple even recited poems. It was nearing the end, when Miss Franklin addressed the parents.

'And now, the class would like to put a performance on for you!' she told them in her constant cheery tone. Danielle sighed, and stood up with the rest of the class whom had been sitting on the floor.

Grabbing an apron from a desk that one of her peers had brought in, she put it on, and stood in front of the parents with a few of her classmates. They were going to perform a play the class had written together about a family.

There was a pause as they started.

'Hi, dad,' David, one of Danielle's classmates, said to another student.

'Hi… son.' Richard replied in a deep voice. 'How… was… school?'

'Swell.' David replied.

Danielle skipped in. 'Hi son. Hi… um, husband. I am cooking… ah… dinner! Now.'

'Hi, mum.' David said to Danielle.

'Hi…wife.'

'Hi.' Danielle replied, grabbing in imaginary bowl. 'I am cooking dinner. Mm, dinner. What a fine dinner we shall have tonight. Yup.'

For a reason beyond Danielle, the parents in the audience laughed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Johnny grinning, amused.

The play continued in that fashion, and at one point the entire cast (which was made up of ten students) forgot their lines. Finally, the teacher whispered loudly, and they managed to remember what was going on.

At the end, they bowed, and Family Day was finished. There was a small smack at the end, and Danielle persuaded Johnny to stay.

The classmates mingled about, talking to their friends. Danielle managed to strike up a conversation with another girl, which pleased her immensely.

Johnny watched his adopted daughter for a few minutes, and sipped the coffee Miss Franklin had shoved into his hands.

He stood by himself for a few minutes, unsure as to what to do when a woman crossed over to him.

'You're Danielle's father?' she asked, tucking a lock of mahogany hair behind his ear. He remembered her as being Richard's- the boy who had played the father in the play- mother. She was single, being as Richard's father had moved to Taiwan for business and the two couldn't deal with a long-distance relationship, despite being married.

'Yes…' Johnny replied, eyeing her with suspicion.

'I'm Richard's mother.'

'I remember.' The male replied.

'Oh, yes, the… introductions…'

Johnny just nodded, and turned away. This didn't turn the woman off, however.

'I'm Carmela.' She told him.

'Italian?' he asked over his shoulder.

'No, Greek!' she replied, walking over to face him. It occurred to Johnny that she was flirting with him.

Oh, Christ, he thought.

'So… what's your name?' she asked.

'Johnny…' he responded.

'Oh, is that like a nickname, or something?'

'No, it's like a real name.'

'Ha, you're funny!' Carmela chuckled, and took a sip of the coffee she was holding. There was a pause, before Carmela struck up the conversation again. 'So, why'd you adopt Danielle?'

Johnny stared at the woman for a moment, before grabbing a plastic fork, and twirled it gracefully between his fingers. 'Why not?'

Carmela shrugged. 'Well, she's not really your real child… She's someone else's, and-'

'Should it matter?' Johnny cut her off.

'Well, no, but her parents gave her up. Maybe they would have wanted her back or something.'

'Maybe her parents a dead.' He shot back.

Carmela frowned. 'You don't look much like an appropriate parent.'

Johnny looked down at his attire- he wore what he usually wore; a black shirt, black parents and his boots.

'And what does an appropriate parent look like, pray tell?' he asked, leaning against the desks that the food was set upon. He sat his coffee onto the table, and continued to twirl his fork.

'Well, for one thing, parents don't generally dress like that.'

'Generally, I'm not like most parents.' He hissed back. Johnny had begun to grow angry from the very beginning. Not only had the woman flirted with him, but also she had begun to insult how good he would be at being a parent. From her position in the room, Danielle could see the small feud going on between the two.

'Clearly not.'

Johnny just gave a wild grin. Carmela frowned, and took a small step back.

'Scared?' he whispered, taking a long step towards her, closing the distance between them.

'Now why would I be scared…?'

'Because most people are of me.'

Carmela opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Johnny shoved the plastic utensil into her mouth and down her throat.

'Your voice annoys me, keep quiet.' He snapped, snatched his black coffee, and tipped the contents into her mouth. Carmela tried to scream as the hot liquid fell down her throat, but only blood dribbled from her mouth as Johnny shoved another fork down her throat.

People began to scream, but Danielle stood uselessly as she watched Johnny slowly kill the woman. People yelled and ran about like chickens whose necks had been cut off. But nobody tried to stop him.

As Johnny began to butcher the woman with various knives he pulled from his boots, parents ran out the room with their children. Miss Franklin tried to pull Danielle away, but she refused. Carmela's screams began to grow weaker as she choked on her own blood, and still Danielle only stood there, apathetic to what was going on. Miss Franklin finally gave up and ran out.

As the woman finally died, Danielle crossed to Johnny, and grabbed his bloody hand.

'Come on, Johnny.' She whispered, and grabbed her bag from beneath her desk, Lola sticking out of it. She slipped it onto her shoulder, and led him from the room. 'School has finished, let's go home.'

A/N: I was going to say something, but I forgot.

Oh, yes, I have the urge to write O-Ren/Gogo (Kill Bill) and Lumiere/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast) fics.

Because both couples or so in love with one another.