(Uh…. Yeah… I read some reviews and I decided after a few minutes of rubber Johnny noises (http/ and muttering about all you basterds lying to me, that I'm gonna try to write.. I just get in these places in my life where I get lazy and I can't sleep cause I can't shut Clarence off…Please don't ask… Smoogi is putting him in one of her stories cause its just so funny that damn hippo… anyway… Nothing matters to me now… and I'm lazy and kind of like a little kid again… but I'll get better again… NOW I TRY TO WRITE!)

Squee just continued to squeeze Nny tightly and sob into his shirt, soaking it with a disgusting mixture of blood snot and tears. Jhonny just waited, his arms wrapped awkwardly around the boy, keeping most of his arm off of him. All this physical contact was freaking him out.

"Uh… okay Squee…. That's enough…" He dropped his arms to the side and tried to pull away from the small boy clinging desperately to his chest. "That's enough Squee…" He said again, just in case he didn't hear him the first time. He pulled back but Todd came with him, he wouldn't let go.

The child had been deprived of this kind of attention so much that when he finally got ti, he didn't want to let it go. Jhonny, looked around the room confused and terrified, "Squee….. Come on…let go…" pushing the boy lightly, he heard a small whale come from the boys throat. "Hey… I said that's enough… now let go already!" These words came with some force causing Squee to let go immediately.

Jhonny scooted back from the boy, making just enough distance that he felt comfortable. Todd looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself. "Nny… Do you have a bedroom?" (No… its nothing bad.. he just needs a place to cry… No horrible pedophile sex….)

"Um… I think…" He blinked oddly, looking around for where his bedroom would be. "Its that way I think.." He pointed down a hall and watched as Squee stood up and stumbled away, trying to muffle his sobs.

Jhonny was left alone in his house again, left to his own devises. He could hear a voice, it sounded far away, but it wasn't Todd's voice. It was coming back, the house was fucking with him again, or maybe it was just that the house had left such a huge impression on him that he couldn't help but lose it here.

He stood up quickly and rushed out the door, he would try to deal with all that later when he felt like it. Walking over to Todd's old house he entered the busted window. He looked around the room, examining the scene.

Sighing deeply he starts to clean up, grabbing the small child's cold hand, and dragging it down the stairs, its head thumping loudly down a few steps before the body simply fell down the stairs. Johnny stopped and stared at it a moment before trying not to snicker, it was kind of funny watching a little dead girl fall down stairs.

He grabbed the kid by the arm and drug her down into the underground tunnel he had used so many times before. He looked around at the many skeletons, it was slightly chilling, but at the same time it felt like home. He threw the girl into a pile on other bodies and went back up to do the same thing to the father.

But when he went up to bring down Todd's mother he noticed that threw her shattered and bloody face, she was still breathing. It was more of a rasping gurgle then a breathe, but it still meant the same thing, that she was still alive. She no longer looked human, she almost looked like some kind of red slimy bug. (If you ever saw someone with their face smashed in you'd know what I was talking about.)

"Huh… " Jhonny muttered, studying her face intensely, it was odd how much he liked it though. It felt so much more natural, untainted by the look of that basterd species we call humans, it just looked so primal and grotesque. Suddenly, the woman began to gurgle, like she was trying to talk.

He heard a 'Help' somewhere in her fish noises and just looked down at her with an unchanged expression. She was almost pitiful, sickeningly pitiful, she had to die. So Jhonny just began to kick the rest of her face in, the pointed pits of his boots stabbing into her brain.

She was soon dead, and he just drug her down with the rest of them.

He turned all the lights off in the house, locked the doors and windows, then he left.

(I found a pic of me when I was little… I look so angry though… and yellow.. I am always yellow…)