By animeninjaNIPPON
Three hours later, Johnny was up again. He lay stretched across the floor with a pile of unfinished "Happy Noodle Boy" comics to his right as he wrote in his Die-Ary.
Dear Die-Ary, I think that I'm lonely again. I fucking HATE feeling lonely. But feeling connected to someone is ten times worse. People...just keep taking away from my empty shell. Everyone I cared about just tore away from me, expecting more, always wanting comfort I could not give, not understanding that I can't give...
Johnny twirled his pen around in thought, then scratched out the last line. I WANT to give, he rewrote. I WANT to feel, but I can't, Goddamn it! Why don't you understand?
"Hey," Rev. MEAT interrupted, "isn't that the commercial you like?"
"Huh?" Johnny perked his head up. "Oh yeah...it is..."
He abandoned his written musings in favor of watching that commercial where the whole family gets diarrhea. After all that time, they were still airing that advertisement - it was clearly a classic.
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The rain had ceased, and a few streets over, Todd Casil (better known to Johnny as "SQUEE") slept peacefully with the tattered remains of the stuffed bear he'd had since childhood. Although he had moved from his childhood home, his parents had not managed to dump him with any relatives or social workers, and thus he was dragged to an even shittier Hellhole to carry out his sentence of adolescence. Now he lived not so much as an angsty teen, but more of a jaded teen, sublimating any misery he had into his notebook of writings and drawings. Somewhere in his soul, he knew his parents resented his existence, but he chose to look past it for lack of a better life.
Squee did remember Johnny - remembered being terrified that the scary neighbor man would chop him up, or something along those lines. For some odd reason, it seemed like that man was trying to help Squee at times, and although he had attacked Shmee, he never actually hurt Squee...shown the kid some gruesome things, maybe, but never harmed him.
Come to think of it, that man he saw in the 24/7 that day looked a good deal like the homicidal maniac, with the strange boots and the brainfreezy, and the torn and bloody clothing -
Squee's eyes shot open in terror.
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Back at the "Heaven House," Johnny paced down the steps to one of the chambers that once held many of his deserving victims, but as of now, held only one.
"Look," begged the half-dressed, balding man, "I dunno what the fuck I did to you, but if you don't let me go, I'll call the cops!"
"Oh, but I can't let you go." Nny smiled a deranged smile. "You'd alert the police as soon as I let you go. Not that they could ever find me, 'cuz I never get caught."
"I'll call them right now!" he threatened. "Oh shit, that's right - I'm CHAINED TO A WALL!"
Brandishing a medium-length knife, Johnny swiftly sliced through both of the man's wrists as though slicing through a cloud. "Now you're not."
The man screamed in horror as he looked at his newly dismembered hands. In another deft blow, the man was decapitated.
After that ghastly business was done, Johnny headed up the stairs again. As he did, he could have sworn he heard a high-pitched shriek coming from the house next door, but he dismissed it as yet another manifestation of his pathos.
End of part two