By animeninjaNIPPON
The television flickered off and the room fell silent. Well, silent for two seconds...
"Listen to me, Nny."
Johnny whirled around to face the darkness. "Did you do that...?"
Rev. MEAT ignored the question. "You don't have to take my advice, but you should..."
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Dear Die-Ary, Johnny wrote, more and more voices are telling me... He crossed out "voices" and replaced it with nothing. I remember Devi, and I told her why we couldn't be together. She got pissed, but not because I couldn't see her... If I had succeeded in immortalizing the moment that night she asked me out, none of this shit would be happening now.
Johnny paused his pen on the period of the last sentence, creating a giant inkblot. Then he skipped two pages in his Die-Ary and wrote, Today I found a Skettio that looked like a Top Ramen noodle. After that, he looked up. The television was on again, but one of his boarded up windows was busted through. "How did that happen...?"
It didn't take him long to remember: in a fit of rage, he'd thrown Rev. MEAT out the window. But that manifestation deserved it - the things he had said...
Squee will understand...
A relationship awaits...
Friendship is not always bad... Sometimes friends can give you what you need...
Fuck Rev. MEAT - fuck his theories on material shit like FEELING. Friends always betrayed... When they didn't, they were only there as vices, as tired attempts to fill such meaningless voids. The doughboys said they were Nny's friends, but they lied. NailBunny said it was Nny's friend, but it stopped talking. Edgar had been Nny's friend, and he was gone... All of them were gone.
Squee. Was he ever really Nny's friend? Even if he was, he wasn't around anymore, really... But he was nice; even know, untainted by the corruption of a soulless society...
All of a sudden, Johnny realized how quiet the house was. He couldn't hear Rev. MEAT, which scared him, because if Rev. MEAT was gone Johnny's other personalities would only manifest themselves into something new, and possibly worse. Plus, his thoughts were becoming disjointed and confusing.
With a slight creak, Johnny opened the door and peered out. Rev. MEAT was lying face-up in the loose soil, which was still partially moist from the previous rain spell. He picked up the figurine and carried him back to the house, placing him on a shelf next to a broken Magic 8-Ball.
For no particular reason, Johnny stepped into his little kitchen area and decided to heat up that box of microwaveable taquitos that was sitting in the freezer. He tore off the flaps that said "Open Here," but as he did, he felt something slice into the side of his hand.
"OH SHIT!" he fumed, throwing the taquito box against a wall. It was a paper cut - a CARDBOARD cut - running deep enough to draw blood. "What the HELL is in that cardboard?"
With his one uninjured hand he began yanking open drawers and toppling contents out of cupboards and shelves. "Where the FUCK are the Band-Aids?" he demanded.
End of part four