By animeninjaNIPPON
When Squee got home from hi skool the next day, he was exhausted. He entered his room, which was strangely askew, threw his backpack into his closet, and slammed the door shut.
"Hello, Squeegee," someone replied. It didn't take a genius to figure out from where and whom the voice had come from, but Squee glanced over at his bed anyway to find Johnny sitting there.
"SQUEEEEE!" the teen shrieked in high falsetto, jumping backwards and knocking over a lamp.
"Sorry about having to bother you like this," Johnny apologized, "but I cut my hand on a box of taquitos, and I couldn't find any Band-Aids, so I figured you had one. Took me a while to find your house, though..." He looked around the mess he created. "You weren't home, and I didn't know where you kept 'em...but I found one. See?" He held up his hand, which actually had three medium-sized adhesive medical strips wrapped around it. Squee wanted to ask Johnny if he was OK, but instead he gaped in horror.
"Anyhoo, I just wanted to let you know I wasn't robbing you or anything. I gotta go now - those taquitos are probably defrosted by now..." He started to slip out the window. (Out of force of habit, apparently, Squee hadn't bothered locking it in the first place.)
"Wait...Nny."
Johnny rotated his head until he could see the room again. Squee kneeled on the bed, extending his hands. Ten Band-Aids were clustered together over his palms. Johnny waved them away. "Nah, I'd probably lose them. I'll come back if I need anymore, 'K? See you later, Squee."
He ducked through the window and disappeared.
Squee dropped the Band-Aids to pick up Shmee from between the bed and the wall.
Don't be so nice to him...he'll only hurt you.
"Shmee?" was all the teen could say. "...Are you sure?"
He's clearly stalking you. Why else would he come all this way for a Band-Aid?
"I don't know..." Squee gazed inquisitively out the window.
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Rev. MEAT didn't speak for the next two days, yet somehow, Johnny didn't seem to notice. It was just as well - whether the Burger Boy was right or wrong, he was still almost a reincarnation of Mr. Eff - meaning, he was not to be trusted. But as it stood, Johnny was focused on other things at that point in time. His mood was up, almost at the height of his manic mode. Normally he would have dreaded such joy, knowing what downward spirals would follow, but that afternoon, he was almost content...almost "happy," even.
He decided to go see a movie, ignoring the fact that the last two times he did so his experience was ruined by some obnoxious jerk-off who just HAD to remark on the predictability of the plot. Oh well, the third time's the charm...
After purchasing an array of snacks, he sat down in the front-row center seat. The film began within minutes.
Somehow, he could tolerate a vague amount of romance in the movies - after all, movies were also fake. Surely there was no shame in adding fiction to fiction...but then a giant dinosaur-creature came and bit the heads off the two Hollywood lovebirds on-screen, so it didn't matter either way.
About halfway through the movie, it happened - the slightest press against the back of Johnny's seat. He let it go through clenched teeth. Must be someone trying to pass by...
Nny stared at the screen again, engrossed in the current scene. The back of his seat jolted a second time, causing him to choke on the head of a gummy bear.
This time, Johnny spun around to face his tormentor, a teenager with a backwards ball cap and about six oversized metal necklaces that were obviously from a vending machine. He gave a snarky little snort-laugh and said, "What?"
"I don't like it when people kick my seat," Johnny mentioned with an edge of irritation.
"I didn't kick your seat," the bling kid snapped. "So turn your Gothic ass around and shut up." The girl in the large sweatshirt sitting next to him laughed.
Johnny rose to his full five-foot-nine height. "Are you accusing me of associating with those insects, who think Nine-Inch Heels is the greatest thing since tacos and that they have to be rejected by society to be accepted by their peers?" His left hand dug deep into the coarse fabric of the back of the seat. "WHY do you automatically assume that I am a 'Goth' merely because I happen to be wearing black today? Fffuuuck..." He gradually released the seat.
All of a sudden, a "real" Goth stood up and yelled, "Sit down, you fucking asshole!"
Johnny jerked his head in the direction of the new verbal attack. "What's that? 'Asshole'? Who are YOU calling a 'fucking asshole'?"
"Just sit down and shut up," a girl in the back yelled. "Some of us are trying to watch the movie."
"I'M trying to watch the movie! And NONE of you will grant me that pleasure! But I can't sit down again - I was too far into the movie to stop watching, but I stopped! Now it's too late - I missed everything! And I can't watch it over again, because then I'd just be watching the first part twice, and that wouldn't make sense...so, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid I'll have to punish you all..." He grinned maniacally in the theater light as he slid a long blade out from behind his back.
"Holy SHIT!" someone yelled.
"He's gonna kill us all!"
"Somebody put shit in my pants!"
"Oh, the humanity!"
"Why do the fucking sodas cost so MUCH?"
Oblivious to their cries, the homicidal maniac honed in on the instigator and deftly drove his knife into the thick flesh of both the bling guy and his girlfriend, then yanked the weapon out of their bodies with an upward jerk. He swung it backwards, severing the head of a pretty magenta-haired girl in the process. The bloodfest continued for the duration of the movie.
As the screen faded to black it was splattered with red, and by the time the credits started rolling even the guy managing the projector was slumped lifeless on the ground, impaled by a tripod.
Meanwhile, the ushers (who had just returned from a cigarette break) headed toward the particular room where Nny had failed to view his motion picture. As soon as they saw blood seep into the main hall, one cried out, "Mother of fuck! What is that?"
Johnny stepped out, drenched in the result of human hemorrhage, sipping a soda. "I want my money back."
The second usher gave the thin man a twenty without question. Johnny took it, pocketed it, and walked casually out the doors of the theater seconds before it blew sky high.
End of part five
Don't worry, parents - to achieve the theater massacre scene, we replaced the blood of all our actors with cherry cough syrup! Heh...no, seriously - if you're waiting for the romance to start, the process begins next chapter! The long, painful process...
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