By animeninjaNIPPON
With the agility of a cat, Johnny sprang from his seat. He picked up an empty cardboard box and, in one sweeping motion, gathered every single item on the nearest shelf into the box. He didn't bother looking at his collection, but he knew Rev. MEAT's empty vessel was amongst the junk. When the box was full, he carried it out to his car and threw it into his trunk. Without so much as an afterthought, he hopped into the driver's seat and took off.
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Another glorious day of Higher Education-Level Learning dragged on, and by the time it let out, Squee was ready to drop. His late-night conversation with his unlikely friend had drained him pretty badly, too, and he couldn't help wondering if Johnny had gone through with the attempt to end his life.
When he got home, he flopped onto his bed with his Economics book. He opened it up to the chapter he was instructed to read, but fell asleep before he could even glance at the first paragraph.
For the first time in God knows how long, Squee remembered his nightmare clearly. Those aliens were back...the ones he saw those many years ago, who abducted his parents... Shmee was there, only briefly before Squee found himself at the Taco Smell again...
He realized it was only a dream, but what made it so terrifying was that he couldn't move to get out of it. He tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound - quite conversely, he was losing his breath. Air was trapped in his lungs; he was slowly suffocating. He tried to move again - aha! One hand was free.
He felt around until he grabbed what appeared to be his Econ book, and with all the strength he could muster, hurled it in a random direction. One last glimpse of that one ghost girl invaded his eyesight before the distant crash awoke him for real.
With a choking gasp, he sat up straight. "Shmee...where are you?"
I'm right here, Todd, where I always am.
"I had a bad dream...I couldn't breathe."
It was him...I told you not to trust him.
"No," Squee squeaked, "that's impossible! Unless he was a ghost out for revenge, or...no..."
Was it really Nny's ghost? That would mean...
Nny was dead.
But if he was, why the Hell would he be strangling his only actual friend? Of course, knowing him, it made sense; but to innocent little Squee, there was no logical explanation.
Picking up Shmee, the semi-distraught adolescent climbed out of the window into the orange-hued twilight.
What are you doing?
"I...want a brainfreezy." He had just enough change in his pockets to prove his point.
He ventured down the empty streets, illuminated by the glow of artificial twilight, in search of the 24/7. He figured a brainfreezy would be nice at that time, but he really went in hopes of seeing Johnny - not so much to talk to him, but to make sure he wasn't a vengeful ghost or whatever.
Squee came to an intersection. The 24/7 waited directly across from where he stood. He pressed the little button and waited for the signal to change.
Out of nowhere, a silver Mercedes-Benz swerved onto the sidewalk. The non-visible driver was screaming "SHIT SHIT SHIT I can't stop! SHIIIIIT!" at the top of his lungs, heading straight for Squee.
The boy gave the cry of his namesake as he dropped Shmee and scrambled to get out of the way...
The car crashed into the signal head-on. A stream of blood leaked from the car to meet the worn teddy bear...
End of part twelve
Don't worry, that's not the end...but what is to come of this? Stay tuned to find out!