When worlds collide…
Short description:
It almost seems that two worlds have collided, though very few or none noticed. Now, one street in particular is very odd… For example, there is a kid that apparently has green skin, and a mongoose dog as a pet. Example, there is a young man who is rarely ever seen, he lives in 777 and the mongoose dog from before claims that it hears screams from his house often. Example a kid whose parents who care less finds his teddy bear might be more then it seems. Example a young boy and his sister try and reveal a new danger, the Anti-Christ, or as his mother calls him Pepito.
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During a cold breeze, in the time that is not quite this year, yet not yet next year, it seemed time had stood still of a second. Though a single second was all it took, the only one who seemed to be moving was a man with dyed hair and thick rimmed glasses, who seemed at that moment to snap mentally. But our story is indeed not about him, it takes place a long ways away from him, on a single street mainly. After that split second between years, screams where heard on that street, though one in particular was not that of joyous celebration.
Let us zoom in on the house that specific scream was coming from. A little bit under the earth, a man was in a basement. The man was relatively tall and skinny, his hair was a dark blue color, and his skin a light brown; though what was more interesting, there was a man who was lying in a dark red substance; his own blood. "Please, I promise I won't do it anymore…" Was just one murmur from the man, though he kept on murmuring other things, other things that were obviously not true. "WELL, MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE ASS HOLE!" The taller man screamed, wielding a plastic bag, the bleeding man couldn't help but let out a laugh "Don't you GURPH know that ERRH bags are COUGH for wusses!" he sputtered out, the one wielding the bag (Whose name by the way is Johnny) just laughed evilly before fastening the bag around the mans head and starting to laugh a dark, evil laugh until the man went limp, "An asshole to the end…" Nny said, starting up the stairs.
"Well Nny," A man that appeared to be made of meat said "You are such a good insect are you not?" he asked, Nny simply sat on the couch, ignoring him, he wasn't in the mood to argue with himself, he just felt hollow right now, as if something was wrong… He picked up his T.V remote and started flipping through the channels; it almost seemed as if… Well… Everything was different all of a sudden; even the bag that he used to strangle the man seemed odd, he normally would of chose a more… Pointy… Solution, though for some reason the bag just appeared…
Nny continued flipping through the channels until he decided to look out side, and possibly gaze at the stars, it might help to clear his mind. As he left his house, he looked around, some thing was different, he saw something rather odd, a green dog running around, he blinked; he usually had some way to respond to these things. He just shock his head, the length some people would go to just to try to make themselves look odd, some strange idea that odd colors will make you any different from the rest of the jack asses. He continued muttering to himself as he looked around, the streets somehow seemed different, he was getting really tired of things all of a sudden becoming different, "Maybe when I get enough time I'll 'complain' to the mayor…" He thought, anyone who knew Nny (And there were a grand total of two people that do and live) would know what he means by complain…
He soon got to the point where he had no idea at all where he was. "I took the right path, what the fuck is up with things lately?" He thought, looking around, he was as usual getting several hostile looks from people, he would of normally pulled his knives out, but right now he was more concerned about how he had no idea where he was, he knew this city and all of it's maggots that are supposedly humans like the back of his hand. He started back tracking himself, so he could at least ponder from a familiar area. He eventually, and amazingly found his way back, he walked toward one of the few houses that seemed similar, a house that housed a small child. He found his way to Squee's window, and looked through it, he saw the small Squee in his bed, sleeping, Johnny sighed as he walked back toward his house, which with any luck would still be there, he entered his house, and went back to his normal 'hobby', deciding he would ask someone about it, even if that person was going to die within a few minutes of him asking…