EDIT- Just fixing some spelling and formatting...I betI messed up a lot more, but oh well...


"I'd much rather punch him in his face than talk to him… If he'd even talk. He's just a fucking baby. If he can't look me in my eyes, at least once, I don't plan on even acknowledging his name. He may be Pepito's little friend but if he can be more insane than MY brother then there's definitely something up with him… Makes me wonder why I still follow Dib and Pepito down to the asylum."

-Gaz


Oh, Sugary Anime Daydreams of Mine, I Giggle at Your Fun

It ended up with a man locked in a white room, straightjacket, and a broken spirit. He was insane, cracked up as on old window that kids threw rocks at. "Flusher… flusher…. I'm still a damned flusher after all…" he kept repeating with out stop. It was then in those few days under extremely heavy watch that it sunk in. All the people that he killed were piling up in his head as he counted corpses in his sleep. Nny knew that God in Heaven and Satan in Hell had no true care at all about him. He was unwanted. God was to much of a lazy fatass to care, he only sent him to hell. Satan didn't want him there disrupting things. He had no place to be… He didn't belong anywhere.

They let him out of lock-down after four days. They decided he was safe now. He was to broken to hurt anyone. He just walked stooped over and watching the floor. "Doomed… that all I was. Doomed to be alone forever. For everything to fuck up in the end," he said as he sat down next to Squee in the lunch hall for the first time since the incident. Squee gripped Shmee close as he could to his tiny chest.

"Where were you?" he asked Nny at last. As much as Todd hated to admit it to himself, he was comforted by Nny's presence. He was the only one who would sit with him when they ate, he was also the only he considered slightly sane. He didn't babble and drool or sling food at nurses. But now he'd be here all the time. He wouldn't go home… that thought did scare him. To be around him all the time Nny would probably seem so much less sane.

Nny was zoned and mumbling to himself. The nurse came over with two trays and handed them to them. At the clanking of the spoon and fork he snapped back to reality. The nurse hung back for a second to see if she needed to help the new patient with his medication. Johnny just gulped it down and began babbling to Squee. The nurse disappeared back into the crowd.

"I was in lock-down. I got caught… at last it happened." He made a wringing motion with his hands over his food. Just like he was strangling a person. He made little croaking-death noises. "I got this one asshole good. But… the cops came and took me, for the first time in my life I was dragged away from something."

"I've been a flusher since I was a kid I guess," Johnny was saying as they walked down the hall. Squee was forcing fake confidence in his steps. The doctors watched as the patients walked to the courtyard.

"He doesn't seem so afraid when he's around him," they whispered between one another.

Nny sat on the railing of the wheelchair ramp. The rails were pretty high so he flipped backwards and hung upside down. He spoke as the blood rushed to his head, "See, I've always had to do shit for someone. I've never had my own will. Some wacky freak,"he stressed those word, "made me take him up to my house when I was a kid. He killed my parents and left me there. No one would drag me from that hell hole so I figured, who'd pull me away from my own murder scene. But anyway, that's why I can't stand for people to call me the wacky one." He laughed and dropped to the grass with a headache. "Fucking doughboys got me next… now it was my own purpose." He closed his eyes to the sun. It was noon and the sun was high and burning hot.

Squee looked over the maniac and shivered thinking back to the restaurant incident at Taco Hell. He remembered the news from that day. Nny killed some guy with a plastic spork. "You couldn't evade it forever. Eventually…" Squee trailed off realizing how untrue what he was about to say was. Those aliens were still out there so were TONS of other bad people... If Johnny hadn't killed them yet that was. "Never mind." He shook his head and ducked against the wall as a raving lunatic ran by. His eyes snapped to the normally wide, dilated selves. His chest heaving, he sunk to the grass and watched the little bugs crawl along. A lizard fell on his head resulting in a scream followed by failing arms to removed the twisted creature from his hair. He hated lizards. Nny watched the boy as he calmed back down. After a moment the doors flung open to reveal a tall mohawked boy with little horns and a twisted smile with demonic red eyes. His long black shirt, skull necklace, and tall boots made him look like he raided the closet of girl who followed him. Her arms crossed glaring down on the boy she spoke angrily. "Hurry up and see your insane friend," she leaned against the wall taking her Game Slave from her pocket. She began to return to slaying vampires. Her little cousin bounded down the stairs and looked around smiling. "Too bad we can't leave Dib here," she mumbled killing off another horde of vampire pigs attacking her character.

"Hey Squee!" He screamed out. Squee forced himself into the wall. And Nny watched as the Anti-Christ walked past him to the deathly scared boy. "Squee! There you are." He laughed and stood next to him, slightly taller, and looked like he could rip his soul out.

"Hi." Squee barely managed to say. Gaz looked around the corner as she defeated another level. Squee looked at the ground, pink. Nny looked up at the girl who hadn't cared long enough to continue to look. She was back to her game. Then he looked back to Squee and he smiled wildly, his brain springing in his head like Happy Noodle Boy with rabid space weasels and random sugary anime school girls. Specifically the sailor girls he longed to kill. But they were fun to watch as their enemy slapped then around… Their transformations always made him laugh. Off in his little fantasy death world, Nny was beaming thinking of embarrassed little Squee and Demon Girl, whatever her name was. He heard Pepito talking… again he was trying to get Squee to sign over to his father's side. He was like a Satan-salesman. He imagined huge demon going door to door like Girly Rangers selling cookies.

"I could get you out of here! Just sign," he urged.

Squee's head shook, "I think I'll pass."

"All your dreams!" he clinched his fists smiled like a maniac. But letting his arms droop at his side realizing Squee wasn't giving in he sighed. "Oh well, one day…" he looked up at the back of his cousin. Nny heard him babble again as he zoned out.

He didn't know how long he daydreaming but when Pepito swung himself over the rails he looked up at another boy in their company, one with a freakishly large head. He ran his fingers through his scything hair and looked annoyed. "I don't get why you drag me down here all the time, Gaz."

"Kill two birds with one stone. Pepito shuts his fat mouth and you get some fucking therapy!" Gaz hissed looking away from her game forgetting to pause. The screen quickly called out "CONTAMINATION!" as the zombies infected her. She slammed the game into her brother's head and stormed off.

"The bitch needs some Midol is you ask me," Pepito said to his other cousin. Dib nodded wincing as he touched the spot on his head. "Bye Squee!" he called disappearing into the halls. "But seriously, grab some at the gas station. As pleasant as her evil is, damn it I hate the end of the month!" he said to Dib.

"Try living with her." he sighed.

"You can move out."

"Saves rent money…"

"True, true," the Anti-Christ agreed remembering his own overdue payment. Rent was probably the only thing Satan couldn't help you with… that and maybe dubbed cartoons. He had long ago resigned to the fate that all foreign shows would have bad voices and not match the lip movements.

Night came and Squee was alone in his room save the nearly silent Shmee. He hadn't really spoken to him in days. He was starting to think he was dead but every so often he would make a sick groaning noise and Squee would look at the aging mass of stuffing. He finally settled down on his pillow, sure he would at last sleep and stop the hunger his mind had, gnawing at his weakening sanity, it longed from a drink for the fountain of rest. Yawning, he watched the ceiling fade to black. Squee began to fade into his dream world.

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Darkness dancing in what looked like another nightmare. He was all to used to the dank, dark dreams he had. Squee held himself looking up the jagged cliffs until his eyes fell on another set. They shimmered in the fire light of Hell's chandelier. Sharp hair twisted in the wind that whipped the fire above the twisted smirk the shadowed figure held. Arms crossed and widely showing jagged teeth in the mad smile. Fire rose from behind both of them letting Squee make out the figure of a woman. Maybe Satan has a daughter too, he thought. She descended like an angel, an angel of death to Squee. As her feet touched the ground he saw her face clearly. She was just below eye level with him but as much as he wanted to, as much as his mind screamed at him, he couldn't look her in the eyes. After I minutes of her intense stare she looked away and strode off. "Wait!" Squee called in a rare moment of bravery. She stopped, turned back to him, and frowned.

"Look me in the eyes!" she commanded. He looked up her face avoiding eye contact as bad as he wanted to see her eyes. His heart pounded in his throat as she stepped closer. "If your to afraid," she stressed, "I could just," her hand reached up to his throat, her claw like nails sliding over the Adam's Apple. He gulped and he was filled with twisted desires. The nail like a blade scratched a little bit of his flesh away letting blood leek to the surface. Small, deep red droplets formed as she leaned closer to lick it away. Her body leaned against her feeling his body shift uneasily as he tried to hold back any signs of his pleasure. One hand against his face, another around his back she looked up at his eyes, watching her mouth. The twisted smile returned as her hand reached the back of his throat and snatched him up but the scruff of his neck. "Enjoying this, you sick little pervert?" Her voice said coolly as she watched the blood reform in tiny orbs. She shook his head with the hand on his cheek and watch the blood roll down to his shirt. "Beautiful," she whispered in a sensually breathless tone. But she snapped then, looking once more at his eyes. Her hands both snapped over his throat and held him high. "You've got some freakish fantasies, you know that? So opposite that nature I know you to have." She let his body drop down a little. "Bet you've never done this," her lips pressed to his, her hands still grasping his throat. Her tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth. Then there was a snap. Squee's eyes shot wide open as the blood poured. His body crumpled to the ground as she sat by his side watching him die. "Not exactly the ideal way to die. But it is what you wanted from me, right?" Squee's vision was fading away to darkness.

"…Wanted… granted… left longing for more…" he whispered incoherently. She heard his last words though, "Gaz, your not like I thought either."

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His eyes opened to the light of morning, the bear under his arm. Maybe he grabbed the bear in his sleep. He rubbed his neck as he sat up. He felt the thick warmth of it then. Blood in his fist as he looked at his hand. He noticed the blood on the bear. He stood up and leaned against the wall still watching his red palm. "Sick? I bet I am. But what's really sick, I'm getting used to waking up bleeding now, too."


Bwahahaha… don't ask. I like Gaz/Squee. But remember that was just his dream kiddies! Gaz still wants to hit him in his face. Yes… uhh the Pepito-cousin thing hmmm. Well he dresses like Gaz, they're both demonic and I read the happy smiley dib show by v the happy lurker and yeah… I think it was a good idea. Plus I had to pull Gaz in here somehow… Dib was just my bonus freebee. Haha I like free things with trench coats. cough Oh well… I was gonna say something. OH yeah that ok, ..I forget who said this but Nny isn't tall. 5 foot 9 isn't tall any I'm very aware of that, but… if I have to look up at them then I will call someone tall… yeah I'm not telling you my height.