"Worst day of my life was when Mom died. Gaz was still just a baby. She didn't have to be haunted by that face every time she looked in the mirror. But everyday I have to see her face… So I'm haunted by that bloody smear of what became of Mom."

- Dib Membrane


Animating Evil Pt. 1 - Sweet Dreams, Squeegee

"Nope." Squee lied. He wasn't about to tell Dr. England he had a dream where he was killed while kissing a girl. Let alone that he had enjoyed it wanting even more of that twisted dream! "I didn't have any dreams this week. I slept but… nothing." He told her letting Shmee sit limply in his lap as he played with the pen on her desk.

"Alright then Squee. What about you Johnny? Any dreams to share?" she asked.

Nny smiled crookedly. "I shredded a doll, stuffed it with rotting intestines and chucked it into the ocean. I fucked up the doughboys and that hamburger freak! I decapitated you and the rest of this miserable staff. Then… then… ! I forgot." He sighed letting his maniacal thought sink into nothing. "God, I had a nice ending to tell you too." He sighed and heard laughing. His head snapped in the direction of Shmee. That fucking doll, mocking him yet again! The laughing continued and Squee looked down. This was the first time he had heard his bear laugh at Nny. When he was a child, Johnny's outrage seemed so random to him. But now he heard it. After all this time that little barrier Shmee had over Todd's ear broke and he heard those words.

"Fucking retard! Stuff ME with intestines? So maybe I didn't gain the power of your little Dough-fucks! Soon! Soon! I can feel it. I'll take the power I need and I will drive you back to your death again! I bet you'd like to die again! Then you could see that bitch you had such a hard on for! Dearest… dead…" he took time over his little alliteration pausing even longer before hissing the last word like a twisted little snake. It felt like poison sinking into Johnny's bones, "…Devi!"

Johnny reached over with one slow, cold hand. "Give me the bear, Squee." he monotone voice was so chilling the doctor suck behind a file folder. His face was twisted into such a furious anger he looked like he would break like a porcelain figurine if he were touched.

"Alright boys!" the doctor said clapping her hands together to stop the violence. "That's all for today." She said not having heard the rant of the stuffed demon. Behind the glass of the door two security men stood to escort the two to their rooms until lunch.

Nny was dragged limply away, wanting solely to rip the bear apart and set it ablaze. Then scatter the ashes into so many different places the bear would never find either a way back together or a peace in death. Nny paced his room tracing his long fingers over the padded walls. His nails dug into the fluff and at fell to the floor as the ripping echoed down the silent hall.

Two hands nearly equal in size to Nny's wrapped themselves around the steel bars on Johnny's door. "It's lunch time." The voice quivered. Johnny looked up at see Squee's eyes peaking inside. Looking back at his dead wall Nny walked into the hallway.

"Hey, it's pancake day!" he said raising his own mood. He smiled thinking of dancing little pancake's rolled up and stuffed with the eggs they gave them. It was like a burrito! It was more of breakfast than lunch though but neither one cared much. The white walls of the cafeteria were made even more blinding with the florescent glow of lights and the open windows to the noon sun.

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Outside Squee yawned thinking back to the outburst earlier. Is Shmee really that bad? Squee wondered as he sat against the wall. Nny was back to his place on the railing. A wheelchair race sped by spiraling Nny to the grass landing on his head he cursed them but watch with glee as they crashed into glass doors and barreled into the brick walls inside. He laughed as the two patients limped back to their limbless buddies leaving the immobilized wheelchairs in the tangled mess. The ex-clown laughed and seemed to foam at the mouth. Squee shuddered and forced his back into the dirt-red brick.

"The Demon Girl," Nny said to himself giggling at the thought of little Squee and her together. "That would never happen," he wildly smiled rolling up on his side to sit forward. Nny walking over to Squee side still smiling like a madman. "Squeegee's little crush!" he e beamed as the word's poked on the boy's nerves.

"Is not!" he shot like a playground kid. "She's scary and mean! She's scarier than Pepito! And he's the fucking Anti-Christ!" he said in a random burst. He sounded like Johnny.

"Uh-huh," Nny nodded in agree. That she was. Like a bat straight from hell, she was pretty damn frightening. They talked for a while… well it was more of a one sided conversation with Nny talking and Squee listening being the quiet type that he was.

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Night came after a lengthy day. Darkness fell over Squee in his little room decorated by the drawings Nny had left him over the years. Shmee was placed carefully into the corner as Squee laid down think about the outburst. Did he really hear the bear? That twisted little voice that made him think of nails on a blackboard. Squee rolled over and his side not facing the bear and watching the shadows from the window.

"Rock-a-bye baby falling from the top. When my heart grows your foundations will rock. When your sanity breaks, then you will fall. Watching Squee tumbling. FALLING, FALL!" he screamed.

Squee flipped over whipping out his arm. Surprised, he slapped the stuffed doll. Flipping his hand quickly he seized him up before it went flying. The doll had been all the way across the room! He demanded answers as he wrung the doll. "Now your gonna tell me what the hell you've been doing?"

to be continued


Haha cliffhanger-ness. I'm amazed with myself. I wrote this chapter all in one day… hell in under three hours. I'm so happy with my… uhh ok I've stopped caring. No real Gaz-ness here. Next chapter.. Maybe. Idk, I've begun to do this with out any real story line except what randomly comes to me. Ahh and I made such a nice summery after a wrote out Father. (tosses it) I never follow those. Oh well…

Bad news. I have school this week. Yepyep, no more spring break. I'll work on this when I can but until then, HAPPY ANAL-PROBING!