Disclaimer: I do not own Jhonen Vasquez. Therefore, I do not own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, Squee!, I Feel Sick, or any other thing he wrote ( or drew as the case may be). That would be nifty though… But I do own this story and its plot. And your souls, I own those too.
This may be OOC but it's my creative right. Don't bitch at me.
By the way I usually write in first person so third is kinda new to me.
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It was eleven thirty and Squee was starting to walk to the 24/7. The roads were dark and the houses were sleepy, its occupants motionless. It was balmy and a gentle breeze was rustling through the trees and playing with Squee's spiked black hair. The walk was long but Squee didn't mind, it's not like Squee had anyone to drive him anyway. So Squee was walking, adrenaline making his heart beat faster. When Squee was on the corner across from the 24/7 he paused to see if he could see anyone or anything moving. Squee didn't see anything so he walked across the street sighing.
'I hope I'm not making a mistake,' Squee thought. 'Maybe it's that pretty boy in English… Or maybe Pepito…'
Squee figured he'd go inside and get a brain freezy. In cherry doom of course which was the only good flavor. Much better that icy ham, frosty peanut or whatever else they put in that damned machine. It wasn't after three a.m. so he didn't have to "convince" the clerk to let him have one.
Squee walked out of the 24/7 sucking on his freezy. It was nearing ten after midnight and Squee crouched down and leaned against the wall…
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Nny was surprised but pleased when he saw Squee standing across the street from the 24/7 looking around. When Squee walked out of the 24/7 Nny smiled slightly because he too had the remains of a Cherry Doom Brain Freezy next to him. He watched as Squee slid down the wall of the 24/7 and put his head on his arms. After a few minutes of Squee not moving Nny went over and prodded Squee gently with his foot. Squee flopped over on his side and Nny could see that the poor kid had fallen asleep.
'How exhausted the kid must be to fall asleep against the side of a cold wall while meeting a "stranger". I wonder if his parents are still the morons who didn't care about their only son,' Nny thought gazing down into Squee's peaceful face.
Nny sighed and picked up Squee. His beat up little car was parked around the corner so Nny laid Squee on the back seat and drove him to 777…
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I want criticism. But flamers turn back now or I'll beat you with a bag of rabid monkeys! You do not like it, then do not read it. But do review. Maybe you'll even get chapters faster. Also I apologize if this is a little short. And thank you to Affectionate-Ferret for being the first (and only one) to review!