WARNING: Major character death
Johnny's POV
As soon as Johnson leaves the room, I look around to see if there's anything I can use to break free. Nothing. If I don't get out of here soon, he's gonna rob my place. What's so great about my house anyways? My family certainly isn't rich. If we were, we wouldn't be in that house in the first place. We don't have any family heirlooms, either. No matter. I've still gotta defend my house.
"This is gonna hurt." I say. I bounce up, breaking the chair on the ground. The chair shatters and the rope unties.
"JOHNNY! IS THAT YOU?!" A familiar voice calls as I run to the sliding door. I turn around and see Madeline Thompson.
"Maddie?!" I say. I run to Madeline to untie her. The ropes are easy to untie.
"Pfft, amateur!" I say, as I untie the ropes. Maddie runs off without saying anything else.
"YOU'RE WELCOME!" I yell. I exit through the sliding doors. I ran through several backyards before approaching mine. It's still broad daylight, so I'd assume Johnson is gonna wait for nightfall to strike, to avoid raising suspicion. I mean, that'd be smarter than doing it in daylight, where everyone can see you.
To avoid being spotted by Johnson, I enter the house through the back. I run to the basement and bring upstairs two totes. I begin setting booby traps throughout my house. By nightfall, nearly every room in the house is booby-trapped.
Johnson's POV
Perfect! Nighttime. With that twerp Johnny tied up in my basement, there's no way he can stop me! I approach the door, and reach for the knob. I can feel heat emitting from the knob, so I decide to open a window and climb in. This kid is so dumb, leaving the window unlocked. Almost like he's asking me to rob him.
I climb in the window, and my shoes stick to the ground.
"Damn it!" I shout. Damn kid covered the floor in front of the window with syrup and super-glue. I climb onto a table beside the window and climb up, as my shoes slide off. I jump down in front of the front door, where I land on some marbles. I roll around for a little bit before I enter the kitchen. I open a drawer, and see a mini Nerf gun pointed at me. I get shot in the face several times by Nerf darts. I open the basement door and brace for impact. Nothing.
"Huh. The kid didn't booby trap the...AAAAUUUGHHH!" I yell as I slip and tumble down the buttered-up basement stairs, landing in a tote at the bottom of the stairs. I manage to climb back up the stairs without being killed in the process.
"Where are you, you little brat!" I yell. I hear a door open upstairs.
Johnny's POV
"Where are you, you little brat!" Johnson yells from downstairs. I exit my bedroom and approach the top of the stairs.
"You give up yet, or are you thirsty for more?" I say. Johnson starts walking up the stairs towards me. I run up to the lab with him behind me. He trips over a tripwire. A trapdoor above Johnson opens, and an anvil lands on Johnson's head.
"AUGH!" he screams, falling backwards down the stairs. I grab my dresser with wheels and push it down the stairs. It lands on Johnson. Johnson pushes the dresser off of him and he runs back up the stairs. He jumps over the tripwire this time and follows me into the lab.
"There's nowhere left to run, you little asshole!" he shouts. Dukey enters the room.
"I'll save you, Johnny!" He yells, charging for Johnson. Johnson pulls out his pistol, and aims it at Dukey.
"NOT ANOTHER STEP!" Johnson says, still aiming at Dukey
Dukey continues running toward Johnson.
Johnson cocks the pistol. "Suit yourself, freaky talking alien dog!" Johnson pulls the trigger. Dukey drops to the floor.
"DUKEY!" I scream. Johnson aims at me next. I run and climb out the window onto the roof. Johnson follows me onto the roof, where he slips on some ice. He rolls down the roof, but grabs onto the string of Christmas lights. I walk over and cut the string of lights, causing Johnson to go flying into a tree, landing on the ground. I safely re-enter the house. I pull out my phone and call 9-1-1.
"This is Johnny Test. I need an officer at 242 Porkbelly Drive!" I say.
"Right away, sir! the dispatcher says. I hang up and run outside, where Johnson is waiting for me.
"You thought you could escape me, bitch?!" he says grabbing me. "I'm gonna bite off your fingers...ONE BY ONE!"
Suddenly, Johnson is hit with a shovel.
"DON'T MESS WITH MY BOYFRIEND!" Maddie shouts.
"Again...NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!" I exclaim. I hear police sirens down the road. The cops show up to arrest Johnson.
"I. HATE. KIDS!" Johnson yells.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." The officer says as he walks Johnson over to the police car. A police officer walks up to me.
"We've been trying to catch Carl Johnson for the last 10 years. Every Christmas Eve, Carl strikes, and every Christmas Eve, he gets away. So thank you, Johnny." He says, before shaking my hand. The next morning, Mom calls for me.
"MOM!" I say, running down the stairs and hugging her. "Where's everyone else?"
"Right behind me, bringing..in...presents...Johnny, what the fuck happened to the house?!" Mom asks, looking around at the mess in my living room.
"It's a long story." I say. I begin to cry.
"Johnny?" Mom asks.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright?"
"Actually..." I say. I tell the whole story. How Carl kidnapped me. How I booby-trapped the house. How...How Dukey died saving me.
"Oh, Johnny. I am so sorry!" Mom says, giving me another hug can't believe this all happened. Christmas just isn't the same without Dukey. I know he was gonna be gone eventually, I just didn't expect it so soon. At least I have my family, even if they are annoying.