It was hard following Johnny's gangly frame as the man flew about the house, running here and there and running his hands along the walls, sometimes pressing his ear up against them. He was listening for something, though for what, Todd had no boy followed Johnny helplessly, finally asking him, "Okay, what are you listening for? Rats?" Johnny spun around and shouted, "MUCH worse! Worse, even, than narwhals..." He procured a knife from inside his trench coat (it was rather cold in the dark city), then without warning, began to slash and gouge into the wall. "I KNOW YOU'RE HIDING, YOU FILTHY FUCKING BLISTERING ROT!!"
Todd let out a screech and flung himself at Johnny, pulling him from the wall. "No, Nny, NO!" he cried, eventually holding the other back. "You're ruining all my drawings!" Despite that, however, he looked at the wall and his stomach lurched. Something had moved inside it, but it was gone as soon as it had been seen. He hoped he was right, it was a rat... Johnny's insane, he can't be taken seriously!
Meanwhile, Johnny was rambling, still glaring at the wall. "...Must've infected you too, Señor Diablo told me all about my little infection..." He spun around to look Todd over. "YOU. BATHROOM."
Todd was quietly wondering, amongst his anguished screams, why this all had to happen to him, of all people. Of course, it was hard to scream all that clearly when he was being slightly strangled by the collar of his shirt that Johnny was dragging him by. Soon, they reached the bathroom, Johnny throwing Todd in the tub and getting out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "THIS'LL HELP," he screeched, a horrid smile stretched across his face. Todd didn't have time to ask as a deathly cold and intensely pungent liquid splashed on him. "MY EYES," Todd screamed, rubbing them as the alcohol burned them, though everything else was fine...
Johnny paid absolutely no mind to Todd's suffering, looking off to the bathroom walls. "Dammit, I guess not. It's infected you too much! Maybe human urine will help."
"WHAT'S infected me?!" Todd finally shouted, sitting up from the tub with red watering eyes. Johnny seemed to have just remembered the boy was there, for he cocked a brow before saying, "Oh. Well... It's some odd type of mental manifestation that eventually takes form of a physical being. It feeds off of us, it grows off of our stress, happiness, hate... Creepy little monsterous things to huge deadly beasts. I had one in my house, destroyed the whole thing... I think. They're Satan's little shits on the planet, in short."
At that time, Todd had climbed out of the bath tub. "That's crazy, though!" he cried to the other, not caring what Johnny's reaction was this was, predictably, angry. "So be it! Don't believe me, then! When the monster comes for you, feeds off your life like some parasitic sponge, don't say I didn't warn you!" At that point, he was perched on top of the counter.
Todd frowned. "Johnny, STOP IT! There's nothing--"
CRACK. Something that sounded like drywall was splitting, and Johnny promptly darted out of the bathroom toward the sound. Leaving him little choice, Todd wiped his eyes with a towel and ran after Johnny.