The sound soon led Johnny to Todd's bedroom, or rather the master bedroom; Todd had remade it into his own. At first, nothing seemed amiss or displaced, until Johnny found huge thin cracks among the various drawn lines. Todd looked upon the marker art. The lines had deformed and mutated again, more aggressively than before. Todd was beginning to panic by this point, muttering, "Johnny... Get away from the wall." Bad things were gonna happen, he just knew it.

Well, wasn't Todd just the fucking prophet boy. Johnny was feeling along the walls, listening. "It's behind here," he muttered, getting out a machete he picked up from the kitchen and spinning it by the blade to catch the handle, all the while hitching it up to swing it at the wall--

"JOHNNYYY!!!" Todd screamed, the wall splitting open in a thousand fragments and several huge chunks. Ropy tentacles, claws, eyes, mouths, and various body parts of all kinds came spilling out, pouring and sticking and writhing onto the ground, the thing making horrific god-awful demonic screeches and snarls. The thing wrapped around Johnny, the last thing seen from the man being him curling up and closing his eyes, a nasty expression of hate on his face as he tucked his weapon close. Todd looked up at the thing that had emerged, gasping as it soon arranged itself into a semi-recognisable form.

"Hhhellooo, Sssqueeeee..." The thing's main-most mouth said, the last of the tentacles and claws slapping and coiling to its form.

It was a giant thing, four short limbs, a head with odd ear things... stitches across its body and face... Two main eyes that glared blankly, a wide evil-looking mouth curling into a menacing smile. It had two short, sharp buck-teeth. Todd muttered, "Oh, God... Shmee..."

The demonic monster bear let out a laugh, multiple sounds and voices crammed into the thing and let loose in one terrifying sound. "Right you arrre, my little trauma ssspout. Glad to knnnow you ssstill rememberrr meee..." It looked down at its stomach. "The crrrazy neighbor man's putting up quite a fight in therrre... I cannn feel him strrruggling in me, writhing... Like I in you for ssso many yearrrsss..."

Todd glared at his former teddy bear, terror seeping into his body like nothing he's ever felt before. He felt like the time his dad told him to stick a fork in the electric socket, only this time he wasn't on fire. "Shmee! Give m-me Nny back RIGHT NOW!" At that, the bear-monster laughed. "I take no orders from you anymore, Todd! You shhhould have listened to me all those yearsss, I would have made you ssstronger, made you much betterrr off! Nowww look at you, all alone! No parrrents! No frrriends! Stillll you insssisted on playing the good guy, so I knewww I had to ssseparate from the body! It's all your fault, you know."

The monster reached for Todd, grabbing the boy up and leaning in. "Nowww... You and I willll be one, once morrre!" It opened its mouth, about to cram Todd in. Todd was screaming by now, struggling as he looked down at the shifting, mutating pit of the monster's mouth... until he saw the knife suddenly stick out of the throat.

"Oh shhhit," muttered Shmee, before a small bomb went off inside it and it got blown to gorey disgusting bits. Todd too was blown back, the boy hitting his head against the wall hard enough to knock him unconscious. He fell to the ground, not knowing anything more.

"...ee... Squee... Squee!" The sounds came slowly to Todd, the boy shifting slightly before opening his eyes and squinting. It was too bright... Slowly, his memory came back into recollection. "...Nny?" he muttered, a shock of adrenalin upon remembering the monster waking him up more effectively. "What happened to it? How'd you escape? Wait... Was I dreaming?" Oh god he hoped so.

Johnny looked down at Todd, the evidence of a battle obvious from his injuries and tattered clothes. He was bleeding from the scalp, a few locks of hair and bits of scalp missing. "I WOULD lie to you and tell you it was a dream, but I went through quite an effort to get out of that fucking thing and save you, so I wanted some credit for my actions."

Todd sat up and looked around. They were on the roof. It was as much of daytime as the city would get, though it was still bright to Todd's eyes. He was about to ask how Johnny was able to carry him onto the roof, but the most important questions came first. "So does that mean you killed it?" he asked, hopeful about that. After all, Johnny WAS a killer. He received a hard look, though, Johnny shaking his head. "It's part of you, as much as you hate to admit it. It will probably reform... Or you can destroy it yourself. I don't know how to do that, though I could kill you and have you ask Satan. You might not come back though."

Todd sighed, then looked at Johnny. "Where are we gonna stay?" he asked, looking down at Johnny's old home. Johnny followed Todd's gaze, saying with a dark look, "I'm not going back there. You got an attic? Somewhere you didn't draw all over. That thing told me that was how it traveled, it used the pathways from the lines you drew." Todd thought to himself, mostly about how ludicrous all this sounded... Then again, from what he had witnessed tonight, Johnny could tell Todd that he farted rainbows and he'd believe him. "Yeah... My attic's clean." He sighed once more. "I wondered where Shmee went all these years."