Sup dudes. Rhonen here, serving up another piece of Jhonen/Vincent hodgepodge pie. First, I would like to apologize for the change of young Reiko's character. It just made her easier to write against pepito and Squee . Id chock up the personality change to being a combination of her older sisters influence, and the fact she was should be a little more normal in the next ones. Alas, I don't own any characters thus far. This short chapter is in Ultra Glorious Nny vision!!!(Yay!!!)

A dark figure swept across the dirt covered lawn of the all too familiar house number figure reached for the dust covered doorknob, and the door to the dilapidated shack swung upon with a low creak. Pausing only to kick his boots off at the front door, Johnny C inhaled the air of a house that virtually no living thing had breathed in 6 months.

"I'm Home!"

Stepping into the living room, he deftly removed his jacket and placed it on the coach with one swift motion.

Noticing a familiar black figure scurrying up the wall, he smiled to himself

"Hello again Mister Samsa, my immortal friend. I've been gone for sometime as you've no doubt noticed by now. It is good to see you again." He raised his hand up and ran it through his newly grown hair.

"I suppose I should have expected you to be here. You always manage to come back. I wonder if dying for you is the same as it was for me. Did you go to heaven? he paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I have to say it is interesting, to say the least, the place been for the past six months. I've met people with issues you probably can't imagine. It was all very interesting. One person actually tried to kill me. Me!!! But it wasn't all bad. I made money from the sleep studies they put me in, and a made a friend!A very intelligent young man. He was convinced the world was coming to an end! What was his name again…? Darmo… Dalko…was it? …Darko! That's the one. It was nice to know I'm not the only one who talks to dead bunnies." He scrutinized the large bug, which was inspecting a piece of what appeared to be dried brain matter skewed across the wall. Johnny released a very deep sigh of lament.

"You have no idea how much I envy you, do you Mr. Samsa? Living your life completely devoid of emotion, physical impetus. You are my role model, and I salute you." He brought his hand down upon the roach vehemently, pausing to wipe the remains on his jeans.

"Well, have you in it succeeded in it yet Johnny?" A voice, sounding far away…

"Who said that?" asked Johnny, habit forcing a knife into his hand seemingly from nowhere.

"Well, who else could it be," the voice said, sounding closer this time, as if recalling itself from distant memories. "I asked you a question, Nny. Did you succeed in your goal? Physical and emotional distance. Did you accomplish it?" the voice asked snidely.

Ahh, I figured I would have to deal with you again. Reverend Meat?

"The one and only." Meat exclaimed proudly, standing on the counter, aside the Happy Noodle Boy sculpture "I think by now it would be clear that I am here to stay.

Surely you didn't think a little 'Circle Time' would fix year's psychological trauma you've induced upon yourself?"

Johnny looked murderous (big change there), but kept his composure.

"For your information, I have been incredibly desensitized. I eat and sleep less than ever before." He said proudly

"Please, stop lying to yourself. What you're trying to do-it goes against mankind's very nature." Reverend Meat growled "You can't make a bat love the light, you can't force a dartboard to love darts, and you can't take humanity out of even the worst possible example of a human. And it is pointless to try." Meat finished smugly.

You know, there is one way to achieve my goals, and to prove you wrong once and for all." Nny said with that typical Johnny c. irrational gleam in his eyes.

Wait, what are you going to do?" Meat asked, sounding confused, and then a look of fearful recognition crossed his face. "Nny, don't do it! If you die, I die. I don't want to die yet. Not without finishing my mission!" Nny rushed back around the corner, clutching in his emergency suicide gun.

It seems I could make a career of not doing the things you tell me to do. I keep trying to tell you creatures, you terrifying abominations that seem to drip from my mind like snot from the nose of a sick toddler, that I don't need your advice. I…I don't need any of you.

Oh, I beg to differ Johnny. If you had no need for us, why would your warped little mind create us in the first place?"

Nny pondered this, using the barrel of the gun to scratch his head. "You know what, I really don't care. I'm going to kill myself tonight, once and for all, and I'm almost certain I wont come back this time. "Nothing will stop me this time." He put the barrel to his head. "Nothing!" he cackled madly, finger beginning to squeeze the trigger.

A/N My pathetic attempt at a cliffhanger. But you already know that doesn't die. He never dies. (Duh) I tried some writing techniques from a class I'm taking, and hope my style is improving. Review, you vile tormenters. I know you're out there, wringing your hands in self satisfaction. "Lets read the story and then not review." Funny.