Dont own JTHM...no matter how much I wish.

Johnny sat outside, watching Squee play with a toy truck. He leaned against the door, trying to keep to the shadows as much as possible. He closed his eyes and started to think. It's been two weeks since he had adopted Squee. Two weeks since he killed the poor boys parent's in a fit of maniacal rage. Two weeks since 779 has been on the market. Johnny's thoughts suddenly took a life of their own. They twisted and became distorted. A voice whispered, "Only she. Only she." A woman showed up. Johnny strained to see her face, but failed. All he saw was her back. It was a long back, meaning whoever it was, was tall. She wore a black crop shirt and jeans, cut so they covered her boots. Long black hair shined as it swirled around her. As Johnny looked, he sensed a form of………….something he couldn't place. It seemed like a mixture of fear, hatred and………….. Something else.

Squee looked up and saw his guardian asleep.

Kill him, Squee. Its okay. Just do it. You wont miss him.

Squee shook his head. " Stop it, Shmee. That's not nice." Shmee didn't reply. Squee hated to wake Johnny up, but it was getting dark, and Johnny always told him that bad people came out at night, people who might want to hurt Squee. Squee shuddered, grabbed Shmee and his toy truck and went to Johnny. He whispered, "Nny? It's getting dark."

Johnny opened his eyes. "What? Oh! Yeah." He got up and let Squee go in the rundown shack first. He started to walk in, but paused. Something was wrong, but he couldn't place it. He looked at his boots and his mouth opened in shock. His lawn was growing. The grass, that is. It was getting longer by the second. Johnny jumped at the next thing: crickets were chirping and fireflies were in the sky. What was this? What is happening? He looked up and the clouds were moving, revealing beautiful stars and a full moon.

Johnny frowned. "What is this?" He jumped when Squee said, "Nny? I'm going to bed. Can you check my room for monsters?" Johnny stared at Squee a moment. "Okay. Give me a second, okay?" Squee smiled and went to his room. Johnny walked inside and pulled off his boots. He walked to Squee's room. The rug on the floor was messed up as if Squee jumped onto his bed. Johnny sighed and pulled the blankets off the lump on the bed that was Squee. "Okay, Squee. Where are the monsters?" Squee gave his legendary squeal before answering. "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Under the bed." Johnny got on his knees and looked under the bed. "No monsters here Squee. All clear." Squee said "What about the closet?" Johnny walked over and flung it open. It was empty. He turned and said, " See, Squee? There's nothing there. Squeegee?" Squee's eyes had grown huge. "SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Johnny spun around. A huge, dragon like monster stared back. Johnny's jaw dropped and he pointed. Finally, he shouted, "OH MY FOOKEN' GOD! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU?!" The dragon thing whimpered. "I'm hiding from the bad men." Johnny sighed and said, "Can you hide in another closet? My son here gets scared easy." The thing smiled as pleasantly as it could (SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and slithered out the room. Johnny walked over to the bed. "See, Squee? Not all monsters are bad. Come on, Squee. It's gone now? See?" Squee peeked out from under the covers.

SQUEEGEE! YOUR ACTUALY LISTENING TO JOHNNY C.?

Squee looked at Johnny. He was the only other person who could hear Shmee. If Johnny heard, he paid no attention to the bear. He tucked Squee in and kissed his forehead, which made Squee flinch slightly. (Johnny has never done that before. Maybe it was his way of making Shmee angry.) "Goodnight, Squee. Pleasant dreams." Johnny left, and closed the door just enough to let a small sliver of light through.

Johnny walked into his room. He yawned and sat on his bed, grabbing a drawing pad and pencil. He put the pencil to paper and started to draw. Slowly, his amber eyes started to close. He fell into a deep sleep, this time; there were no dreams to plague his mind with riddles…

AN: well, there you go! No flames please. It's my first time writing a fanfic and actually posting it. . Be nice or She will get you.

She: Tell it like it is, girl! You'll find me if you keep reading1 ;)