A/N: I do not own The Outsiders or Reanimator

I also do not own Lawrence Welk, The Lennon Sisters, The Sound of Music or Lonely Goatherd.

Anime411, this chapter's for you. Mr. Skittles came back just for you.

Hope everyone else either likes or just wants to see how far down the rabbit hole this thing goes. May start earning the M rating here and in the next chapter. If not, let me know and I'll bring this thing down to a T.

Thanks to everyone who has read this far.

Bob refilled his highball glass and plopped in front of the TV. He felt cold and nauseous. Unable to believe the past twenty-four hours.

"Bob! Bob! He's not moving!"

"Shit! Bob! He's not moving!"

"What have we done?"

"Maybe no one will notice just another dead kid from the bad side of town."

"I know him. He's in my English class."

Bob swigged again. He drowned a kid. Now he tried to drown the voices in his head.

He could hear the Lennon sisters singing "Lonely Goatherd." on the TV. Lawrence Welk on Color TV was trippy and so was the pastel Easter egg colored costumes the Lennon sisters wore.

He could not sit in a quiet house. He wasn't quite up to Batman or listening to his Beatles albums. His brain could only handle watered down yodeling from The Sound of Music. Compared to these chicks Julie Andrews was Elvis Presley! He was somewhere between laughing and crying when he heard a door close.

"Bob."

He turned toward the voice and found Randy. His face brightened.

"Randy! Great to see you!"

"Bob…"

He turned back to the TV. He wasn't sure Randy was real. He bopped along with the Lennon sisters.

"I just saw the kid we drowned last night."

"I keep seeing him too, " Bob said, still bopping. "No matter how much I drink. Oh well, I guess I'll just keep trying."

He was about to take another swig when he noticed Randy's hands on top of his own. Randy's eyes bored into his. Bob could hardly focus but Randy's glare made it hard not to.

"Can you tell me why a dead greaser is walking around our neighborhood?"

Just then, both boys heard a loud purring. They looked down and saw a black cat leaning against Randy's legs. Randy looked down and picked him up.

"Mr. Skittles?"

Bob shrugged and grinned.

"What the hell is Mr. Skittles doing here?"

Bob shrugged and Randy's expression darkened.

"Greg?"

Bob feigned innocence and shrugged again.

"Well, you look OK, " Randy muttered as he inspected his fur. He looked closer at the nape of his neck. "What is this yellow shit in your fur? Hmph, you must have gotten yourself into something you bad little kitty."

Mr. Skittles looked over at Bob and let out a low growl.

"Oh, that's just Bob, Mr. Skittles. You know Bob."

He let out another growl.

"Nana used to say animals could always sense evil, " Randy let out a small laugh. "If I didn't know any better…"

Randy looked up at Bob and placed Mr. Skittles down on the floor. Bob felt his blood turn into ice. He must have looked as bad as he felt because Randy's expression became very serious.

"What in the name of all that is holy is going on Bob?"

Bob lifted up his glass, took a drink, and looked at it.

"Randy, you don't want me to answer that."

Randy swallowed.

"Just tell me Bob."

"I said I would fix it, " Bob looked at Randy. "And I fixed it."

"What did you do Bob?" Randy asked slowly.

"I didn't know if he was alive or dead, " Bob explained. He spoke evenly as if he were trying to explain to himself as well as to Randy. "I wanted to be sure. I knew one person who could help me."

"No, " Randy moaned as he shook his head. He appeared to be afraid of the answer.

"I took him to Greg."

"Oh God, Bob!" Randy stood up and walked away, then turned back. "I remember when we were kids, when you used to tell me shit. We used to take animals from his room, or his 'lab' and set them free. Now you brought someone to him-"

"I know, but, you see, " Bob started to ramble in an effort to convince Randy as well as convince himself. "Greg tried to save him but it was too late. The kid was dead. Then Greg did something and he wasn't anymore. It's all OK. We're all OK now."

"He wasn't anymore?" Randy spoke slowly as he backed away from Bob. "OK."

"I'm not crazy, Randy, " Bob said as he stood up.

"No, no Bob, " Randy said in as calm a voice as he could muster. "I didn't say you were. I, just, have to go."

"Randy.." Bob could hear the desperation eek out of his voice.

"Bob, I have to leave." Randy said as he turned to go. Bob followed close behind. "I need to get out of town for a while. Clear my head…."

Bob began to panic.

First Cherry, now Randy. He always had Randy. He was losing everybody.

Losing his whole world.

"Randy come back here!" he screamed and grabbed the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue that was next to him.

Randy looked back and began to run. Bob tackled him and whaled him on the back of the head with the bottle so hard it shattered. Randy's head and Bob's hands were covered in glass, blood and scotch.

"Randy?" he implored quietly.

Nothing could be heard but Lawrence Welk telling everybody to have a good night.

"Randy?" he cried.

"Shit! Randy!" he shrieked as he let the tears stream out.

He sobbed and let out more groans and cries. He saw the blood and glass on his hands and wiped them on the red robe. The red hid the blood well.

He wiped his eyes and nose and pulled himself together.

"Don't worry buddy, " he said as he hitched his hands under Randy and attempted to drag him to Greg's lab. "Greg will get you back for me. He has to."