A/N: YAY! In honor of the three people that reviewed I am updating, I am so glad that you care that much :D now on with the story so I can go crazy-happy in a corner…

D.H.M.I.

(or defective head meat institute)

It was about a week later, Sickness had found a way back to Johnny's house while he was being kept at the D.H.M.I. Now she was having a lovely, calm conversation with Reverend Meat…

FEELING! How stupid and pointless! I much rather prefer just an unstable place where no one cares about what happens to others and people die for entertainment purposes, say, like right now I walk out that door and see a burning screaming five year old fall from a plane. That would be absolutely HILARIOUS! I'm laughing just thinking about it! You should know who said that.

It most certainly is NOT pointless! You're seeing a twisted evil world full of terror, and genocide! Feeling is good and wonderful, I've been trying to convince Nny of this for a while. If you think you can change his mind after he's started to agree with me I'll-

You'll WHAT, Tubby? She said getting into a little fighting stance.

TUBBY! Grr… have you ever seen a pissed off Reverend growl? Me neither, just try to picture it…and he got into a fighting stance as well.

Then Sickness jumped and-

/\^/\

Johnny was dreaming, while being monitored closely by the D.H.M.I. staff. They knew everything from his weight to his brain waves, and yet they were unable to see what he was dreaming about…but I know, and I'll tell you, too.

It was a relatively warm day at St. Augustine's School for Boys. It was show and tell time.

'Alright boys! Show us what you brought in!' said the overly happy .

A younger a far more sane and innocent Johnny C. patiently waited his turn to show everyone the present he had gotten for his birthday the day before. He was happily drawing the picture of a little puppy all full of a sickeningly, cute, happiness that would scare the shit out of him today. He was humming the tune for 'The Moonlight Sonata' when his name was called.

He jumped out of his seat and skipped to the front of the class, he held in front of him a box. Contained inside of said box were two things, one from his Mom, and one from his Dad who was away on business.

The first thing he pulled out was a stuffed rabbit, red colored, with big, shiny, black eyes. "This is Bun-bun," he chirped happily in his second grader voice "I got it from my Mommy. He says weird things, about the future, and UFO's on Tuesdays, and skettios." He stopped put the bunny on the floor, and picked up his second present.

It was a brand-new, stainless steel, six-inch knife, with the face of what would later become Happy Noodle Boy on the end of the handle. "This is a special, collectable knife that my Daddy made while he was in India, he helped design it. And it's REALLY sharp!" he laughed at the last part. "I cut my fingers a few times, too."

This took place a very long time ago, it wasn't just a dream it was also a memory. Soon the scene changed to a small room with yellow smiley faces sticking their tongues out all over the dark blue wall paper. All the lights were out, except a flashlight held in the small hand of Johnny. It was still the same day.

He looked into the little blank book sitting in his lap. "What is this called again?" he asked the little cotton-tailed toy sitting next to him.

It's a Diary, but that's too girly of a name. Spell it d-i-e-dash-a-r-y.

"Like Die-ary?"

Yup, pretty much.

"Okay, Dear Die-ary, this is my first entry, some weird old kid came up to me during recess and called me a 'Wacky, blue-haired, artsy,-' and some bad words that I'm not allowed to write. He also said that he would do something to Mommy, I don't remember what he said though…it started with an R I think. Then he said he would KILL her, I don't even know him and he's threatening me! I just hope other people aren't as mean as he is…Johnny C."

Johnny slid the little book under his pillow, and was slipping into sleep…until "AAAHHHH! GET THE FUCK AWAY FR-wait, what are you doing? NOOO!" Johnny snapped awake, hearing his mother's screams terrified him. He reached under the mattress and slowly pulled out the knife his dad gave him.

He jumped off his bed and slowly shuffled to the door. He was on the first floor, the screams were coming from up the stairs. He peeked out of the doorway, attentively looking into the darkness. His eyes adjusted and he slowly climbed up those looming stairs, being only seven he was afraid of monsters coming out of the walls. He reached the top of the stairs, he listened for any sounds.

Nothing.

Then sudden crying, he turned towards it and peeked inside the room it was coming from, his parents' room.

"Hello? Mommy? I heard you crying, so I came as fast as I could. Mama? Are you there?" his eyes adjusted to the deeper darkness that clouded his vision in this more terrifying darkness. He saw his mother lying on the floor, something dark covering her neck and face.

Her eyes shifted to where Johnny was standing, "D-don't come in he-ere J-j-Nny." She gurgled, something running down her face from the corner of her mouth. Johnny took another step closer, his mother struggling to pull a sheet over her body.

"Mommy? What happened? Are you alright?" he said it with much fear hanging on his words. Hands reached out and grabbed him up.

"Well, well, well, looky here!" he said in a mocking way. "The little pip-squeak has come to save his Mama! Ha-ha! How cute!" he spat the last word out like poison. It was him, the older kid from school. "Well, your too late. Took too long I guess…I already finished raping her, and she'll be dead soon anyways, right after I kill you!" The man gripped Johnny's neck tightly.

He couldn't breathe; he desperately reached for the knife in his pants loop. He gripped it furiously, and swung blindly, until he got a satisfying scream from the man, who promptly dropped him. He had gotten his eye, which was now sliding down the tip of the knife, creating a bloody smear.

"I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do, you BRAT!" The now impaired man took his leave out of the window, missing the branch he was reaching for, he fell-not yet dead-and ran off. Johnny dropped the knife, and turned to his mother. She was lying perfectly still.

"Mommy? Mommy say something! MOMMY?" he cried. He walked over and shook her shoulder, nothing. He cried for an hour until, on shaky legs, he went and called the police.

Johnny snapped awake, the first test complete.

/\^/\

The Reverend blocked the shot aimed at his head but didn't see the kick coming, he barely moved out of the in time. The next punch she threw was caught "I don't want to hurt you," he said "The more hurt you are the longer you have to stay here, and neither of us want that now do we?"

She thought about that for a second and grudgingly backed off. "Fine, but only because soon I will have my own puppet to play with…"

A/N: Did you love it? Hate it? GOD, GIVE ME THE ANSWERS! God: Zzzzzzz… Me: Whatever, you difficult little gnome… I was listening to Bound and Gagged by Creature Feature the whole time to increase the horror part… :P