Author's Note: Well this thing hold some Character Views. I got a bit tired of Third person. Meh. This should be interesting tho.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Jhonen Vasquez.

Chapter Three- Sparkling Grey

-Johnny's P.O.V-

I was staring at a hole in the wall. Deep in thought about this week's events. The man from apparently inside Ms. Right's head, and the kidnapping in general. Maybe that voice was like Squee's Teddy Bear. Shmee...

He defiantly was rude enough.

But the polite smile of Madison Right, she had an interesting smile. But everything about her still burned into my skull. Argh it's getting on my nerves. Maybe I'll go check the Memory Box, to see if there's a picture of her inside there.

I traveled upstairs to the eight floor, and pried up a loose floorboard. Underneath was a shoebox with "Memories" scribbled on the lid. I never did look at this much, usually to painful to not know anything anymore that which lies in this dusty box.

But this was an exception, despite the pain. I searched through random pictures, documents, and other such things that I couldn't remember. Every time I looked through this box, I would of course try to recall these people. I could always recognize me…I was smiling.

Then I found this picture of when I was much younger, about eleven years old, give or take. I had my arm around a redheaded girl's neck and she had her arm around my neck. We both have large grins.

I stared at it, staring at the faces, the little girl, her hair, her eyes…

Ow… My head hurts. I need a brainfreezy.

I put the photo of my eleven-year-old self in my pocket and replaced the box in its original hiding spot. I slid the board over and walked out of the room whistling a tune.

-Madison's P.O.V-

I can't make heads or tails of Roy…lazy or just annoying. Yeah sure he's always annoyed me, but that's when I could just block him out. Now when he doesn't have my full attention he backhands my head.

When out in public, he'll make stupid faces, flicking my head, just basically use me as a meat puppet. But that's when I do make it outside. When I want to leave he pulls me back and whines about missing his favorite show or something.

One thing that helps is I can stab him and of course he does come back. But after I do (on most occasions) he'll go sulk off in the corner. Those are the good days. But if I could just somehow to make sure he stays dead… Then I'll be goooood.

For now, I'm running low on victims. That's one thing Roy doesn't bother to interrupt. I need a new job that has nothing to do with coffee.

So why not hit two birds with one stone? Drop off resume's and find a few idiots along the way.

I grabbed my coat and printed off some resumes. Roy saw this and frowned he opened his mouth to say something in protest, but I grabbed his wrist, kicked open the door and threw him out to the hallway. Locking up afterwards I made my way down the hall hearing Roy curse like a sailor behind me.

-Johnny's P.O.V-

Slurrp… Sip!

"Mmm… That was refreshing a nice Cherry Doom Brainfreezy to get the old brainmeats going again. Now… What was I thinking before the mighty thirst for cherry doom…? That's right this photo." I say to myself pulling out a slightly crinkled picture of a young girl and myself.

I stared at the photo once more, my left hand rolling a penny between its fingers in my pocket. I walked into this room filled with random shit, and a lone long-standing mirror amongst the chaos. It was a bit cracked but still usable.

I chewed my lower lip; I looked up to the mirror. Recalling this is where I stood looking at myself before I went to pick up Devi for our disastrous date.

I sighed unhappily about to turn and leave when… If I am imagining or not… Myself… But much shorter, younger and waving at me. My fingers met the glass I stared sadly at my youth.

The younger me smiled and stopped waving. He began saying, "don't look so sad. You're holding a happy picture of me and our best friend."

"Best…friend?" I croaked.

"mmhmm!" My youth nodded.

"I had a friend? Me?" I asked glancing at the photo.

"You still do… They're just reeeally hard to find." My reflection says softly, tilting his head to the side.

"But is this one still alive? Do I know her?" I asked desperately pointing at the young girl in the still frame.

My youth shook his head, but still smiled. He said, "I can't tell you that, but I can tell you she's right under your nose. I have to go now… Mum is calling, just look over your shoulder I'll always be there."

He giggled and faded away. His voice echoed all through my head. He was so happy, warm, carefree, a child. Was I really like that? Was I really ever happy?

My hands were shaking I dropped the picture. It floated down; I collapsed to my knees, eyes wider then dinner plates. As memories flooded back to my mind, (just the ones of my early childhood up to when I was Eleven) I looked at the picture again, Picking it up and pressing it to my chest.

I whispered hoarsely "Maddie…"

End of Chapter

So this is the end of Chapter Three. I had some fun with switching the P.O.V's around, I hope I didn't screw up Johnny's character. Same goes for Chapter Two. I hope you enjoyed this double hit by me! Yay...

-Darkarise