Yuki: Part of my Naraku no Chibi Neko series...
Anika: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac!...
Yuki: ... in a crossover format.
Cast in Chapter Two:
Johnny C. - Atemu
Todd 'Squee' Casil - Yami
Survey Man - Haga
Anika: ENJOY!!!
Yuki: Just a side note - In dialogue form, the chars. will refer to each other by their counterparts names. For example: Instead of Atemu (Johnny) calling Yami 'Yami', he will call him 'Squee'. Another example: When Atemu name isn't said, I will call him Atemu, but if someone says his name, they shall say Johnny.
Note 1 from the last chapter - Atemu/Johnny is ambidextrous.
WARNING: VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER! (made as nongraphic as possible)
Chapter Two: Survey in Hell
The doorbell rang at house 750. Haga stood there for a few moments while waiting for someone to answer the door. When it opened, it revealed a very fat and grotesque woman with a popular 'Damn, I'm Nasty' shirt, as well as two babies hanging onto her right and left shoulders. Haga held up his clipboard and began to speak.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm conducting a survey for the Neighborhood Crime Counsel. As you may know, the people of our city have recently been subject to a massive increase in hideously brutal mutilations. Now, I'd just like to ask you a few questions if you have the time." The women seemed to ponder this for a few seconds before answering.
"Well, I'd really hate to miss Oprah Windy, but this whole mutilation thing is pretty upsetting, so ask away."
The television inside started to advertise the next segment of Oprah Windy: "Next, men who eat human waste and the women who love to kiss them!"
Haga looked at his clipboard and asked his first question. "Okeedo! So... What do you think about murder?"
"Well," the fat woman began as one of her children began to chew on her head. "Just last week, I found my husband's headless body nailed to the wall, with his open chest cavity stuffed with human skulls, so I'd have to say that it'ssss... um... bad."
"Mm, hmm." Haga wrote down the woman's answers, thanked her for her time, and went to the next house on the list. Soon, he came to a house not on his list, but seemed promising. After all, its number was 777.
A 'Keep off the loose soil' sign was in front of the house and two large, front facing windows were boarded off with long wooden planks. Haga whistled and led his finger to the doorbell.
A loud scream was heard when he pushed the button. Soon, a tanned young man answered the door, his red eyes looking at Haga with annoyance and confusion.
"Yes?"
"Hello there!!" Say, I couldn't help but notice your house number, 777? That's funny! Isn't that, like, the number for heaven, or something. Heh, heh." Haga stood there, his clipboard to his chest, looking like an idiot. Atemu decided to open the door a bit wider, revealing his home.
A desk lamp stood on a wooden box, its light facing the ceiling. Next to the edge of the light, was a noose hanging from the wooden planks of the ceiling. A splatter of something red deocrated a cracked wall.
"Does this look like heaven?" Atemu stood there, his form looking very malnourished in his tight striped shirt and his fingers gripping at the door.
"Uh, no, I guess not. Hey," Haga said, pressing the doorbell again. "I think there is something wrong with your doorbell. See." He pressed it again. A buzzing/screaming noise came from somewhere in the house.
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Somewhere, deep within the secret bowels of the house...
A man, naked except for what appeared to be leather belts around his shins, his calves and torso, as well as his wrists, was hooked up to the electric circuits of the house, connected to the wires by what people wore in hospitals in order for their brainwaves to be measured. He screamed as one of those devices, which was on his head, began to course electricity, normally used for a doorbell, though his body, making him scream.
"AAAAAGH!"
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"Did you want something?" Atemu stood there, wanting this man out of his home.
"Oh, yes!" Haga held up his clipboard, revealing some of his questions.
Survey
1. Murder. What's with that?
2. Do you kill people?
3. Pain. Good?
4. Have you ever been murdered?
"I'm from the Neighborhood Crime Counsel. It's a survey on the recent wave of violent crimes. So I'd just like to a..." Suddenly, Haga was pulled inside.
"GET IN HERE!!" Atemu threw Haga onto his floor and slammed the door shut. "Two nights ago, I was taking a walk at night, and this little chihuahua started following me!!! GODDAMMIT!! IT KNEW!! I ran, and finally lost it and made it home!!! BUT IT KNEW!! IT KNEWWWW!!"
"What is this?" Haga was dazed from suddenly being manhandled. Suddenly, he was pulled by his shirt and was held face to face with Atemu.
"Did the dog send you?!"
"NO!!" Haga was truly scared out of his mind. "I'm just doing a survey! HONEST!!!"
Atemu lowered the male slightly, calming down enough to regain perception of the world. "Oh. Okay." He let go of Haga and took a few steps back towards his door, the metal on his boots clicking against the floor. He smiled and spread out his arms, a stance of slight regret and openmindedness.
"So whaddya wanna know?!"
Wary of the man's behavior now, Haga backed up from Atemu, though still on the floor. "Umm... you now, this really isn't that important! I should leave! YES!!! Right now!! Sorry to have disturbed.. eh... bothered you!!"
Atemu had that manic look in his eyes return. "Not at all!! I guess I needed a break!"
It was then that Haga noticed a desk with an attached lamp. A drawing of a stick figure with hair graced the page in its fucked up splendor. "I was just drawing a comic; Happle Noodle Boy. It's really popular with the homeless insane. Now, ask me questions! Lot's of questions!! Please. Sit."
The survey man sat in a wooden chair while Atemu got a wooden box that read 'NAILS' to sit down upon. Haga began his survey.
"Uhh, alright. Errr, okay. So, what are your views on this current surge of violent crimes? And what can be done to protect the people?" Haga was sweating drops from fear.
"Hmmm." Atemu began to ponder this quesiton before answering. "The violent crimes?" He placed his hands on the edge of the box, a down arrow on the box in the space between his hands and taking up most of the box.
"All perfectly natural in a society whose advances are limited to its technology. The basic behaviors of the modern human is hardly different from that of its primitive ancestors. The only noticeable changes are trends." It was then that Haga noticed that there were dolls nailed to the cracked walls of house 777.
"Whether in a suit," Atemu continued, "or in a loincloth, people are ignorant little thorns cutting into one another."
Haga wrote down some things that he found out from his time in this house so far. Dear God!! Please let me live through this day. Atemu did not stop speaking.
"They seem incapable of advancing beyond violent tendencies which, at one time, were necessary for survival."
The homicidal one raised his right hand, as though holding the words he would speak. "As for protecting the people, well that's a bit of a paradox - at least from what I know. I'm sure that if you searched into the lives of some of these victims, you would find out that they, themselves, were the cause of their very deaths."
Atemu's left hand let go of the box as well, holding more words. "In those cases, the so-called 'victim', at some earlier time, played some part in the creation of their 'killer'. I velieve that the life ended was ended for the fact that it was wasted on something that would never evolve beyond the childish cruelty so many never cast off."
Haga sat there, his eyes wide. "Okayyy."
The man he was questioning put his right leg up on to the box, placed his elbow on his knee, and rested his chin on his hand. "Now," Atemu said, "Ask another one."
"Sure. Mm..." Haga looked back down at his clipcoard. "So what do you think of the idea that violence on television and other media have a negative effect on kids and other impressionable minds?"
"Ooh..." Atemu smiled and seemed carefree as he explained his views. "Any pile of stunted growht unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, TV, music - they're all just entertainment, no guidebooks for damning yourself!"
"These are some fantastic answers! I'm sorry I was so nervous before." Haga felt his anxiety disappear sometime during Atemu's explanation. "But don't worry now. I'd be glad to go on with the questions. I've got one, but it's pretty weird."
Haga held his pencil ready to write down more answers. "You might remember the girl found behind the mall. Very strange. She was drained of all her blood. Police think that, maybe, the killer has some sort of vampirism thing, like, he drinks his victims' blood!" Haga did not notice Atemu tense up and grab somethings from the floor. "What do you think?"
"I NEVER DRANK HER BLOOD! NVER! BUT I NEEDED IT!!" Atemu jumped up his left leg up on the box on which he had been sitting and two knives in his hands. Both knives had a small sphere at the end of the handle. Haga could not see what was on the spheres, but was too focused on the silver blades.
"You see!!" Atemu pointed to a far wall, coated in a red substance, blood, with the knife in his right hand. Paint cans filled with said substance were placed on a box in the corner farthest from the maniac.
"It changes color when it dries! IT NEVER STAYS!! I HAVE TO KEEP THE WALL WET!!" The last thing that Haga saw was that the spheres on the knife handles were smiley faces, though they were frowns.
Haga's arms from the elbow down were ripped and cut off, blood escaping from every available cut. The last thing before Haga realized before lost consciousness was his own pencil being jammed into his skull, his tibia being pushed up through his knee, and a blade being jamed a few times into his chest.
Atemu threw the now dead man out of one of his boarded up windows, wood flying along with the bloody and slightly dismembered corpse.
Yami was walking down the sidewalk, cautious as he walked past the house of the Scary Neighbor Man, as he had dubbed Atemu or Johnny, as the man had preferred to be called.
Suddenly, a bloody, tattered body landed near the sidewalk, the man's glasses surprisingly not broken from coming off of the man's face, which was currently dirtying the ground with blood.
Yami 'squee-ed' in absolute terror at the gorey sight, and screamed again at the sight of the Scary Neighbor Man's red eyes, which appeared to glow as he gazed out of the once boarded window. He ran home, screaming
Atemu, not noticing Yami, or 'Squee', at all, yelled one last thing to the corpse that had been a survey taker.
"ASK A DIFFERENT QUESTION!"
END OF CHAPTER TWO
Yuki: YAY IT'S DONE!!!
Anika: Well, this is the first time in the whole fic that something violent towards another human has taken place.
Atemu/Johnny: REVIEW OR I'LL USE YOU TO PAINT THE WALL!!!!!!!!!!
Yami/Squee: O.O (faints)