22 September 2010 – 25 September 2010
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Enjoy another Atemu the Suicidal Maniac!
Warnings: Read the title of this chapter. Reflect on the content of this story. Recycle your brain if you don't comprehend this warning.
Cast:
Johnny C. - Atemu
Die-ary - itself
"Nailbunny" - Himself (To be explained at some point)
"Psycho D-Boy" - Himself (T.b.e.a.s.p)
"Mister Fuck" - Himself (T.b.e.a.s.p)
'Flashback' - itself (themselves?)
Chapter 12: Immortality?
Atemu lay on his stomach, pencil in his skeletal hand. The words decorating the pages of his die-ary began to form coherent sentences.
Dear Diary, (A picture of Happy Noodle Boy's head was drawn in the corner)
Is it possible that I am the center point of all existence, that I am the only stitch left in the fabric of reality? Experiences have planted the seed of this thought into my mind recently.
-J.C.
-adjacent page-
You seem to be enjoying yourse-
On the next page, the single sentence began itself, Atemu's hand moving while he analyzed his sentences. The only problem was…
Atemu was not the one controlling his hand.
"You seem to enjoying yourself." At that sentence, spoken aloud, Atemu escaped from his mental limbo and ceased the movement of his hand, the beginning of the 'l' in 'yourself' having the semblance of a check mark. The voice continued on. "Quit it."
"There's nothing wrong with a genuine smile," Atemu said, putting his pencil eraser to his lips in thought. "I am enjoying myself, and I'm sick of hearing you tell me why I should be unhappy, and that I should kill myself."
The doughboy with "Fuck" on his shirt smiled his obscenely evil smile, ready to ridicule. "You're just plain sick, Johnny. You're doing nothing to be proud of. You've done hideous things, but for all the wrong reasons. Can't you feel it in you? Can't you feel that you've just become yet another one of the things that make the world so vile! YOU'VE LOST SIGHT OF THE TRUTH!"
Atemu had sat up by this point, his legs bent, yet open, and the soles of his feet against each other. Atop his feet was the little diary. "What truth?"
"That the world is degrading-"
'You got it dirty.'
"-and it laughs as you give in to its filth. You give in to its influence,-"
'Lick it clean.'
"-and you give it strength. You are sick to smile at the loss of your own better judgement! Stop this decline."
"Kill myself? Oh, please!" Atemu stood up, looking at D-Boy with a mockingly happy expression. His pencil began to twirl in his left hand as he walked by his little coffee table, which has some PEEZ dispensers and a small statuette of Horus on it. "It's not going to happen! Time and time again, I've tried and it never happens! I can't die! It won't ever happen. I'm beginning to think that something won't allow it to happen."
His stance became predatorily low to the floor as he slinked back to the doughboy. "Something always intervenes! And, yes, I have done horrible things, but haven't you notice that I never get caught? Explain that! On a crowded street, I could drain a flower vendor of all his blood , and not get caught! People would scream and vomit, and, yet, somehow, I would walk away unscathed. I could do that!"
Atemu stood back up, realizing something. "Oh, wait… I DID DO THAT! And here I am, talking, to you, instead of sitting in a padded cell! I can't die! I can't be caught! So if I must live, I would prefer to enjoy it, rather than waste my time figuring out a way to end it all."
"It'll happen. Just keep at it."
"Your noise is annoying, D-Boy." Mr. Eff, his manic expression, somewhat different from usual… More happy? He felt greedy today. "You're just jealous that Nny is over to my side now."
"You're nothing more that an outhouse to him, Mr. Eff," D-Boy declared, a strange… possessiveness consuming him, "whereas I am his home. He will return, and when he does, that will be the end of it."
"Short-sighted mite! Just a little longer and we won't even need him anymore. Leave him alone."
"What do you think, Eff? You think I'm being protected by something?" Atemu now stood solemnly, his head down, his shoulders slightly hunched, like a child receiving advise to a problem that is easily solved. "You think that the only thing keeping this reality from collapsing is my awareness of it? What do you think?"
The doughboys turned to each other, mumbling.
"You know, the idea that a thing exists solely to be the anchor-point for all known things. The old thing about what happens to the world when you close your eyes!" The boy's eyes took a psychotic look to them as he crouched down, not seeing the physical, but the meta-physical… or possibly the delusional. "Does the light even exist anymore when the refrigerator door is shut?"
He stood up right again, looking at his doughboys, a somewhat sad look in his eyes. "So what if it was true? But only for a few people! If only for me! You've seen it! I DON'T DIE!"
"Perhaps." Eff had lost his manic emotions, which made way for mild indifference. "Whatever. As long as you're not thinking of killing yourself."
"Nny!" Nailbunny's voice appeared, a small light in the bleak fog. "Don't listen to them! They're using you! They hate each other, but they're both using you!
"They're not what you think they are anymore, but they want you to think they are! Their words aren't coming from inside you anymore, anymore than they already have! They're beginning to grow apart from whatever controls them now! And whatever's behind them is just manipulating you! I'm the only one that's still a part of you! That's connected to you!" Nailbunny knew that he was not part of the boy, thus his mentioning of a connection to him after the first declaration of his relation to Nny.
"SHUT UP!"
"SILENCE!"
"Poisoning our boy's mind with your shit!" Mr. Eff walked over to the pole that the bunny's corpse was nailed to. "You offend me!" With that, he tore off the only part of the bunny that was not directly attached to the pole: his head.
"I don't remember you guys moving around like that." Atemu ran through the memories that he did have… They had never moved before… had they?
"Yes, well, the rabbit provoked us."
"Manipulated! Hah! Events have shown me only one thing - I am untouchable!" Atemu grabbed one of his "toys", powering it up with a manic smile on his face. "Existing within the realm! Existing as the realm! Need further proof? Watch this!"
"NOOOO!" "NOOOO!" Nailbunny and Eff both shouted in unison, the animal's head in the doughboy's right hand.
Atemu held up one of his favorite toys: his tazer. "Exactly! I NO die! Hee! Hee!"
Standing before his head-voices, he explained his plan. "I've set this thing so that it could kill a whale in seconds - not that I'd kill a whale. I shall jam it straight into my head! Neat, huh?" Atemu looked distant for a second as he had a flash… of… something.
'John!' A smaller version of him turned to an adult, the adult only a silhouette.
'Yes?'
'Show us your science project.'
Little Johnny felt somewhat claustrophobic as the class gathered around his desk. They were all silhouettes as well. Two copper wires with red plastic insulation were attached a penny and a paper clip, both stuck in a lemon. The end of one wire was connected to a digital stop watch that had its battery removed.
The other wire, Johnny connected it to the watch and the class was elated to see the stopwatch begin to flash its original factory settings of 00:00:00.
Johnny loved science experiments.
Psycho Doughboy smiled and began to laugh while Eff and Bunny stood (was held by his head?) by, Eff's mouth open in horror, as the frightening sound of electricity filled the room and the light from it lit up their faces.
"STILL ALIVE!" Atemu screamed, his hands help up and his arms straight out at an angle towards the sky. "Straight to the brain! And I STILL LIVE! Explain that!"
"The battery is dead!" D-Boy looked up sadly at the boy. Another failure. "You forgot to recharge it after stunning that cheerleading squad."
Atemu glared hatefully at the tazer, hoping it would burst into flames for its arrogance. "Ahh! You see! Something made me forget! Just more proof! I was perfectly willing to fry my head, but something prevented that!"
D-Boy, a sudden rush passing through him, screamed. "TRY SOMETHING ELSE! Put your head in the trash compactor! That should work!"
"I AM UNSTOPPABLE!" Atemu began to laugh maniacally, a grin slapped on his face and his hands shaking.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Um," he said, pointing at the doughboys. "How come you're not moving around anymore?"
Eff answered, leaning against the wall beside D-Boy. "We can't move around - We're made of Styrofoam."
"Oh, okay. Where was I?" Atemu stood thoughtfully. "Oh, yes…"
Next door, Yami woke up frightened by nightmares and the creepy laughing from the Scary-Neighbor Man's house.