I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Seeing as Beelzebub (Beezy's full biblical name) literally translates to 'Lord of the Flies,' I thought Lord of the Fries would be a pretty appropriate chapter title, since he's also such a glutton.

Oh also—just for reference—Beezy was not an original concept character (at least to my knowledge); however, early production art (made after JTS was greenlit, but before character designs and names were finalized) shows that his original design was pretty much exactly the same as it is now, with the exception that he was slightly shorter and his brown shorts also had a pink floral-patterned design on them. Yes; a lot like Patrick Star's shorts.

Chapter 8

Lord of the Fries

"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" WHAM!

Jimmy landed head first into the solid concrete below the factory's dome. He picked himself up from the cracked pavement, shaking the stars out of his eyes. "Man that was some fall." He looked back up at the spot from Lucifer's office where he had fallen and shouted. "Ok, I'll see you later then! Come visit me sometime!"

He started walking back to his brand, new house. He pictured all the things he would do now that he was an official resident of Miseryville.

"The first thing I'm going to do is explore this place. I totally want to see all the buildings and monsters. And I'm gonna have to check out the beach and forests too. Then I can get some furniture for the house. A comfy couch, some tables, and a real bed. And I'll definitely need a T.V. too. I hope they have Teletoon in Hell."

Jimmy was approaching the entrance to his block when his ears picked up on a dull groaning. He looked around at the seemingly deserted street. "Huh, I wonder where that's coming from."

He continued, all the while the groaning was getting loader. He was half past the huge, white mansion on his street before he finally saw where the noise was coming from.

Sandwiched between his house and the mansion was the mansion's disconnected garage. It was white with two half circle windows and a larger arched window at the garage's entrance, giving the entire structure the appearance of an angry face. It was fairly large compared to a normal garage. It even had a patio deck on the roof where anyone could just hang or relax.

In the yard, lying flat on its stomach, was some sort of tall, fat red monster. Its face was buried in the grass and its long, red tail was pointed directly upward. The monster was moaning pretty loudly.

Jimmy silently tiptoed over to it and watched it. The monster didn't seem to hear him, as it was busy groaning despairingly. Jimmy quietly leaned down to the monster's head and whispered. "HEY DUDE, WHAT'S THE MATTER?"

The monster shot up with surprise and landed hard on the ground. He turned his head, frightened. "Wh-who's there?"

"Mhmhmhmhmmh."

The monster looked around, but he couldn't see anyone. "Uh, where are you exactly?" Just then, he saw a hand coming from under his butt. "Ooooh, there you are." He lifted himself up and caught a glimpse of the flattened boy lying on the ground. "What are you doing down there?"

"Oh nothing…" Jimmy muttered, dazed from being squished into a paper-thin cutout. He stumbled up and put his thumb into his mouth. Then he blew as hard as he could, blowing up his flattened body into its normal round shape.

Jimmy hadn't even introduced himself before the red monster started groaning again. "Uhhhhhh…" It rubbed its stomach, and it looked as if it was going to collapse on the ground again.

"So why were you just laying here?" Jimmy questioned. The teen then took notice of the red monster's big figure. It had long yellow claws and toe-claws, and short, pointy horns. It also had a long red nose, and a long, fat red tail. The monster wasn't wearing any clothes, except for a pair of brown shorts with a pink flower pattern.

"Ugh, I've been trying to open my house's stupid door, but it won't budge. And now I'm starrvvviiiiiinnnngg!" The monster started pounding on the garage's side door with frustration. "C'mon, open! Why. Won't. You. OPEN?"

Jimmy looked around in the yard. "Did you lose your key or something? Maybe I can help you find it."

The monster just stared at Jimmy suspiciously. "Why would you want to do that?"

Jimmy smiled. "'Cause I want to help. That's what neighbors are for."

"Huh, I didn't know I had a neighbor. But I don't use a key; my door's probably just jammed." The huge red devil monster shrugged. "Whelp, guess that's it then. See ya later."

He started walking toward the street when Jimmy ran in front of him. "Hey, we can't just give up. I think I know how to get in there."

A tired frown spread across the red monster's face. "*Groan* But that sounds like work to me. Work and me don't really mix."

The red monster scratched his stomach. He didn't really need to get into his house. He was fine just sleeping on the ground, or in any old place. He normally just slept wherever he wanted.

"But I thought you said you were hungry?" Jimmy persisted. "If we get in there, you can eat all the food you have in your fridge."

The red monster's ears sprang up. Now he was motivated. "Well what are we waiting for?" A smile spread across his face as he started salivating. He could already taste the barbecued snot beast and grilled lava worm sandwiches he had been saving.

"That's the spirit! First, I think we should- OOMPH." The red monster grabbed Jimmy in his claws and started running toward the garage.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Jimmy tried his best to talk as he was being gripped tightly by the sprinting red, devil monster. "What are you going to- AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhh!" The monster threw Jimmy up into the sky, towards the garage's deck roof. Jimmy soared through the air, briefly catching a glimpse of the entire neighborhood from a bird's eye view. "Wow, everything looks so pretty."

The suns had all gone down by now, and Miseryville's moon was illuminating the neighborhood's otherwise pitch-dark street. Jimmy could even see the silhouette of the Misery Inc. factory off in the distance.

"Man, everything looks so beautiful from up here." He closed his eyes, and started flapping his arms like a bird, unaware that he was beginning to dive faster and faster toward the roof. "I hope when I turn into a Goody Two-Shoes, I'll get some cool looking wings so I can fly around all the time."

Before he could even open his eyes again, the boy landed face-first on the hard, grey concrete floor of the garage's roof.

"OW! Man that hurts." He rubbed his aching face and looked around on the roof deck. It was pretty empty except for a single beach chair set up, probably for that monster to relax on in the sun. He started to hear some muffled shouting from down below. He walked over to the edge of the roof's deck and looked down at the red, devil monster, who was waving and shouting at him.

"OK, NOW ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GO DOWN THE STEPS AND UNLOCK THE DOOR FROM THE INSIDE!" The monster shouted from down below.

Jimmy turned and saw the door to the stairwell on the roof's towering chimney. "OK!" he shouted back down, "I'LL MEET YOU AT THE BOTTOM!"

He raced to the door, and down the steps. The first floor of the 'house' was almost completely shrouded in darkness, with only a small amount of moonlight coming in from the windows. "Ok, let me just find a light switch."

He started feeling around along the walls when he tripped on something gooey. "Yuck!" He felt it covering his pants and shoes as he stumbled back up. "What is this stuff?"

He scooped up some of it in his hands and felt it. It was almost impossible to see what it was in the darkness, but Jimmy was almost sure it was some kind of food. He tried to wipe it off his clothes, but it was so sticky. "Oh man. This stuff is all over me."

He kept fumbling around in the dark, still looking for a light switch, but the further he went, the more garbage and food slop he kept running into.

Finally, after a few minutes of wandering aimlessly around in pitch blackness and tripping over trash covered furniture and gunk, Jimmy miraculously stumbled onto a lamp stuck in a pile of garbage. He flicked it on, but immediately wished he had stayed in the dark.

In the light, Jimmy could see dirt and mold covering the walls of the house; piles of plastic soda bottles, food wrappers, and trash completely blanketed the floor. Junk, ranging from car tires to appliances to metal scraps to cardboard boxes, were dumped in large piles all over the place. There were even several slices of pizza stuck onto the ceiling. Half of the furniture was nearly entirely buried in trash, with only a green couch and large T.V. still completely visible. It was as if the place had been used as a garbage dump and abandoned for years. And it looked so clean from the outside too.

"GROSS!" Jimmy could barely keep from gagging, "How can anyone live like this?" He felt like vomiting, but he remembered that monster was still waiting for him. "Maybe I can help him clean up later."

He scanned the first floor. He saw the entrance to the kitchen, which was covered with even more food scraps and trash than the living room, and a door which led to the main garage section of the house. He made his way past the mounds of garbage and junk, toward the wall where the house's entrance should have been. But all he saw was a mountain of dirt and clothes.

"HEY," Jimmy shouted out to the monster, still waiting outside, "The door's blocked by all of your stuff! What should I do!"

There was no response.

Jimmy tried shouting louder. "HEY DUDE! ARE YOU STILL THERE?"

Nothing. There was dead silence. "Aw, come on. I hope he didn't leave."

Jimmy tried getting to one of the windows to peek outside. One was rusted and covered in ketchup and mustard, for some odd reason, but he was able to pry it open and stick his head out into the yard. It was still dark, with only a small amount of light escaping from inside the house. The clouds were covering up the moon, so Jimmy could barely see past the front lawn of the house. A few yards in front of him, he could make out the bulky red monster lying on the grass, curled up in a ball.

"Hey! Are you even awake?" Jimmy shouted toward the monster. The monster didn't respond, but yawned and then curled up closer with his tail.

"Yeah, he's definitely sleeping." Jimmy shut the window and turned his attention back toward Laundry Mountain. "Man it's going to take me forever to move this. But it doesn't look like I have a choice."

Jimmy started picking up dirty clothes one by one, and folding them into a pile. "Hey this isn't so bad." His smile picked up as he started to get faster and faster at it. He began turning it into a game, seeing how fast he could fold and pile the clothes away.

"Phew… that takes care of the clothes." Jimmy proudly exhaled. He stood and admired the huge, neat pile of shirts, socks, and shorts that he stacked away. He turned back toward the door, which was still being blocked by a mound of dirt and dust. "At least I can see the door now."

Now all he needed was something to clean the dirt with. He looked around several piles of random junk for a broom or a mop. Stuck between a broken car bumper and piles of pizza boxes, was an old broom with the handle broken in two. "Man, this looks ancient. I don't think he's even used this once."

But it was the only thing Jimmy had. So he got to work sweeping up the dirt and grime into a pile away from the door. "Ah, that's better."

Although the new clean spot in front of the door was still pretty messy, it was definitely the cleanest spot in the house. Jimmy opened the newly accessible door and stepped out into the yard. The moon had since come out from the clouds and it was much easier to see the neighborhood. He walked over to the red monster, still snoring on the grass, and started shaking him.

"Hey dude, wake up. I unlocked the door."

"ZzzzzZzzzzzZzz…" The monster snored soundly on the lawn. It looked like he was out cold.

"Hmmm, well that's too bad then," Jimmy grinned as he slowly started walking back toward the house, "I guess I'll have to eat all your food by myself then…"

The monster's ears and tail shot up like rockets, and his sleeping eyes flashed open widely. "NOOOOOO!" He pounced on Jimmy, and they both went tumbling through the door before crashing into a pile of garbage bags.

"Haha, I knew that would wake you up." Jimmy laughed as he stumbled back on his feet. "Anyway, I got the door open. There was a huge pile of clothes and dirt blocking it, but don't worry, I cleaned it up for you."

"Wazzat?" The monster had already made his way to the fridge, checking to make sure all his food was still there. "Did you say you cleaned something?"

"Yeah I cleaned all the stuff that was blocking your door, see?" Jimmy pointed to the large pile of folded clothes that he cleared away. "Now you won't have to worry getting locked out again."

The monster stared at the folded up laundry, with a look of disgust in his face. "No, no, no. This won't work." He took a bottle of ketchup from his fridge and without warning, began pouring it into his shorts.

"Um, what are you doing?" Jimmy said, scratching his head.

"Just a little something I like to call the TOMATO BUTT BOOOOOOOMB!"

The monster took a running start and then jumped toward the pile of clothes. He then crouched up into a ball as his body cannon-balled toward the heap. SPLAT! As soon as he hit the pile, the ketchup in his pants exploded all over the room. The clothes, walls, furniture, and Jimmy were all coated with the dripping red condiment.

"Ewww, gross!" Jimmy shouted as he was coated with a wave of ketchup. He tried wiping the ketchup off his face and clothes, but he was completely drenched in the stuff.

"Ah, that's much better." The large red devil monster sighed with relief as he began to lick the ketchup off himself. "Now, back to my snot-beast sandwich." He skipped back over to the fridge, and began digging around in it for the snot-beast slices and bread.

"Why did you do that? Now the clothes are all messy again." Jimmy frowned at the now disorganized, ketchup covered pile of clothes that he had so neatly stacked before.

"Because," the monster garbled as he chewed on his food, "I don't like it when things are clean. That's not really my style." He then threw his entire sandwich into his mouth and ate it with one bite. "BUUURRRRP!"

"Oh, well um, my name's Jimmy. Jimmy Two-Shoes." His smile widened. This was the first time he had officially gotten to use his new name.

"Two-Shoes?" The monster repeated, sounding confused. He looked down at Jimmy's feet. "Well I guess that makes sense. You do have two shoes." The monster then grabbed a soda from his fridge and started chugging it down.

"What?" Jimmy answered, "No, that's not why. It's because I'm a Two-Shoes monster. You know, a Goody Two-Shoes."

The monster shrugged. "If you say so." He scratched his stomach and then leisurely walked to the green couch in the living room. "I wonder what's on T.V."

Jimmy walked over, doing his best to avoid the trash and ketchup covering the floor, and sat beside him on the couch. "So, uh, what's your name?" Jimmy asked curiously.

"*Sigh* It's Beelzebub." The red monster sighed as he dug the T.V.'s remote control out of a pile of junk next to the couch and started flipping through channels.

"B-Bell-zebub? Bale-zebub?" Jimmy mangled the name with his tongue. He wasn't really accustomed to pronouncing hard names.

"No, it's Beelzebub, like Ba'al-zebub."

Jimmy's mouth twisted and turned as he tried to get the pronunciation right. He looked ridiculous doing it, but he didn't know any other way to get his mouth to say it right. "Bee-EL-zuh-bub?"

"Yeah, that's it. *YAWN*"

Jimmy smiled nervously. "Uh, what if I just call you Beezy? Bee-el-zuh-bub is a little too hard for me to say."

The monster's ears pricked up. "…Beezy?" He stopped flipping through channels on the T.V. as his face seemed to be mulling over the new nickname. "Beezy…" A wide smile suddenly began to creep on his tired face. "Beezy! Beezy J. Heinous!"

Jimmy smile widened also. "You really like it?"

"Yeah, it's so much better than Beelzebub. I never really liked that name anyway."

Jimmy thought over his new friend's name. He was sure he had heard it before. "Beezy J. Heinous. Heinous… Heinous…" He looked over at the reclining monster again. Red body, short pointy horns, and a long red nose. "I know I've seen this before… but where?"

The red monster slouched in the sofa, still smiling at his new nickname. Finally, now he could actually be proud when someone asked him his name. He never noticed how much he disliked the name Beelzebub until now.

"Hey Beezy, would your dad happen to be Lucifer Heinous?"

The monster's smile disappeared. "*Groan* Yeah…unfortunately."

"That's so cool! I just met him today! He was the one who told me that I was turning into a Goody Two-Shoes. Oh and look, he even signed for my new house next door." Jimmy took out the housing contract from his pocket and held it up proudly.

"Wow really? That doesn't sound like my dad. Whenever someone asks him for anything, he usually just has them dipped in acid and thrown into a pit of lava piranhas or something. *Sigh* That was the worst birthday ever…"

Jimmy tucked the contract back into his pocket. Today had been great. Along with Lucy and Samy, Beezy made friend #3 for the day. "So I was thinking, maybe tomorrow we could hang out and walk around the city. I wanna see everything in Miseryville."

Beezy looked over at Jimmy with some not-so-subtle skepticism in his eyes. "What do mean 'hang out'?"

"You know," Jimmy laughed, "like do stuff together. We could go to the movies, or the park, or swim at the beach."

Beezy was still looking over Jimmy suspiciously. It didn't make sense to him why this guy would just want to spend time with him when he hadn't done anything for him. The boy had to be after something. "And why would we do that?"

"Because we're friends. And neighbors. Freighbors. Or maybe neighbriends. No actually, Freighbors sounds better, let's go with that."

"Fr-frei-frands?" The word stumbled across the large red devil monster's tongue. He had no idea what a frand was. He had never even heard that word before.

"No, friends. You know, people who like each other, and hang out together and play together."

Beezy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. He wasn't buying this whole friend thing. There had to be some kind of catch. "So what does the other friend get out of it?"

Still smiling, Jimmy tried his best to describe what a friendship meant. "Well you don't get stuff if that's what you mean. You get someone you can trust and support, and they trust and support you too. Oh yeah and happiness. Happiness is the best part."

Beezy's eyes grew wide. "Happiness…? You mean like non-misery?"

Jimmy nodded. "That's a weird way to put it but sure, I guess being happy means you're not miserable."

Beezy scratched his head. "My dad always says that you can only be happy by making someone else miserable. That and having lots of money."

Jimmy started laughing. "Haha oh that Lucy; he always makes the funniest jokes. I've never been rich or made anyone miserable, and I'm happy all the time."

Beezy started twiddling his claws. "So uh… we're f-frands now?"

Jimmy's smile reached ear to ear. "That's friends, and yeah you bet buddy!"

The red devil monster just stared at Jimmy's face. The boy's wide smile kind of made him want to start smiling. And now they were friends. He had never had a person to do stuff with before. Everyone was either too mean or too miserable.

Groowwl. Jimmy put his hands over his stomach. In all the excitement in the day, he had forgotten to eat something. In fact, he couldn't remember eating anything since he came to Miseryville.

Beezy's ear caught the sound of Jimmy's stomach rumbling. It sounded a lot like his, only much less loud. He could feel something trying to escape his lips, coming from deep within his gut. Finally, his mouth started moving without him even realizing it, and he said something he thought he never would in a million years: "Do you want to eat something? I could make you a sandwich."

Jimmy's face lit up. A sandwich sounded great, especially since his stomach felt like it was starting to eat itself. "Yeah, thanks. I'd love a sandwich."

The red devil monster's face went blank for a few seconds, trying to contemplate what just happened. He then began to realize that he had just offered some of his food to someone else. HIS food! What was he thinking? He hated to share his stuff, especially anything edible.

"Uh… um I-… oh did you want any kind?" Beezy stuttered. Now he realized what he was saying, but for some reason he just couldn't stop himself.

"Oh I'll take anything you have. I don't really know what sandwiches they have in Miseryville." Jimmy stated gratefully.

The large red devil monster got to his feet and slowly started making his way to the kitchen. As he opened his fridge to get the leftover slices of snot beast, he tried to figure out why he was doing this. He never had an urge to give anyone food before. It was like something inside him was compelling him to. That kid did help him get inside his house, and didn't even ask for anything in return. Plus he was the first frand the red monster had ever had. Nobody else ever wanted to hang out or even talk to him. And the boy was really, really cheerful; probably the most non-miserable monster he had ever seen in Miseryville. Before he could blink again, he found himself standing in front of Jimmy, holding a plate with a snot beast sandwich on it.

Jimmy happily took the sandwich and started eating. "Wow this is delicious! Thanks Beezy."

The red devil monster started to smile. No one ever complimented his food-making skills. It was the one thing he was good at. Well, that and eating food of course. Maybe this frand thing wasn't so bad after all. He sat back down and looked at Jimmy. The boy had just finished the sandwich and slouched back in the sofa, patting his now-full stomach. Normally the red devil monster had at least five sandwiches for a light snack, yet it only took one for Jimmy to get stuffed.

Jimmy laid himself back on the soft couch. That sandwich really hit the spot. As his food-coma set in, his eyes wandered to the windows. Outside was completely enveloped in blackness; it seemed the neighborhood didn't have any streetlights. "*YAWN* Hey Beezy, do you know what time it is?"

Beezy looked down at his wrist to check the time.

"Huh, I should really get a watch one of these days." The monster yawned as he stared down onto his bare wrist.

"Well, do you have a clock or something?" Jimmy asked. The teen looked around on the walls. There were a few pictures hung up of Beezy and his father, all showing the pair frowning, and even some framed pictures of sandwiches and milkshakes.

"Huh let me see…" Beezy brought up the T.V. guide and checked the time. "It's almost 9 o'clock."

Jimmy couldn't believe it had already gotten so late. He stretched his arms up and yawned. He had been so busy; he hadn't even noticed how tired his body felt. "It's kind of late. I think I'm gonna go back to my house now." He turned to say goodbye to Beezy, only to see the monster suddenly asleep on the couch, snoring soundly. "Awww, goodnight buddy."

Jimmy pulled a blanket from one of the piles of trash and draped it over the sleeping red devil monster. He made sure to turn off the T.V. and the lamp so Beezy's sleep wouldn't be interrupted. He then tiptoed to the door and quietly made his way out of the house. As he shut the door, he could see that the white limo from the mansion next door had already come back. There was no light coming from inside the mansion either. "Huh, I guess everyone's gone to bed already."

He started to stroll over to his house, taking in what little he could see of the neighborhood now that it was nearly pitch-black. Only a few gleams of moonlight escaped from the clouds, so he couldn't really see anything past the last line of houses on the street. He followed the pathway to the sidewalk, and finally made it back to his new crash pad: 26 Misery Street, Miseryville, Hell 66666.

He opened the door to his still barren house and quietly shut the door. It was even darker inside the house than it had been in Beezy's, only Jimmy didn't have the luxury of a lamp or any electricity. He had to blindly search for the stairs in the dark, although at least he didn't have to worry about tripping over piles of trash now.

He found the base of the stairs and made his way up; past the bathroom and down the hallway to the room where the old mattress was still lying on the bare floor. "*YAWN* Man am I tired."

He untied his black bowtie and took off his shoes. PLOP! Jimmy dove straight onto the dusty mattress and tried to get comfy. Two days living in Miseryville, and the only thing he'd seen so far was the Misery Inc. factory. But on the plus side, he did get to meet Lucy, Samy, and Beezy, and he was going to go sightseeing in the morning.

Lying on the old mattress in the dark, he tried to keep his heavy eyelids from closing; he was tired but he didn't really feel like going to sleep just yet.

He tried to think of his former life back on Earth. It was getting harder and harder for him to remember anything past that morning at the bus stop. His friends, school, parents and last name were all still drawing a blank in his head. He couldn't even remember if he had parents or not. "I hope I haven't forgotten everything."

But at least he still knew his first name, and he remembered what his old house used to look like. And he remembered that he loved to have fun and smile. "At least that hasn't changed." He whispered to himself with a tired grin.

He paused for a moment in the darkness. There was no noise coming from the house or outside. No crickets chirping, no dogs barking, or wolves howling, no nothing. He tried to keep himself awake by humming, but that only made him sleepier. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, sleep was slowly starting to creep into his eyes. He didn't have any fight left in him, and in a few short minutes he was fast asleep.