Hi again, lovely readers! When we last left off, Squee had broken into a crying fit. Wonder why that is? Well, that part isn't going to be revealed just yet, but you can be assured it has NOTHING to do with... *shudder*... NnyXSquee... UGH!

ANYWAY, this chapter we get a nice dose of crazy Johnny! So, I hope you enjoy~

Johnny had been in some very unsettling situations before. He had captured and murdered thousands of people in his lifetime, had his head bashed in to a mirror by a hysterical woman, and had been shot in the head and been sent to Heaven and Hell and back. But he had never, in his entire life (or what he could remember of it, anyway) been in a situation like this.

The boy's sobs continued for at least five minutes. Within that time Johnny had remained motionless, still brain dead. He had pat the boy on the shoulder. What else was he supposed to do? Just crouch there and stare at Squee until he eventually stopped crying?

... Well, it was what he wanted to do, partly...

Then, another idea sprang up into his head, this one even more outrageous than the last. It was extremely unlikely to ever happen, so why wouldn't it just GET OUT OF HIS HEAD?!

"Christ; I don't even have voices anymore and I still don't have control over me!" Johnny snarled to himself, not thinking about how Squee would interpret it.

A particularly loud sob jerked Johnny out of his thoughts. He lowered his eyelids in mild irritation at the unfairness of it all. Why did Squee have to cry in front of him and make him deal with it? Now he was getting all these strange thoughts in his head like suddenly his mind was open for renovation. Again.

Once more, Johnny observed Squee in his vulnerable state. He'd been crying and sobbing loudly for the last ten minutes and didn't show any signs of stopping anytime soon. That stupid and crazy idea in Nny's head was now pressing on more than ever, and Johnny felt more and more inclined to take a mental knife in his mind and stab his subconscious to bits, before locking it in an imaginary chest, burning it, and then throwing it into a dark abyss where horrible demon monsters would eat it. Hee.

But he couldn't. Well, he wouldn't, anyway.

Yet again, Johnny slowly reached out with his other hand. He was shaking slightly, slightly unaware as to what exactly he was doing. His hand reached further, and further, until it was mere millimetres away from Squee's other shoulder—

Johnny snatched his hand away at the last second. What the hell was he thinking? So 'soft and fluffy'... Ugh! Despite the fact that Squee was still crying, Johnny felt infuriated with himself that he came so close to actually touching someone.

Johnny stood back up to his full height, and looked down on the boy. Squee looked like he was finally calming down. That was good; maybe he'd get an answer as to why his neighbour had had some kind of mental breakdown.

"Squee?" he asked, trying to get the boy's attention.

"I don't want to move!" Squee suddenly burst out, before crashing down into a fresh wave of tears.

...

Move?

Johnny felt like someone had shoved a steak knife into the middle of his chest (something he had no trouble picturing). His brain was all but paralysed on the spot. He didn't comprehend the world around him for several seconds, his mind caught in a state where it had seemingly shut down.

Squee was moving?

Johnny forced himself back to reality, and fixed a dark look on the crying Squee.

"Tell me, Squee," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "where is your father?"

Squee sobbed a few times before answering, "He's in his s-study..." another sob, "H-he told me to pack stuff..."

Johnny stood still for a few moments, then swiftly made his way over to the door of Squee's bedroom, before halting and glancing over his shoulder.

"I'll be back," he said, a little too airily to be comforting, "Your father and I am going to have a 'grown-up' talk."

"Squee," was the only response he got.

...

Johnny calmly strode down the hall to Squee's father's study. He again wasn't sure what he was doing, but he felt that he should be doing... what he was doing. If that made sense.

He came up to the door of the study, reached out with his hand, and slowly opened it. He peered around the slab of wood and inside the room, to see the back of a man hunched over a computer. Johnny came to the conclusion that this was Squee's father.

"Your stuff better be packed if you're coming to bother me," the man growled.

Johnny narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

"I don't believe I have stuff to pack, little goblin," he rebutted.

The man swivelled around in his chair, the light from the computer screen outlining his hair, rendering his face in shadow (Johnny identified glasses, however).

"Who the Hell are you?!" the man shouted, showing obvious signs of aggression.

Johnny absently leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms.

"I'm Johnny," he said all too casually, "But I suppose you can call me Nny. We have been neighbours for over a year, now, after all."

"Well, hurry the fuck up with whatever you want, Johnny," Squee's father snapped, "I have to strap my son to the roof of the car and drive halfway across the country."

Johnny gritted his teeth. This man was literally begging to be killed...

Johnny reached down to his boots and bulled out a short knife.

"What the Hell are you doing with that?!" Squee's father demanded, becoming rather panicky.

Johnny giggled darkly from his stance.

"I like to call this little knife 'Persuasion'," he said with a grin. "I don't know if you haven't noticed, but your son seems to not want to move. Don't ask me why; I'd personally love to leave this horrid place, but if I were you, I'd take moving away from this city under very careful consideration."

"Wait a minute," Squee's father said, seeming to suddenly piece some things together, "You're the 'Scary Neighbour Man', aren't you! The one that Todd always talks about!"

"Well, I did say I live next door," Nny said, almost bored.

Squee's father remained silent for a few seconds, silently debating what his next move would be. When he came to a decision, he regained his aggressive demeanour.

"You can't tell me whether or not I can fucking move my home!" he spat.

"Wrong answer."

DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN.

I bet you can't wait till next chapter. ;)

I forgot the disclaimer last chapter! DON'T SUE ME!

Johnny, Squee, his father, and the city that they live in, all belong the Johnen Vasquez!

'Persuasion' beongs to turtlex, and so does most of the story ideas.

But the story itself belongs to BOTH of us!

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