Another long awaited update! Also... has anyone noticed the story cover? I know I have; I made it! XD It's right here; aingirl deviantart com/art/Lights-Out-Cover-356348265?q=gallery%3Aaingirl%2F42175806&qo=36
ANYWAY. Here, the story starts to really begin. (Wow, that sounds so cool) Also, if Johnny act's a bit OOC in this chapter, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. You see, he goes into one of his... crazily hyper modes. I want to know if I, a) Over did it or, b) Made it too abrupt. Alrighty~? :3
Enjoy!
Johnny left the bleeding and groaning man. He sweeped down the hallway and passed the room with the horribly incoherent woman on the bed. He stopped for a moment, and glared. He wanted to kill that woman. He really did. But he thought that it would be more justified to leave Squee's 'father' with her. Let him drag her around like dead weight, let it be his job to get rid of her. Spare him the trouble.
Squee's room was just a little further down the hall. He stopped outside that room too, hesitating to go inside. He didn't want to tell Squee what he had just done. It felt a little strange not telling Squee about his recent kills (they were always good for bedtime stories), but this time it felt... different. Nevertheless, it had to be done, one way or another.
Johnny peeked his head into the boy's room, examining it's content. Squee was on his bed now, hugging Shmee tightly. He seemed to be mumbling to it; that made Johnny glare. He seriously didn't like that bear.
He cleared his throat to get the boy's attention, and Squee quickly looked up with his wide eyes.
"Squee..." Johnny said, still not liking where this was going. "Your father... he..."
Johnny paused again. He saw Squee's terrified look. He knew what Squee was hoping would not come next.
Hoo, boy. He thought that telling someone that someone else was pretty much dead to them would be easier to do when you'd been killing for at least three years.
He subconsciously began twiddling his fingers together, still prolonging breaking the news. He eventually took a tentative step towards the trembling child, somehow feeling that the closer he was the less the child would be shocked. Either that or he was wrong and it was the other way round, but he didn't really want to think about that.
"He..." he tried to say again. He saw Squee's big, round eyes again. Those big, scared eyes.
"...You're... going to have to stay. With me. For a while."
DAMN IT! So close! What stopped him?! He never had trouble breaking the hard truth to people!
Squee seemed to jolt slightly, surprise and possibly more terror eminent on his face. He glanced around his room, seeming to be desperately trying to find something to say. He kept on opening his mouth and closing it like some kind of fish.
Johnny felt like he could kill himself. No, wait, that used to be a normal thing... Okay; he felt like he could maim himself. Before he knew it, he had sprung over to a big pile of clothes on the floor.
"Come on; I'll pack your stuff!" he said way too hyper-ly. What the hell was wrong with him?!
He practically pummelled the clothes and random toys into a massive open suitcase on Squee's bed, almost hitting the boy himself.
"And if it makes you feel better, we can take the side walk!" Johnny practically shouted, "No tunnels full of bodies and falling to our deaths through bedroom windows! Whee-hoo!"
"Squee!"
Oh, God. He'd gotten into his crazily chipper states. He was dangerous in this state! He could pull out a knife and chuck it in any direction any second! He couldn't stop himself once he got going!
Johnny ripped the posters off the walls and shoved them in Squee's suitcase with much more force than necessary. Squee remained as still as he possibly could, before he was eventually scared away from his bed and scampered to the other side of the room out of the mad man's way.
After most of the toys were packed, all the posters, and most of his clothes, the suitcase was ready to burst. Johnny was fighting a losing battle trying to force it shut, before he eventually had enough and pulled out his hooks. He punctured them through the leather, probably also creating holes in some of Squee's clothes, and pushed them out the other side, leaving them there.
"Come on, Squeegee!" Johnny chirped. "To my house!"
With strange strength for someone of his physical condition, Johnny easily picked up the suitcase and marched out of the house. Squee hurried behind him.
They left house number 775, and quickly made their way to the next horrible excuse for a house; house number 777.
...
"Welcome, Squee!" Johnny said, spreading out his arms in the most welcoming way he could. They were in the living room, and Johnny was trying his best to introduce Squee to the place. It would have been easier if he had just cleaned up a little bit... Eh.
"Over there's the TV," Johnny continued, motioning to the tiny little box, "And the couch."
Squee observed the torn up and stained excuse for a piece of furniture. Maybe he'd be able to ignore the grime once he got used to it?
"Hmm," Johnny said, putting a finger to his chin. "I guess you need a bed. You don't detest sleep like I do, so you can have mine. I don't ever use it."
Squee, for the millionth time, stared at Johnny. Did he not sleep at all? How was that even physically possible? It wasn't; the human body would stop functioning if it didn't get enough sleep... Maybe he occasionally passed out and just didn't notice it. That seemed like the reasonable explanation.
"Now, you can go anywhere on the top floor of the house," Johnny said. "Don't go into the basement. If you do, your eyeballs will melt out of their sockets."
Squee hugged Shmee tighter as he let out a tiny squeak. He made not going into the basement a number one priority.
Johnny looked over to the kitchen. "Oh, yes! There's normally skettio's in the fridge; there's also a lot of wiz-fizz. But don't ever finish it off. I always need a spare can of wiz-fizz around; otherwise I might go into a killing frenzy and not have anything to calm me down."
It was going to be a long night for Todd.
Yes, a long night indeed!
There we go!
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The story however, belongs to me and turtlex.
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