Hollis: Chapter 3:
Ok, I'm in a huge fanfic mood lately, so these chapters are coming pretty rapidly. And, plus, I'm already out of school, so I have tons of time on my hands, sans a few days where I'm going places with friends. Oh, yes, and there are a few new lovely T-shirts at Slavelabor.com designed by Jhonen himself with Spooky and Squee on them, I'm ordering the one with Squee on it. Well, enjoy. And review. Or die.
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"Hey, mister!!! Can you hear me?!?!" Hollis hollered.
"Eh, I'm coming, I'm coming, cease your yelling." grumbled Johnny, just loud enough for her to hear him. Johnny burst through the door. Hollis jumped a little, his presence made her tremble. "There's something about him..." she thought to herself.
"Well, what did you think?" Johnny asked, grinning, obviously expecting a positive reaction.
"Funny in a weird way, but the art could use some work." Johnny's face fell only a little, but was pleased that she found it funny. "You know, it's gaining popularity among the homeless insane!"
"Oh, yes, I do believe I heard a hobo talking about it the other day," Hollis retorted, "he was saying something around the lines of 'Happy Noodle Boy is God! Praise the almighty divine Noodly one!'" Hollis chuckled, but was frightened by the fact that it looked like Johnny believed her. His grin was huge and sincere and he had a twinkle in his eyes.
"Really???" he said enthusiastically. Hollis backed up against the wall and used the "smile and nod" method.
"...um... yeah, they love you, you are their God... You validate their reasons for living," she managed to stutter.
Johnny grinned. He pulled a key out of his pocket. Hollis' eyes grew large, hoping he'd free her. Johnny walked towards her, but turned to his left, leading him to a closet instead. He proceeded to unlock the door, and Hollis' face fell.
"Dammit." she grumbled.
"What's wrong?" asked Johnny, "you look a little miffed."
Hollis rolled her eyes. "Never you mind." She put her head back against the wall where she was sitting.
Johnny shrugged, and grabbed a hammer and some nails from the closet, and proceeded to fix the creeky stairs. "You know," he said, taking a nail out of his mouth and hammering it down, "you aren't like the others here."
Hollis looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you haven't tried to escape or begged me to let you out."
Hollis stared at him blankly. "Of course I haven't begged you to let me out, because I know it would be useless."
Johnny was sort of shocked that someone was finally smart enough to realize this fact, but hid his surprise. Hollis started quietly singing a song.
"This is ground control to Major Tom..." she sang, just loud enough for Johnny to hear her.
Johnny gasped. "You like Bowie, too?"
Holly nodded. Johnny went back to hammering his nails to fix the creaky stairs. "You know, I was thinking about letting you out of here..."
Holly looked up. "Seriously? ...Wait..."
"What?" asked Nny.
"What..." stammered Hollis, "What about Marshall?" Hollis didn't want to leave without her brother. She could just see the expression on her parents face when she told them that her brother had been brutally murdered by a homicidal maniac.
"Oh, yeah, I forget that he's your brother," chuckled Johnny, "I have no choice but to keep him here."
"What do you mean you have to keep him here?!?!" shouted Hollis, "You don't HAVE to do anything!!!"
"Look, I'm sorry, it's something I have to do. If you were me, you'd do it, too." Johnny perked up. "Maybe... if you stay here with me... I'll let him go."
"Let him go?" Hollis exclaimed, "and murder me?"
"No, no, no, of course not." Johnny giggled. "You'll just be here to keep me company! Who knows, maybe I'll get sick of you and let you go." Hollis sighed, and sat back against the wall. She knew she'd have to make a decision.
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Well, what did ya think? Don't forget to review.
Ok, I'm in a huge fanfic mood lately, so these chapters are coming pretty rapidly. And, plus, I'm already out of school, so I have tons of time on my hands, sans a few days where I'm going places with friends. Oh, yes, and there are a few new lovely T-shirts at Slavelabor.com designed by Jhonen himself with Spooky and Squee on them, I'm ordering the one with Squee on it. Well, enjoy. And review. Or die.
"Eh, I'm coming, I'm coming, cease your yelling." grumbled Johnny, just loud enough for her to hear him. Johnny burst through the door. Hollis jumped a little, his presence made her tremble. "There's something about him..." she thought to herself.
"Well, what did you think?" Johnny asked, grinning, obviously expecting a positive reaction.
"Funny in a weird way, but the art could use some work." Johnny's face fell only a little, but was pleased that she found it funny. "You know, it's gaining popularity among the homeless insane!"
"Oh, yes, I do believe I heard a hobo talking about it the other day," Hollis retorted, "he was saying something around the lines of 'Happy Noodle Boy is God! Praise the almighty divine Noodly one!'" Hollis chuckled, but was frightened by the fact that it looked like Johnny believed her. His grin was huge and sincere and he had a twinkle in his eyes.
"Really???" he said enthusiastically. Hollis backed up against the wall and used the "smile and nod" method.
"...um... yeah, they love you, you are their God... You validate their reasons for living," she managed to stutter.
Johnny grinned. He pulled a key out of his pocket. Hollis' eyes grew large, hoping he'd free her. Johnny walked towards her, but turned to his left, leading him to a closet instead. He proceeded to unlock the door, and Hollis' face fell.
"Dammit." she grumbled.
"What's wrong?" asked Johnny, "you look a little miffed."
Hollis rolled her eyes. "Never you mind." She put her head back against the wall where she was sitting.
Johnny shrugged, and grabbed a hammer and some nails from the closet, and proceeded to fix the creeky stairs. "You know," he said, taking a nail out of his mouth and hammering it down, "you aren't like the others here."
Hollis looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you haven't tried to escape or begged me to let you out."
Hollis stared at him blankly. "Of course I haven't begged you to let me out, because I know it would be useless."
Johnny was sort of shocked that someone was finally smart enough to realize this fact, but hid his surprise. Hollis started quietly singing a song.
"This is ground control to Major Tom..." she sang, just loud enough for Johnny to hear her.
Johnny gasped. "You like Bowie, too?"
Holly nodded. Johnny went back to hammering his nails to fix the creaky stairs. "You know, I was thinking about letting you out of here..."
Holly looked up. "Seriously? ...Wait..."
"What?" asked Nny.
"What..." stammered Hollis, "What about Marshall?" Hollis didn't want to leave without her brother. She could just see the expression on her parents face when she told them that her brother had been brutally murdered by a homicidal maniac.
"Oh, yeah, I forget that he's your brother," chuckled Johnny, "I have no choice but to keep him here."
"What do you mean you have to keep him here?!?!" shouted Hollis, "You don't HAVE to do anything!!!"
"Look, I'm sorry, it's something I have to do. If you were me, you'd do it, too." Johnny perked up. "Maybe... if you stay here with me... I'll let him go."
"Let him go?" Hollis exclaimed, "and murder me?"
"No, no, no, of course not." Johnny giggled. "You'll just be here to keep me company! Who knows, maybe I'll get sick of you and let you go." Hollis sighed, and sat back against the wall. She knew she'd have to make a decision.
Well, what did ya think? Don't forget to review.