Disclaimer: I have said enough.
Nny sat still on the floor, scratching the floorboards with his nails. He couldn't give in. He just couldn't.
"Come on, just kill them boy!"
"Shut up and leave me alone, I mean it! Fucking Styrofoam bastard!"
"You know you want to kill them, Johnny! There is no escape from what you necessitate. You need their blood. It releases you!"
"No it doesn't!" Nny said, knowing it was true. He was so deep in insanity that he actually needed to kill to keep going at this point. It was pathetic, it was twisted, it was his life.
"Come now, Nny, come now! Look at the boy, he needs to kill, doesn't he?"
"Yes he does. I agree"
"No I don't! I am perfectly sane!"
hysterical laughter from the doughboys
Nny grabbed a knife off of the floor.
"Oh, goody! He's given in again!"
The violent feelings inside of Nny were threatening to burst out.
"No more!" he screamed.
"I know what you need, I know what's best for you!"
"So what am I to you? What am I? Just a little toy for your amusement, am I? Just a way to become real!"
"No, Nny, you are much more than that! You are our slave as well!"
"Shut up! That's not what I'm supposed to be! Tell me what I'm really supposed to be!"
"Come Nny, time to kill!"
"You know what? You're right! It is time to kill!"
"See! Now, I think there's a rather annoying clown on the corner-"
"Not them!" Nny screamed, raising his knife and grabbing another. He shoved one through the face of Psycho Doughboy, and then the other through the face of Mr. Eff.
"And now time to kill!" Nny screamed, reaching for another knife. He shoved it deep into his neck, ripping it downward and tearing his own flesh. He fell to the ground, panting, spitting blood. "I'm free!" he screamed.
"Not for long! You'll just come back! You'll never be free!" Psycho Doughboy screamed in attempt to ruin Nny's bliss. But he never heard it. He was already dead.
There we go.