Yay, I wrote something. Does it have a plot? Probably not, but heeeeey…you have enough free time to read my mindless crap-o don't you? OF COURSE YOU DOOO!!!

*Bounces*

JTHM belongs the absent-minded, monkey elf guy: JHONEN VASQUEZ!! Whom we shall aaaaaaaall thank for the lovely dents in our youthful sanity. YAY!

Now…READ!! Or I shall curse your T.V (and the TVs' to come) with countless commercials for life insurance -_0.

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  It was a cold crisp night. The air was a faint figment of an ice crystal against the sidewalks, colliding within a cooling epiphany of the clinking and clapping of steel tipped leather. All was silent, it was a quiet night, for everyone was inside sleeping in some reality illicit dream wonderland, blocking out all his or her mind troubling deficiencies and indulging in sweet fiction bliss.

 All…but one…

    The bearer of the sidewalk symphony, strolling downward sipping merrily on his nightly purchase (a cherry doom freezy to be more exact), and clapping his boots in beat to a melody brewing in his mind.

    Clad in pin stripes and tall black boots, to match the eerie aura that he gave off with his spiked hair and wide, encompassing eyes, one could barely make out this tall, skeletal figure and he strode. 

     But, as he within his mind enjoyed the silence and deserted scene in this tiny, homey atmosphere on this night, he did not bother to notice the slight error in this perfect panorama.

     A slight movement, nothing but a tiny crawl, crept from a black Hum-V that appeared to follow Johnny. The slight movement of its leather tires made no noise. Not a rumble, not the least insignificant grumble. But, that was till, within its path, lay a thin pine branch that fell from the house next to it. The tire slowly rolled over, seeming to not even touch the branch…

CRACK!

     Johnny's eyes enlightened, his mouth fell from the cup that he slurped from and turned rapidly around to face his shadow-like follower. The car stopped, it had been spotted. Johnny, without a weapon that could face a car, began to slowly walk backwards. The car, without interest of abandoning its subject, began to roar; its lights flickered into an illusion of a scowl.

    The slurpy fell to the ground. Johnny took off down the street as the bellowing Hum-V snarled and pursued its subject in a man vs. machine challenge.

     Johnny leapt over trashcans and fire hydrants in order to keep his pace and make it home before his hunter got to him first. The black Hum-V simply played with Johnny; roaring and flickering its lights on him, daring him to turn around.

     Johnny's heart pounded and screamed at its owner, begging him to stop (ever tried out running a car?), but Johnny ignored it and gaited his legs to shun the car.

    Lucky for our individual, his house was not far from his spot. But, apon one final evade of a fire hydrant that was in front of NNY, his boot tip clung to the bolt on the side of the object and swung Johnny to the fierce concrete.

    The roaring adversary gained on our wounded character…striding slowly up the street to meet with its capture.

    As the vehicle stopped beside the, now moaning in sharp pain, Johnny. Several black coated figures came up beside him. The figures turned and looked down upon the body, then muttered slight sentences and confirmations to each other of their victim. One by one, they all grabbed NNY by his limbs and carried him into the black Hum-V…the roar began and hauled off the curb and down the abandoned street, without a trance nor notice of their appearance…

All…but one, little boy… 

WHEEEE!!! YAY!!! WAHOOO!! DORITO!! And so I am done. Did u like? Tell me and I shall rain thousands of tiny, individually wrapped candies on your house.