Sis wasn't in entirely sure if she could trust D-boy after the first day, but what choice did she have? She really needed that fucking sofa bed so she didn't have to sleep or sit on the ground anymore. Her back was really starting to kill her. She drove to the shack of a house with little running through her mind except to get the couch. That's all this was about right? Sis stopped her thinking process seeing the shack of a house come into view, and with it was D-boy sitting on the cement step to the house, the white hood to his jacket pulled over his head as his head was lowered to hide his face.

Sis pulled up to the house, turned off her truck, and stared over at D-boy.

He looked so depressed.

…

…

…

Not her fucking problem, she just wanted the sofa bed.

She flinched feeling something hit her in the back of the head, her original thought flying out the window as she rubbed the back of her head. Okay, maybe she would help D-boy if he wanted it. She stepped out of her truck with a deep sigh, closing the truck door behind her. D-boy didn't pick his head up at the sound of the truck pulling up or the door slamming shut, only continued to stare down at either his red Convers shoes or the cracked sidewalk bellow them. Sis slowly walked up to the sidewalk, messing with her keys as her one good left eye stared at him suspicion. Mr. Eff and him were one of a kind, she had a right not to trust him.

Her gut flipped as she had a mental battle with in knowing fully well that Idi would've scolded her for thinking in such away. She couldn't really recall much from the past when trying to run away from Johnny, but she did recall that D-boy was the one that tried the most to help her when Fuck started to take over her mind. She threw the thought out of her head and pushed the feeling inside her gut aside as she stood tall and walked over to D-boy, her facial expression being one of boredom. Her shoes thumped on the sidewalk as she came to a stop in front of D-boy, her shadow covering over his shrill looking form.

Her blue eye narrowed down on him as she looked down at him, her face hardening slightly.

"Here for the couch," he said barely loud enough for Sis to hear, not bothering to lift his head and stare up at her.

"That's why," she replied calmly, the sun peeking over her shoulder and causing a shadow to cover her face. She raised an eyebrow, her eye investigated him with little know interest.

There was a deep sigh that left from D-boy, and then he stood, head still lowered.

"Alright."

He turned and opened the front door, the hinges squeaking loudly as a cool breeze left the house and blew onto Sis's face. Psycho Doughboy walked in, his shoulders slumped and his head lowered, as Sis stayed where she was at, refusing to move even an inch.

"I'm telling you the obvious," he mumbled, continuing to walk inside the house towards the basement door. "Either you come in or you don't get the couch."

Sis didn't budge from her spot.

Psycho Doughboy stopped walking halfway through the living room, the blood stained wooden flooring bellow him squeaking loudly. Sis took a deep sigh through her nose, her eyes half lidding as she tilted her head upwards slightly and placed her hands behind her back. The two stayed quiet for what felt like hours, the only noise breaking it begin the birds chirping high above.

"Turn around," Sis ordered sternly, her gut knotting up at the thought of doing this.

Psycho Doughboy stayed firmly planted where he was at, but Sis saw his shoulders stiffen at her saying this.

Sis took a deep breath in, then said once again, "Turn around."

"I don't take orders from you-,"

"Stop being a hard ass," Sis hissed darkly, her pupil growing small as her rage grew. "And fucking face me!"

Again, there was another long pause.

"Either get your couch or leave," he mumbled darkly.

Sis stared at D-boy's back, every part of her fighting to stay calm and stay outside in the light. She didn't want to resort to violence, simple because she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to turn off that switch. She didn't want to hurt him, not if there wasn't a reason to do it.

"Please."

He grounded his pointed teeth as his rage slowly boiled, his fists clenched to the point his rotten black nails dug deeply into the palm of his hands. That word. That fucking word. No one ever said please to him, not even Johnny or Master. But that was to be expected from them. But from Sis? Not only that, but the way she said it.

So harsh and monotone.

So fucking feisty.

He smirked to himself, having used that word yet again to describe her. She was holding her frustration and rage back, he could feel it radiate off her like he could Johnny Boy. But hers' was more… invigorating…

Why?

Because, behind all that rage he could feel it, ever so slightly, but enough to make him catch himself before he let a groan escape his thin pale lips. That one thing that made his knees want to buckle simply because it was his playing field, his guilty pleasure, his little bitch he could manipulate.

Sorrow.

But the big question was:

"Why?"

Sis chewed at the inside of her cheek, her one blue eye turning to the wall to her left, not really wanting to plead or get down on her knees and cry for him to do so. What the hell did she look like? A sniveling little girl? She had more pride then that.

"I explained the majority of it the first night we met to catch up," she spat out sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. Why did her throat feel so tight? She grounded her teeth as her left eye twitched in annoyance, realization hitting her hard. "I… I feel as if it's my turn to help you, and I can't do that if you stay here. I'll leave it at that."

"I didn't call for your help."

Sis bared her teeth as a snarl escaped her pulled back lips, a wave of emotions crashing over her and making her ill at the thought.

She was doing this for Idi. She was doing this for Idi. She as doing this for fucking Idi.

"Bullshit," she snapped, "You were the one that kept on calling and hanging up like a nervous teen trying to ask someone out."

Her eyes narrowed as she continued to glare at the gray wall, her rage getting the best of her.

It fell silent between the two.

"There was no pull out bed couch, was there?"

D-boy didn't answer.

"God damn it," she sighed under her breath, "If you don't have the couch, at least turn around so I can see your face."

Another long pause.

Sis growled, her blood boiling as her ear rung slightly. Why push if he didn't even want her help? He wasn't even making a move to turn around to face her. Sis shook her head, unfolding her arms and allowing them to rest at her sides, her hands twitching slightly. They itched. God did they itch to tear into his pale ass back to pull him out of that shack of a house. They itched something so awful.

Leave.

She had to leave.

"I-,"

Sis grew silent, her eyes widening as her mouth opening slightly in shock. D-boy turned around. Sis didn't know what to do, what to think, or where to even look. It was just a horrible. Sis closed her mouth, her one good eye locking onto his spiraled baby blue ones. He looked worse than Johnny did.

"Shit…"

His eyes looked hallow, cheekbones sticking out awfully, his pale gray skin looking beyond worse than dead decomposing skin, dried on black blood surrounding his mouth as if he had bend throwing up blood, his collarbones sticking out painfully as he swam in his dirt and blood covered clothing. Sis bit the bottom of her lip, throw up entering the back of her throat as she forced her eyes to stay locked onto his. But, he knew. He knew that Sis was sickened by how far he had gone and how far he had let it go until he called for help.

He snarled at her lingering stare.

"What?"

Sis flinched at his tone of voice.

"Do I sicken you? Do I make you want to rip your fucking eyes out," he waved his skeletal hands around himself in a showgirl like fashion. "Am I not 'handsome' enough for civilization to see?!"

"When was the last time you ate?"

Psycho Doughboy blinked in confusion, his hands still touching his chest where his hands had happened to stop at. Was she…? What did…?

"E-Excuse me?"

Sis placed her hands on her hip, tilting her head to the side as she investigated his form again.

"You heard me," she raised an eyebrow, a stern look crossing her face. "When was the last time you ate?"

Psycho Doughboy turned his sights to the wall to his left, a small red tent crossing his face as he crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled to himself in an aggravated tone. Sis felt her left eye twitch.

"You haven't eaten anything since you arrived in that form, have you?"

Psycho Doughboy lowered his head somewhat as a growl escaped his thin chapped lips.

Sis glared at him.

"Truck, now."

Psycho Doughboy glared darkly back at her, his baby blue eyes glowing brightly under his white hood.

"You don't have the right to tell me what to-,"

Sis didn't care to listen to the rest of what he had to say, she turned her back to him and walked out of the house, head held high as her shoes clicked on the sidewalk and rung in D-boy's ears. Psycho Doughboy's eyes widened in astonishment at her actions, his shoulders slumping as he watched her get into her truck and slam the door closed. His eyes half lidded as he smirked to himself and let a laugh erupt from his dry throat.

"Feisty and hard headed," he mumbled to himself, "This should prove to be entertaining…"

With that, he walked out of the shack of a house; closing the rotting chipping door behind him and making darkness flood the empty room.

Mr. Eff is yelling in rage right now seeing his Little Miss Sis and Psycho Doughboy together. Not only that, but it would seem that Psycho Doughboy didn't have a pullout bed couch that Sis needed in the first place. But that's okay, Sis got Psycho Doughboy out of the house like Idi would have wanted her to do.

But how is Squee going to take it?

What about P.B?

And how the hell did Mr. Eff get Sis to kill in the first place?

Weeeell, I hate myself for doing this, but, there is going to be a third part explaining everything and it will be the last one of this whole Sis thing!

Yeeeaaay!

I think people are getting tired of it so.

Anywhooo, it's basically going to be one shots of Sis, Idi, and Psycho Doughboy watching over Squee, attending parent teacher conferences, school plays, shit like that that goes terribly wrong and scar little Squee.

Plus, there's finally (Even though I said Sis's won't love or be in a relationship.) might be some fluff for Little Miss Sis. But I don't want it to be right off the bat if I do decide to do so. I don't know, you guys tell me if you think I should pair Sis up.

So until then!

Bye!

(P.S. I changed it so Sis isn't fictional and she was told by Mr. Samsa about it. I deleted all of chapter 12 seeing as how I found it to be to weird and Mary Sue-ish. SO, yeay for me! So Sis has family and friends and all that shit, she just can't remember because of Mr. Eff.)