*Wipes off dust* Oh! Hey, guys! Eheh... I'm just gonna sneak in a new update before anyone notices it's been like a month...

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Okay ya caught me! XP Yes, guys, I am SO sorry about the long wait AGAIN! We really are finding this story so much fun to write, but school and life in general just keeps getting in the way, the darn thing! -^-

Oh! And here's a message from my co worker, turtlex!

Hey guys, it's me turtlex. Sorry I have been slow on the storyline, but I have been sick and up to my neck in exams. But schools almost out, so I will have more time for my messed up mind to come up with more for the story!

Well, said turtlex, well said! Now, there's a little something at the end of the chapter that a few of you won't understand. ^^" But we'll cross that bridge when the time comes! For now, just sit back, relax, and ENJOY!

Squee sat down on the stained and torn couch whilst Johnny rambled on. He hugged Shmee closer to himself, trying to squeeze as much comfort out of the stuffed toy as he could.

"Why would daddy let the scary neighbour man take me to his house?" he mumbled to himself, confused.

'For the same reason he ignores you...' said Shmee with his cold and manipulative voice. 'The same reason he leaves you in places he knows you don't like. The same reason he lets you fall in to horrible situations. He hates you...'

"Don't be silly, Shmee," Squee said light heartedly. "Daddy's just stressed all the time because he loves me."

Before Shmee could answer, Squee noticed Johnny lean over the couch next to where he was sitting.

"You wanna get a brianfreezy?" he asked casually.

"Uh..." Squee wasn't really sure what a 'brainfreezy' actually was. Knowing the Scary Neighbour Man it was probably something that literally froze your brain. Still, given his situation, it may have been best to just go along with it.

"Sure."

Johnny motioned over to Squee's overstuffed suitcase. "Grab something warm," he said, "We'll head out after I make a... call."

Johnny stood back up from leaning on the couch and slightly hesitantly walked over to the telephone. He knew he needed help; he desperately did, but he didn't really have that many options. He couldn't go to his sleep doctors at the mental hospital, they thought he was insane enough as it was, but after that there was really only one other person that could possibly help. It was a long, long, shot, but it was worth at least one try.

The unwilling insomniac picked up the phone and slowly dialled an uncomfortably familiar number. He held it to his ear, and waited while the phone ringed on the other side. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Then, a beep.

"Hello?"

"...Devi, uh... hi. It's, uhm... Nny..."

The next few seconds were a little blurry in hindsight, but it mainly consisted of screaming, hurting ear drums and a long line of swearing. Along with more than a few startled looks from Squee, that too.

"Will you please quiet down?" Johnny said with more force than he intended. "I have a child, here..."

"A kid?! You have a fucking KID?!" Devi shouted, her hysteria levels reaching 'off-the-charts' very quickly. "What the fuck have you been doing?!"

"Hey!" Johnny snapped, "You better not be implying what I think you are!"

"Don't you fucking shout at me!"

Ugh, this wasn't getting him anywhere.

"Look," he said, trying to sound as calming as possible, "I... I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with him; I don't exactly remember my, uh, childhood-"

"Oh, so you just call me up and expect me to help you out of- out of fucking remorse?!" Devi exclaimed. "No! No you shit; no! Don't you ever call me again you asshole, or I swear I'll move out of the Goddamn STATE!"

There was a beep on the line, and then there was nothing but silence.

"Well," said Johnny, a little stiff from the shouting. "I guess I should have expected that..."

Johnny put the phone back down. What the hell had he gotten himself in to? He was the last person alive he could think of that was capable enough to take care of a child; he didn't want to let Squee pick up habits he had! Squee was such an innocent child, and a smart one too. You didn't usually get a combination of innocence and intelligence at such a young age as his, and that was something Johnny didn't take lightly.

Johnny attempted to recall anything from his childhood; parents, bedtime stories, food, games, etc. But unfortunately he got nothing. This wasn't the first time he'd tried this; every time he'd get close to recalling something, he would crash in to some kind of void of forgotten memories. It had seemed that all childhood memories were either buried or rotten away from years of insanity.

Johnny sighed. He supposed he could mule over his choices over a cherry brainfreezy...

"You ready, Squee-Gee?" Johnny asked the small boy.

"Uh-huh," Squee responded, wearing an orange and red pull over jacket he managed to fish out of his suitcase.

Johnny opened the door to his house and gestured out.

"After you," he said.

Squee stared at Johnny for a moment with a sort of weird look, before continuing to walk forward and out of the door. Johnny stepped out after him, and closed the rickety door behind him. He contemplated trying to carry Squee all the way there, right before he shook the disgusting thought away. He wasn't going to succumb to all these mushy thoughts, no way no how! It just wasn't his, uh, 'style' if you will. He certainly wouldn't feel comfortable if someone tried to pick him up. Then again, he didn't like being touched at all. And he was an adult man.

The walk over to the 24/7 seemed slightly longer than usual. This may have been because of the awkward tension between the man and the child, or maybe it was because it was late at night and everything seems different between night and day.

Johnny pushed open the blue door to the building, and walked in with Squee close behind. He casually walked over to the brainfreezy machine, and pulled out two cups.

"What colour do you want?" he asked Squee, pouring his own.

"B-blue," Squee said a little uncertain, after he quickly raised his eyebrows in realisation that 'brainfreezy' meant 'slushy' in Scary Neighbour Man language.

Johnny poured Squee a blue 'Brainfreezy', then paid the man at the counter. Thankfully, there were no chaotic shenanigans or attempts at suicide. They left through the blue door, slushies in hand, and stepped precisely three times before there was a startled gasp and the sound of a dropping wallet.

Johnny and Squee both turned their heads in the direction of the gasp and saw a 14 year old looking girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes, staring at the homicidal maniac in sheer horror.

"Starbucks Guy!" she yelped in fear.

Please don't kill me. *HIDES*

YUS. There is a SMALL appearance of... 'one' of my OC's (heh -v-). Please still don't kill me! *ducks knife attack* There is NO romance, whatsoever, so you all don't have to worry! She's terrified of 'im. XD Also, if you really want to know her better, go check out my profile bio and look for my OC list. Her name's 'Danni', and you may also find someone else there that might interest you...

Also; DON'T ANGER THE DEVI.

See ya!