Jonathan Celvins: A History Part 2

One day Johnny had received notification from the orphanage. They had asked him to move back in, but he refused. He couldn't have kept living in Nicki's house….The pain of losing his best friend and other friend was too much to bear any longer…Plus, they could have reported him at any given time (Of course, this would be his paranoia acting up). He didn't want to go back to the orphanage either. So, all that was left was the house his Uncle left in his name. House #777.

He felt more and more worried about being caught, so he kept himself in the house, only leaving when he needed to and going to local art exhibits occasionally. Johnny's general dislike for mankind grew more and more, as he mused over his Uncle and bullies in his High school. It soon transformed into hatred. Also in addition to his growing misanthropy, loneliness attacked him. The mere whispers from late High school morphed into clearer voices. Two voices that would eventually become voices for killing people and killing himself.

However, after hearing the voices, he convinced himself he needed to out a little bit more, but not too much. He was starting to go insane. He traveled to the Painter's Club less often, but twice a month he still went. He continued to do art as well. But over the months, his art skills deteriorated quite a bit, finding his mind would be more occupied over the fact he didn't get caught yet for his uncle's death. He left plenty of evidence…

And plenty of thoughts on doing the act…

This drove him to stop doing so many artworks. He only completed the average amount of 2-3 paintings a week, compared to the usual creative outburst of 5-6 paintings a week.

One day, he was severely occupied with one painting, and he forgot to pay the electric bill. He rushed over to the phone, calling the Electric company, but they didn't seem to have the house in their records. This only convinced him more that he could get away with a small thing such as that….What if he did get away with the act of murder? Murder….He still felt bad about someone, not necessarily guilty about the bastard of an uncle.

He managed to push these paranoid thoughts away, and continued working on his artworks with some peace over the months.

Also, he had managed to find two Styrofoam figures in the local junkyard, taking a walk out at night. He named them Mr. Eff and Psychodoughboy.

Skip ahead in time, and it's two years after he's killed his uncle.

Nerve Publishing soon approached him, as he paid the Painter's Club a visit. He was extremely excited to be offered a job as an artist…

He accepted the offer, working within a week of being offered it. His postponed doing his own artwork, eager to please Nerve and his new boss, Mr. Nevers. He was doing relatively well and was happy, unknowingly letting Mr. Nevers speaking with the Noroks on how to subdue this new artist into their wastelock system…. (See my 'Error in the System' story for more details on what Noroks are)

Eventually Mr. Nevers came up with an idea…He had asked Johnny to let him see anything precious that he owned. Johnny showed him the recently painted Doughboys, and that instantly gave Mr. Nevers an idea.

That day, while glancing over both of them, He sent a small spark into both of them, in order for them to become linked with Johnny's voices from within his mind.

Johnny, of course, didn't expect anything.

A few moths passed. Johnny's art skills slowly declined, as he continued to work with the company. He heard more from Mr. Eff and Psychodoughboy, but nothing major just yet. Maybe the occasional suicidal thought from the latter. Soon, his paranoia drove him to think there was a Monster behind one of the walls in his house….One underground, but on one of the upper levels. Johnny told his concerns about his mental state to Nerve, since he somewhat trusted the publishing company. Mr. Nevers and the Noroks saw it as a perfect opportunity to start introduce a personalized version of Johnny's Wall Monster.

However, not all times when he worked for Nerve were bad things going on. He uneasily made a friend, who worked in a college as a Professor for Art. They never got far as a romantic relationship, but they somewhat enjoyed each other's company. Their friendship lasted up until when she had to move away. Johnny cursed for his unluckiness, but nevertheless coped FAR better than when his friends died….

She gave him a statue, that'd later be nicknamed Reverend Meat.

Johnny had gotten a little bunny, which he nicknamed Nailbunny, due to ever increasing dark thoughts.

A few more months had passed since she left, and Johnny's mindset took on a downward spiral. He started to have memory loss…He had nearly lost all his art talent by this point…He kept hearing growling sound behind the Wall, as well, but didn't go investigate where exactly he heard the growling. He was so deep in trying to impress Nerve with his skills, he hadn't realized he lost his grip on sanity.

Eventually, it got to the point where Nerve felt they had achieved on making him quite insane, and they laid him off of his job. He didn't care, all he knew, he had to paint the Wall. And fast. He didn't care so much about art anymore. So he started the cycle of killing people to feed the Wall...and to keep the Monster within. Hell, he even nailed the bunny to a wall on the Main level of his house, in a futile attempt of shutting the voice of Nailbunny up. Around this time, he started to continue to lose his memory, and by time a whole year had passed, he had lost his entire memory of the past, including his time with Nerve.

Two years passed, before Johnny was able to find another friend. A child named Todd Castil, a little 6 year old.