DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN EITHER OF THESE CHARACTERS; THE IDEA IS ALL THAT'S MINE, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. NOW, R&R!

"I'LL SHOW YOU WACKY! I'LL SHOW YOU WACKIEEE!" Johnny C. screamed, bringing a plastic Spork into a mans chest on the dimly lit street. But, across the street he heard a woman scream, "I'LL SHOW YOU KOOKY! I'LL SHOW YOU KOOKIEEE!" as she brought a shard of mirror into a woman's chest. Wow, that is hot! Johnny thought, as he stared at the girl yeah, girl, that is so hot! Char's eyes darted up to Nny who was staring at her. "Hey, freak!" She called over to him. Johnny jumped at the sound of the girl talking to him. "y-y-yeah?" he said, awkwardly "get over here!" Johnny nervously made his way over to the woman. "What's up?" "Why were you staring at me?" "I think you're hot." Johnny said, rubbing the back of his neck. Charlotte (or Char, as she is called) took a step back from the man. "What's your name, freak?" "I'm Johnny. Johnny Alexander Chadwick. But, you can call me Nny for short." Johnny C. extended a hand to the girl, who thought a moment before shaking it. "My name is Charlotte. Charlotte Jessica Cheere But, you can call me Char for short." The two homicidal maniacs stood there and stared at each other for a long time. "Do you live near by?" "Just moved into 778." "I live at 777. Want to come home with me?" Charlotte thought. She had always been taught never to go anywhere with strangers, and Johnny Alexander Chadwick was as strange as they came, but, two homicidal maniacs? What could go wrong? Besides, he only lived next door. As they walked to his house, Char thought it was weird how Clamburg had changed in twelve yeas, but, seemed like the blink of an eye. After Char had killed Vendetta, the town was happy again, but, now it was darker because of the recent gruesome murders. Although not the best topic for a first date (if that is what that was) Char asked "did you hear about the recent gruesome bizarre murders?" Nny looked at the girl. Was she…no, of course she wasn't a homicidal maniac! She was a girl! Well, that's a little sexist. Johnny scolded himself. "yeah." He answered to Char's question. "You mean like the girl drained of all her blood behind the mall?" "That isn't even one of the murders yet." Johnny grew even more nervous. But, Char smiled. "Did you commit that one?" "Yeah." Johnny said, half expecting her to run away. But, instead, she laughed. "You're cool, Nny. So, I take it you're not too fond of the word… W-A-C-K-Y." Char ventured, afraid if she actually said the word, she'd join Vendetta in hell… again. "Fewer words are as excruciatingly stupid in use in description of me. And I take It YOU'RE not too fond of the word… K-O-O-K-Y." The two laughed as they discussed previous homicides they had committed. But, next to her was a pale little girl, in black and green, covered in blood. The little girl was angry. She was angry because the little twit had the chance to grow up, and she didn't. She had fallen in love, and she didn't. She was alive, and she wasn't. Vendetta was jealous of the stupid little girl. This was supposed to be her. Charlotte was supposed to be dead, and Vendetta was supposed to be going home with Nny, or, as we may better know him, Marvin. That's right. Nny is the "My" kid. His parents were taken from him, and now, he was alone. Well, not completely. Vendetta knew Charlotte couldn't hear her, but, she was going to speak to the stupid girl. "CHARLOTTE!" she shrieked. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE1 THAT SHOULD BE ME WITH MARVIN! THAT SHOULD BE ME WHO PLUNGED THIS TOWN INTO DARKNESS, NOT YOU!" Charlotte heard her. She just ignored her. "Well, here we are." Johnny said, taking the girl up his walkway. They seemed to dance inside, As Johnny pulled her close, and kissed her. But, neither one of them saw the sweet little boy behind the stair railing, watching his legal daddy kiss a strange looking lady. But, that's when Char looked over, and saw him. "Johnny, you don't kill children, do you?" "Hm? Oh, no, that's my son, Todd. But, I call him Squee. Squee, come here, I want you to meet someone." Squee carefully stepped out, and walked toward the lady in black and red. "hello." He squeaked. "Hi, honey. My name is Charlotte. But, you can call me Char for short." This reminded him of the night he met Johnny. Squee also remembered what Nny did to the bear. Squee grabbed his bear, fearing for its' life.