DISCLAIMER: I do not own JtHM, IFS, nor Squee! Or any characters originating from those stories, Jhonen C. Vasquez does.
WARNING: Personalities will be off slightly!
A/N: Well here goes my first attempt at a fanfiction of any sort. Here are some rules about the spoken mumblings of various characters:
"Telepathy (Head-voices only)"
Or any possible combination you could think of.
Sounds (creaking doors, people getting stabbed, etc.)
Here goes nothin'
The Horrifying Sequel
Cover: A flaming bus careens down an empty highway
Chapter 1: Four Years Later: Johnny C.
Gravel under running shoes that was the only sound on the mysteriously quiet highway as the obscenely thin murderer walked down the side of the interstate like a demented Forrest Gump. "Hey Nny how you felling today?" the ceramic burger boy asked as he mysteriously appeared on the shoulder of the road. The maniac stopped his trek and turned towards the head voice, "Be quiet Meat, you know I don't feel any emotion anymore"
"A yes you've 'awakened the insect" as you stated so long ago, it does not matter you are going to start feeling again, it's only natural, just like it is natural to eat regularly, I mean you're what? 85 pounds now, you were barely a healthy weight before you left; now it's just obscene!" the ceramic thing gesticulated grandiosely.
"When I get back into town, I am going to buy myself a cherry brainfreezy." He stated as he turned to continue his trek. The ceramic Reverend somehow managed to follow just behind Nny, "That's hardly a required food, but oh well, I guess it's something"
"Finally, starting to see it my way, eh?" Johnny knew the voice was only trying to manipulate him, but new if he tried to argue the little voice would only continue his current 'feel emotion' Speech. After about 30 minutes Rev. Meat spoke again. "When we get back, maybe you should try apologizing to Devi" at that the murderer felt the familiar pang of emotion, but quickly beat it out of his mind. "She hates me, remember? Besides I already apologized to her."
"Yes but it wasn't a very good apology" Nny turned to see the disembodied head of a rabbit floating alongside him "Oh, Nailbunny, how long have you been in there?"
"I was always here Nny, and seriously your last apology was a joke! That recording where you said you intended to annihilate her in the 'nicest' sense of the word and 'give her your nothing' is hardly an appropriate request for forgiveness" the rabbit pointed out something that would have been obvious to a sane person. "yes well after that little stunt I pulled before leaving I doubt she would even want to see me out of the corner of her eye." The thin man spoke, barely noticing the van coming down the road.
"Are you sure she even knows that was you?" the chubby burger boy said from his perch. "Yeah, cause the first guy she's going to think of upon seeing a dismembered human heart on her door step is that vampire guy who burst int-"
BEEEEEEEEEPPP! The Maniacs words were drowned out the vans horn
"Hello there, need a lift?" the driver cheerfully asked, "Ummmm, actually yes I do" he responded, hoping to get away from the feeling-obsessed ceramic statue
"Okeedokee then, where are you headed?" the driver cheerfully asked while the side door slid open. "The next three cities over, off of exit 10d" he explained as he climbed in and noticed the other occupants. "Sorry about the crowding I just can't resist helping people" She stated as the van began to pick up speed, cheerfully adding "It will be about an hour why don't you get to know each other?"
"Uuuuhhh, Well my names Johnny C. I've been on an extended vacation and felt like just returning to my city." The antisocial maniac being, oddly, the first person to speak. "Well, I am Mr. Nevers of Nerve Publishing, I was returning from an attempt to buy out a rival company when my limousine broke down" the monkey-suited executive with a scar on his forehead stated.
"I am Collette" the plainly dressed female stated, "and I am Dick" her male companion stated, "We are soul mates." The enthusiastically stated in unison "We normally would not be using such an environmentally abhorrent mode of transportation but there is a revolution occurring in your town that we simply must get to." Dick humbly explained as he looked around the van in contempt.
"I am Rev. Labeouf, and I am also heading to the same town as you four" the elderly and cleanly dressed man behind them stated "It would seem God has provided us all with helpful transportation, perhaps for a reason"
"You foolish old man" Colette began, "There's no such thing as a god, only the natural laws discovered by science" Dick continued. The Reverend countered with some sort of argument, and this colorful discussion continued on for a while.
The driver tried to calm everyone down.
Nny thought about the fat lawn gnome of a god he met in heaven.
No one noticed the disheveled man standing in the back until he began to scream.
"I AM WONKO THE SANE, OF THE HOMELESS INSANE, INSANE" the lunatic started. "I SPEAK WITH THE POWER OF EXPLODED ORDINACES, ORDINACES. I EAT DELICIOUS AND NUTRITIOUS AIR AT ALL MEALS, MEALS, MY SOLE PURPOSE IS TO MEMORIZE AND QUOTE ALL THINGS HAPPY NOODLE BOY, BOY. YOU GOT ANY NEW ISSUES, ISSUES?" He screeched as he pointed towards Johnny
"No, sorry" The maniac meekly stated while trying to recover his hearing, dejected the screaming hobo sat back down. "You're the illustrator of that garbage he tried to quote to us?" Mr. Nevers questioned, Johnny nodded in silence. "What's wrong with you man? How messed up do you have to be to write that wackiness", Dick continued the interrogation.
'He didn't really use the word I don't like, He didn't really use the word I don't like' Johnny repeated in his head in an attempt to calm the rising anger, he could feel his hands twitching for a dagger. "What are you talking about Nny? He used that word! of all the words he could have used he used that word" Nny began to sweat as he looked for the irritating figurine but failed to find it.
"Yes I agree I have never seen such a disturbing comic in my entire life" the Reverend added.
"FUCK!" the maniac exploded, "WHY AM A ALWAYS BEING JUDGED, MOCKED FOR WHAT I DO, AND HOW I LOOK? CAN'T YOU SHITHEADS GO FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT DISCRIMINATING OR COMMENTING AGAINST SOMEONE FOR BEING DIFFERENT?" He knew they couldn't but said it anyway. "AND YOOUUUU" he screamed as he pointed towards Dick "OF ALL THE WORDS YOU COULD HAVE POSSIBLY USED TO DESCRIBE MY COMIC YOU HAD TO USE THAT ONE FUCKING WORD!"
The hobo observed this interaction with glee. After a few moments Dick managed to scream a retort "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU FUCKING LUNATIC! I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK" He took a moment to search for something else to say. "AND ALL I SAID WAS THAT YOUR COMIC WAS FUCKIN' WACKY! WHICH IT-" Dicks retort was cut short, as the deranged serial killer plunged a dagger deep into his neck. The hobo laughed with glee, the two elder men sat rooted in place with shock, and Colette could do nothing but scream her companion's name.
"HOLY SHIT!" the driver screamed as she lost control of her van. As the vehicle swerved and flipped over multiple times the dagger repeatedly became lodged and dislodged in the flesh of the other occupants. As the severely damaged van rolled to a stop Johnny realized that the weapon had become lodged in the metal inches from his head.
Retrieving his knife he looked around at the carnage within the van as he wrenched the deformed door open and noticed that he was only a few hundred feet from his intended exit.
"I no die! I no die!" he giggled manically as he ran down the now empty exit ramp; while other cars were cut off by the now burning wreckage of the large van. He barely noticed the figurine which had taken up its position on the shoulder, "You're always a slave to something" it said with smug satisfaction.
A/N: Mr. Nevers is there just because I felt like it, and anyone who remembers Transformers: Beast Wars knows what the hobos screaming about.
As for Nny's attempt to rid himself of emotion/need Meat is right it's impossible at least the "need" part is. However, it is possible to suppress emotion. Which is what Johnny is attempting to do—and failing.