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Comics › Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,762
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
.:[Upon Death and Dying]:.
Warnings: Slashy Goodness...Minor, Murder(The good kind), Doom and Black and White and annoying puns and stupid jokes that involve Birds, Airplanes and Donuts...I like donuts...
Mah lovely beta: PurplexBlood(DeviantArt.com)
--FICTION TIME--
"I hate my brain..." Moaned a man in his early twenties, cheek pressed against the cool glass of his window. Well, it wasn't /his/ window per say, it was whoever owned the airplane's window. Fucking person who owned the airplane! If he owned the airplane, it would have no windows, or something...
They were just /so/ high up, how he hated conventions. All the stupid fangirls who came raving after him, like that one girl named... Sam, or something, again, who came and asked him to marry her. She was FIFTEEN. Yes, so /very/ annoying, it was a pure shame they didn't let him bring his shotgun in the building. "I'm going to kill them all..." Of course, all the stares from the other people on the plane didn't bother him. Never did. And-
Who was staring at him from behind? A, little kid he soon found out by turning his gaze away from all the, clouds, and that dead bird on the wing. Stupid bird, should know better then flying into a giant metal distraction.
"Hi!" A young chipper voice decided to break through his thoughts of buying his own airplane, and killing more birds. And.. feeding them to... chipmunks. "What?" Eyes sharpened, he gave off a very deep glare, staring at the little, 'child'. Oh, hehe, the kid suddenly got this scared look and backed away. Allowing him to look back at the clouds and- the bird was gone! That was, odd, maybe it got blown off in the wind or something.
"Excuse me, Mister-" Again, his thoughts were drawn back to someone on the plane who was, the kids mom. "Vasquez, Jhonen Vasquez." Oops, well, maybe he could get kicked of the plane. That would be great! To get off this hell of people with crying babies and smell. "Yes well, Mr. Vasquez, my son told me you scared him." Why, why did he have to bothered of all people? He was minding his own business untill little terror came out of nowhere and had the guts to say 'Hi'. Stupid kid...
Raising an eyebrow, the man looked back from the boy to his mother, before raising his hands and pointing towards said boy. "HE LIES!" Hahaha, super loud voice got everyones attention as he turned away, curling up on his chair as the others went back to sit down. "Yes, yes, I'm insane..." Jhonen muttered, again getting his attention back to the sky. But, that didn't seem to entertain him long, seeing how his eyelids felt like freking 100 pound weights, sleeping seemed okay..
--LATER!--
"Hey, HEEEY, you want coffee!? Wake up!" Oh GOD, what the fuck was that and- and it was some scary red and blonde layered haired girl who looked suspiciously familier... "No."
"Ya' sure!? We got a lota coffeeee! You should get some! YOU CANNOT RESIST! I'll give it to you free, 'cause you're cyuuuute!" Mental twitch and- and the man was dashing to the bathroom. Locking it and pressing back against the further wall from the door. There had to be /some/ way off this plane, and away from those, crazy, people. Coffee, he would never drink it now from trauma of, person. He /would/ stay in here the whole time, if it wasn't cramped, and he had a notepad of some sort...
And so he settled on sitting on the sink, because that was /a lot/ safer then the toilet. And for the next fifteen minutes the ride was pretty okay, there wasn't any noise or anything and /no one/ was bothering him. It was like a horrible, puny heaven of some sort. Maybe he could sneak out and get the complimentary pillow, and his laptop and- the plane felt like it suddenly jolted forward! Sending Jhonen toppling forward, and fuck! His head just bounced against the toilet, seat.
And after the first jerk, there were several more sudden thrusts, rocking the plane back and forth when a rather high pitched voice came over the P.A. system.
"We seem to have HIT some AIR turbulance. Please KEEP yourself seated WITH your seatbelts on, we'll LOCK the bathroooooms, now." Right on que there was this small, /evil/ little clicking noise. Causing a light panic to spring up in the young man as he struggled to stand upright, let alone get to the door. "Oh, C'MON!" Now he was purely frustrated, getting locked in an AIRPLANE bathroom wasn't exactly his idea of a quiet trip.
"They lied to me..." Yes, SlaveLabour Graphics were the ones who suggested this, the fuckers. He'd have to, shoot them, OR BRING ON THE FAIRY KUNGFU. ...Yeah, riiight. This wasn't a good way to travel at all, he should have known they would be too cheap to get him a helicopter or something. After a while the bumpiness /seemed/ to have died down, but it was probably he was used to it by now as he whipped around, sliding down against the door to sit.
"I want Skittttlleees!!" He whined right out loud, and no one noticed. Of course, he was locked in this crappy little airplane bathroom that was probably soundproof. ...For reasons he probably didn't want to know. So then, maybe for the next five minutes or so Jhonen entertained himself by /banging/ his head against the door, crying out for /skittles/. But after awhile he started to feel light-headed, and sick too. being sick wasn't a good sig-
White blinding light, and he was kneeling over throwing up anything he ate into the filthy, 'toilet'. And the continues bumpy rocking made it worse about tenfold, as he had to hang on and not slide away from the toilet. Eventually the sickness went away, when everything was out. Hehe, somehow this reminded him of the organ stealing episode of Invader Zim. 'Dark Harvest'.
Hm, not having anything in your stomach, and banging your head against the door sure made everything darker. And really, he didn't have the strength to sit up anymore, so crashing onto the floor was really inviting. Letting your mind die, going blank seemed really good too. And his lasts thoughts were-
...He wanted a Voot Cruiser, right now.
--END OF FIRST CHAPTER--
Wow, shorty short short short...Please don't kill me. I blame PurplexBlood entirly for the shortness of this chaper. Her attention span isn't very high...She's easily distracted...
...So am I, but still...
..Okay, so we got ditraced by cupcakes, it's a mistake anyone can make.
..Wow, sixteen paragraphs...I write more while taking notes during my spare period.
Mah lovely beta: PurplexBlood(DeviantArt.com)
--FICTION TIME--
"I hate my brain..." Moaned a man in his early twenties, cheek pressed against the cool glass of his window. Well, it wasn't /his/ window per say, it was whoever owned the airplane's window. Fucking person who owned the airplane! If he owned the airplane, it would have no windows, or something...
They were just /so/ high up, how he hated conventions. All the stupid fangirls who came raving after him, like that one girl named... Sam, or something, again, who came and asked him to marry her. She was FIFTEEN. Yes, so /very/ annoying, it was a pure shame they didn't let him bring his shotgun in the building. "I'm going to kill them all..." Of course, all the stares from the other people on the plane didn't bother him. Never did. And-
Who was staring at him from behind? A, little kid he soon found out by turning his gaze away from all the, clouds, and that dead bird on the wing. Stupid bird, should know better then flying into a giant metal distraction.
"Hi!" A young chipper voice decided to break through his thoughts of buying his own airplane, and killing more birds. And.. feeding them to... chipmunks. "What?" Eyes sharpened, he gave off a very deep glare, staring at the little, 'child'. Oh, hehe, the kid suddenly got this scared look and backed away. Allowing him to look back at the clouds and- the bird was gone! That was, odd, maybe it got blown off in the wind or something.
"Excuse me, Mister-" Again, his thoughts were drawn back to someone on the plane who was, the kids mom. "Vasquez, Jhonen Vasquez." Oops, well, maybe he could get kicked of the plane. That would be great! To get off this hell of people with crying babies and smell. "Yes well, Mr. Vasquez, my son told me you scared him." Why, why did he have to bothered of all people? He was minding his own business untill little terror came out of nowhere and had the guts to say 'Hi'. Stupid kid...
Raising an eyebrow, the man looked back from the boy to his mother, before raising his hands and pointing towards said boy. "HE LIES!" Hahaha, super loud voice got everyones attention as he turned away, curling up on his chair as the others went back to sit down. "Yes, yes, I'm insane..." Jhonen muttered, again getting his attention back to the sky. But, that didn't seem to entertain him long, seeing how his eyelids felt like freking 100 pound weights, sleeping seemed okay..
--LATER!--
"Hey, HEEEY, you want coffee!? Wake up!" Oh GOD, what the fuck was that and- and it was some scary red and blonde layered haired girl who looked suspiciously familier... "No."
"Ya' sure!? We got a lota coffeeee! You should get some! YOU CANNOT RESIST! I'll give it to you free, 'cause you're cyuuuute!" Mental twitch and- and the man was dashing to the bathroom. Locking it and pressing back against the further wall from the door. There had to be /some/ way off this plane, and away from those, crazy, people. Coffee, he would never drink it now from trauma of, person. He /would/ stay in here the whole time, if it wasn't cramped, and he had a notepad of some sort...
And so he settled on sitting on the sink, because that was /a lot/ safer then the toilet. And for the next fifteen minutes the ride was pretty okay, there wasn't any noise or anything and /no one/ was bothering him. It was like a horrible, puny heaven of some sort. Maybe he could sneak out and get the complimentary pillow, and his laptop and- the plane felt like it suddenly jolted forward! Sending Jhonen toppling forward, and fuck! His head just bounced against the toilet, seat.
And after the first jerk, there were several more sudden thrusts, rocking the plane back and forth when a rather high pitched voice came over the P.A. system.
"We seem to have HIT some AIR turbulance. Please KEEP yourself seated WITH your seatbelts on, we'll LOCK the bathroooooms, now." Right on que there was this small, /evil/ little clicking noise. Causing a light panic to spring up in the young man as he struggled to stand upright, let alone get to the door. "Oh, C'MON!" Now he was purely frustrated, getting locked in an AIRPLANE bathroom wasn't exactly his idea of a quiet trip.
"They lied to me..." Yes, SlaveLabour Graphics were the ones who suggested this, the fuckers. He'd have to, shoot them, OR BRING ON THE FAIRY KUNGFU. ...Yeah, riiight. This wasn't a good way to travel at all, he should have known they would be too cheap to get him a helicopter or something. After a while the bumpiness /seemed/ to have died down, but it was probably he was used to it by now as he whipped around, sliding down against the door to sit.
"I want Skittttlleees!!" He whined right out loud, and no one noticed. Of course, he was locked in this crappy little airplane bathroom that was probably soundproof. ...For reasons he probably didn't want to know. So then, maybe for the next five minutes or so Jhonen entertained himself by /banging/ his head against the door, crying out for /skittles/. But after awhile he started to feel light-headed, and sick too. being sick wasn't a good sig-
White blinding light, and he was kneeling over throwing up anything he ate into the filthy, 'toilet'. And the continues bumpy rocking made it worse about tenfold, as he had to hang on and not slide away from the toilet. Eventually the sickness went away, when everything was out. Hehe, somehow this reminded him of the organ stealing episode of Invader Zim. 'Dark Harvest'.
Hm, not having anything in your stomach, and banging your head against the door sure made everything darker. And really, he didn't have the strength to sit up anymore, so crashing onto the floor was really inviting. Letting your mind die, going blank seemed really good too. And his lasts thoughts were-
...He wanted a Voot Cruiser, right now.
--END OF FIRST CHAPTER--
Wow, shorty short short short...Please don't kill me. I blame PurplexBlood entirly for the shortness of this chaper. Her attention span isn't very high...She's easily distracted...
...So am I, but still...
..Okay, so we got ditraced by cupcakes, it's a mistake anyone can make.
..Wow, sixteen paragraphs...I write more while taking notes during my spare period.