Voices

Author`s note: This fanfic is written in the POV of three characters in the JTHM/Squee/I Feel Sick series: Mr. Eff, Schmee and Sickness. They basically watch Johnny and Devi get it on. There is no real plot, but you do need to have read the comics to understand what`s going on. The characters are MAJORLY OOC, but you may just enjoy the pointless smut. I do not own any of the characters, Jhonen Vasquez does.

Chapter One: Sickness


All I can see now is blackness. Ever since Devi had taken my screws, all I saw was the inside of her backpack. Thankfully for me, her bottle of blue ink broke. So now, for the period of time that her bag was being washed, I had a cobalt tinted view of the room form her dresser. And what a night to see! On this night, the moon was full, and Devi, for some strange reason was out. Probably the influence of that annoying "Tenna" girl...with her even more annoying Spooky doll. I understood why Devi hated it. It`s squeaks were torture for the ears.

But on this night, Devi did not come home alone. A boy came with her. A skinny guy with blue black hair. He seemed very apprehensive, as if he were some sort of lost child. His skin was almost white in the moonlight, but his eyes were encircled with dark rims. Or so I thought, my perception of colour being thrown off by the ink. Devi and this boy, who I heard her call "Nny" sat on the couch, talking very quietly.

Every so often I would hear that word again. Devi really needed a new one. Then the boy pulled a shape out of his backpack. Recognition hit me like a thunderbolt out of the sky. This was the friend who introduced me to Devi! I owed him a debt of gratitude. And the figure he held was none other than Mr. Eff! He was real the reason I was here. Nny got up and placed him on the dresser next to my eyes. "Nice screws" he remarked.

Devi looked slightly startled by this, as if she had forgotten my presence. But she must have dismissed it because she just nodded her head in agreement. She then began taking down her hair in the dim lamp light. Nny then re joined her on the couch, looking more and more at ease. He also had a...look in his eyes, something I couldn`t place. I had never seen such a look. But Devi had it plastered across her face as well. Then, I realized it. They both slowly, sweetly leaned in and shared a small kiss. T

The perfect romantic moment. And I sensed all thoughts of work slipping out of Devi`s mind. She now thought only of Nny. Things were finally going my way! Now was the time to strike. "Go for it Devi, give into temptation." I said.
And then I heard Eff speaking as well. "Johnny, are you sure you want to do that? She`ll only hurt you in the end. Wouldn`t you rather kill her? Or, even better, yourself?"

But only Devi seemed to be listening to us as the kiss deepened. I began to scream at Mr. Eff. "Eff, what do you think you`re doing? Depriving me of a job? Just think, if you let me take over Devi, her and Nny could be twice as powerful!"

After that, Eff said no more, only stared at the ongoing development happening before us on the couch. By this time, coats and shoes had been removed and were now lying in a pile on the floor. There was no littering of clothing, no frenzied touching for these two. Only slow, sensual movements. Reassuring looks exchanged to urge each other forward. They separated for a moment as Devi slowly removed Nny`s shirt and explored the planes of his chest before he gathered her back into his spindly arms, sweetly embracing her.