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In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover	By : AnarchicQ Category: Comics > Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her. This particular chapter was written by Q ____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 18~ I scream, yoreamream, we all scream "FORK!"
The ice cream boy, boy because real men do not mess there pants, shivered on the cold metal chair. Hotaru held a long, sharp, pointy, gleaming blade in her delicately gloved hands, staring insanely at the zity,poop-y teen.
"Wh...what is this place?!" His eyes were wide as they whirled to look around the brittle room. The floorboards were held in place beneath their feet by rusted screws and tarnished nails. The wood plank walls were all but bare, save for blood spatters and crusts of end trails painted haphazardly against them. The door was closed, the girl in front of it.
Mr Frozen Milk Machine then regarded the girl with his beedy eyes. She was dressed in an odd bodysuit which was accented with a pleated skirt, and bows. Her white, shimmering gloves were caked with fresh, as well as crusted blood. The blade however, was prestine, save for the red handprint her palm left on the grip. The Ice Cream Man surmised that this was, then, a new blade, and until now, unused.
"L-..Look, lady.I didn't mean what I said about him being a fag, clearly he's not a fag if you're his girlfriend. He-..He's a very lucky man to have a girl as lovely as you. Like an angel, really. And he- He's a very handsom man. All the sun, and the 'POP! Goes the weasel!' makes me a bit nuts, and I don't think stright. Would you? I mean all the time 'POP! goes the weasel!'-....er....you..look like you understand..." No, no, keep talking. Maybe he could talk her out of killing him. "He must love you. Did he get that ice cream taco for you? was it a token of love? h- how sweet! Look, I'll let you have it for free! I'll give you and your boyfriend all the ice cream you want!"
Hotaru slowly blinked, her vacant eyes glancing at the Ice Cream man down, then up, a dead expression on her face.
"You...are the first."
"The....first?"
"The first of what I aim to be many. Let that knowledge make you feel all warm and sugary inside." The young sailor suited girl tossed the knife up in her left hand, catching it in her right. A glint found its way on the blade's surface. Light from the still open front door. A cruel smile sliced a path across Hotaru's face as she swiped the blade across the boys' midrife wae was blinded by the glint, vision filled with silver white. Senses burned with agony as he felt a sudden lightening in his middle. A squish/thud sound echoed in his ears and blood spattered on his uniform pant legs. In his pain, he was unaware that he had fallen against a wall, which supported him on his feet. Hotaru's dark violet eyes flickered down to the floor, which was now ornamented with her victims intestines. The long, pinkish red tubing stretched lazily from his middle, where its end dissapeared into the well of a large cavity in his lower torso.
With ever stoic eyes on the mass of flesh at her feet, Hotaru's dainty nostrils widened as she inhaled the fragrance of the spilled blood. An exhale rasped from her open mouth, and she raised a hand. She gently trapped the middle tip of her blood drenched glove between her perfect teeth, and slowly pulled her hand from the glove. Her delicate hand was stained red, as if she had a cruel sunburn, but the flesh was no less soft then usual. Slowly she knelt upon her still bleeding knee, and touched her fingertips to the lengthy organ. The senshi of Death and rebirth meditated on the wet, warm, slimy texture of the intestine, taking note of the rivulets of blood, of the input, and locking it away in her mind. Her icy grin shrank into a small, pleasent smile as she suddenly gripped his stomach. He screamed out as Hotaru cut into the organ, reaching in with her gloved hand and scooping out a small supply of the acidic fluids within. A simple, girlish giggle emmited from her smiling lips as she pulled her hand from the wet, fleshy sack, glancing at the acid in her palm ,before she tossed the contents from her hand, to the Ice cream Man's eyes.
Johnny C. exited the ice cream truck with his holy Ice cream taco, chewing on a garbled mass of waffer and really cold milk, punctured by stiff chocolate and synthetic nuts. He blinked as he heard screams in his house. Curse! He left the door open. Witnesses were bad. No matter, it's not like he could get caught. He's tried. Another scream from his house made him tilt his head to the side, but all the same, 'Nny did not hurry his pace.
When the thin young man finally crested the stoop and entered the main room, he arched a brow at the sight. The Ice cream man was slumped against the East-most wall, legs barely supporting his weight, (which 'Nny gathered, must be considerably lighter then before, considering his endtrails were sculpted in a nice "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" hill like so many mashed potatos before it.) and his eyes were red and swollen, as if hyper-irritated. He observed that Hotaru merely crouched at the pile of guts, licking at her uncovered hand, which was bloody, and had the slight sheen of mucus.
"A girl after my own heart." Johnny quipped darkly, before shutting the door, detatching them to the outside world.
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