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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 19

“Whose there?!” A head full of blue hair with large brown eyes peaked through the crack of the slightly opened door of house number seven hundred and seventy-seven. “Did the DOG send you?! DID IT?!”

Squee took slow and deliberate steps from his semi-hiding place at the right of the door, against the wall, coming into Johnny C.'s line of vision. “Hi, Nny. The, uh, dog didn't send me. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Squee! Hi! I wasn't expecting you back so soon. I was just 'entertaining' some visitors, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind waiting a little longer.”

“Ummm. I can come back another time.” Forcing a nervous smile, the boy stiffly turned to go.

“WAIT! Why don't we go for a Brain-freezy?”

“Squee! Uh..okay.”

Walking on the opposite end of the sidewalk from the maniac, the teen did his best to steer them clear of any other pedestrians that might set off the other's 'asshole detector'.

“So, why aren't you in skool right now?”

“That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. You know how I used to have a teddy-bear that talked to me?”

“Yesss. That linty bastard was full of lies! LIES!” His voice rose dramatically before dropping back to a normal tone at the next sentence. “What about it?”

“Well, Brian gave me some of my old stuff that the D.H.M.I. had been holding a couple of days ago. Shmee was with it, and ever since then really...unpleasant things..have been happening to me..well more to other people who bother me. But the nightmares have gotten more vivid and Shmee is talking to me again.”

“I see.”

“I just thought that since you said you got rid of some figments a while back you might be able to give me some advice. I think that Shmee is associated with the..uh..bad stuff..somehow.”

“Would you care to elaborate on this 'bad stuff'?”

“No. No, I wouldn't care for that very much at all.”

“Oh. Okay then.” Nny looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hmmm. You know, I don't think the method I used to get ride of the Dough Boys would work for you...unless...no. That can't be.”

“What?”

“It's NOTHING! Nothing at all!” Surely, they hadn't decided to make his innocent, scared, little neighbor a waste lock!

A small bell chimed as they entered the Twenty-Four-Seven, disturbing a short man in a ski mask, who was in the process of stuffing all the money in the register into a black, plastic bag. There was splattered blood on his shirt and the check-out counter. That could only mean one thing.

“DAMN IT! I just wanted a brain-freezy! WHY must you create for me MORAL DELMILAS?! I HATE them! It seems like this place gets robbed every other fuck'in week!”

Ski mask guy pointed a gun at them, leaving him without the ability to continue stuffing the bag. “YOU, skinny freak! Come here, and put the rest of the money in the bag or I'll blow your brains all over the place!”

“Skinny freak?! SKINNY FREAK! You dare ridicule me?!” Nny quickly strode over to the man. He could now see the clerk lying behind the counter in a pool of her own blood. She had actually been nice, for a human. She had always made sure that the Brain-freezy machine was on all night on the nights she worked. “Your pettiness sickens me!”

Ski-guy cocked they pistil, pointing straight at Nny's head. “What are you gunna do about, you SKINNY, BULIEMIC WERIDO?” Of course, he would use a gun.

“You would make a lovely corpse.”

Squee sighed silently, still standing near the door. He checked his pockets for bear stuffing, finding none. Maybe it was just something about Squee himself. Maybe the universe just hated him. Then again, he was with Johnny, so maybe it was only coincidence. If his cell phone wasn't trapped in his locker at skool he could call the police, but he doubted he could stop Nny from killing the guy at this point anyway.

“Hey, can I just wait outside? My shrink says I should try to limit my exposure to grizzly murders.”

“Sure, go ahead, Squee. What flavor of brain-freezy do you want?”

“WAIT! WHAT? No, you can't wait outside! Gaud! What do you think this is, a-GAHHHACCKK!”

Blood gushed from Ski-guy's neck as Nny retracted a long, curved knife from the wound, only to make another and another in various parts of the man's body.

“Cherry doom.” Grabbing magazine from a near-by rack, Squee left the store, taking a seat on the bench out front. He usually tried to spare others Nny's wrath, but that guy probably deserved it anyway. Maybe Shmee was right about him being desensitized. He flipped through the pages of the Event Magazine, eventually settling on a article about a new drug promising neurogensis of a strong enough magnitude to counteract the effects of eating cafeteria food in the public skool system. Yeah, right.

“Squeegee!”

“Ahh! Oh, sorry, Nny.” He folded the magazine under an arm, and stood.

Johnny smiled a huge, maniacal smile. It was so much fun to traumatize his neighbor. “Here's your brain-freezy. Do you think we should still pay for this stuff?”

“Thanks. I dunno. It's a chain store, so the money would just go to corporate anyway. And our hand prints are on the money. That's bad. Though, maybe we could mix it in with the money in the bag.” He shrugged in noncommitment.

“Hummm. I think I'll leave some money. You taking that magazine?”

“Uh, it had my prints on it, so yeah.”

Looking through the glass frame of the store door, Squee watched as the serial killer counted out exact change for the items they were taking. Johnny had very strange priorities.

“Okay, all set! So, where were we? Oh, yes, the talking bear. I think the best advice I can give you on the matter is to feed it as less as possible. Figments thrive on attention. The more you give it, the STRONGER it will become and the WEAKER you will become. That's my experience anyway. Tell me, does the bear tell you what to do?”

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes. And he tells me things, at least some of them are true, but it's like he's planting thoughts in my mind to manipulate me.” Looking down at the cracks in the sidewalk, Todd wondered why he never realized how strange it was for his imaginary friend to try to convince him to burn things..and people when he was a child.

“You should never allow yourself to become a slave, even to the things you create. ESPECIALLY to the things you create, because there may come a time when you can no longer tell if they are still a part of you!”

“Yes, that would be bad, huh?” He was so screwed.

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Notes:

“He would make a lovely corpse.” is from Charles Dickins.
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