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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 Hailey McCarthy-Goode ____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 20~ Wow...this one's long. . .
Devi walked out of the 'PLEASE PAINT ME' store. The mall swarmed with sugary sweet, no front teethed toddlers and their parents that were dragged by their collars through the gaggle of high school students that roamed through it, looking for some 5 finger discounts. Devi looked through her white bag and fingered through it's contents to see if they were all still there. ... Where the hell did Tenna gothouthought she was just going to the bathroom. Whatever. She can find her own way home... Devi was beginning to get pissed off with Tenna, first she said that Devi's paintings were beginning to look all the same. Twisted and retarded. And now she had blown off Devi. ... HAH... Devi walked through the blank corridors of the mall. A bunch of 15 year old girls walked around Garage Clothing (HISS! HISS!) looking for t-shirts that had the number 7 on it. "MUST FIND A T-SHIRT WITH THE NUMBER 7 ON IT BECAUSE I AM ILLETERATE AND I NEED TO REMEMBER THE NUMBER 7 AND ALSO BECAUSE IT IS SUPER COOL!" Said an overly giggly bleached blonde trendy whore as she flashed a bracey grin. They laughed and pointed at Devi as she walked by and felt sorry for the girls' ignorance. An elongated dark figure, sheilded by their black trenchcoat was mirrored in the CRAP window as she walked by. Devi glanced away and looked down at her feet as she swiftly turned around the corner. She glanced back to see if he was still there. The bloody figure of Spooky the squeak toy was clutched in the shadowed figures midnight hands. The blood dripped down in serpentine streams, into rivers on the floor. As the dark hand tightened upon the hunk of rubber, it emitted a dire SQUEAK! It's bloody head bulged as it was squeezed and more blood came pouring down. The hand relented, only to constrain their fingers around the squeak toy again, this time, a long, drawn out squeeeeaaak leaked from the sound hole. ... I never liked the spookster anyways. WAIT! FUCK! TENNA... JOHNNY... FUCKING SHIT... A smile was presented and the bright white teeth were massive in the black. Devi ran as fast as she could down the deserted hall wondering how it could be deserted if it was a mall, where people flock to for salvation. Devi didn't wonder about it too long, however, as she bolted down the hall as fast as a hampster. Her boots clanged against the highly poilshed floors, they echoed as she ran and looked at all the empty stores. She ran out of the door as she heard another pair of boots running after hers. She weaved through the many perfect cars parked at the front, and then to the family sized economy cars, parked a ways away from the mall, either to torture the little ones' feet or because they weren't fast enough to get to the entrance just before the security guard came to unlock the doors. She got to her car and sifted through all of her pockets, searching for the one where her keys lay taunting her as she tried to grasp them fast enough. They squirmed away. Her shaking hand clutched them hard and fumbled to get her car key as she heard hard boots come up behind her. "JOHNNY?" She dropped her bags against the concrete as all of the art supplies fell out and rolled along the settled asphalt as they clanged together when they stopped. A paper white hand came down and grasped woo wooden handle of a number 8 paintbrush. TAP TAP "JOHNNY?" Devi's voice quavered as she turned around. She looked across and had to look down onto the top of a purple haird girls' head, who's deep purple eyes, from her pale, pale face, looked up into Devi's, which were wide and aware, unlike the girls' whos were empty. The end of the paintbrush was thrust into Devis widened eye. A girl there stood. The long black trenchcoat flowing in the wind which flew serenely into the heavy parking brigade. A long purple cape inter-layed on the inside of the dark trenchcoat. High steel heeled purple shoes with large silver buckles and purple laces. Snow white skin. Crusty red on one of her kneecaps. A purple, black and white plaid skirt kept together by silver safety pins and neat looking buckles. Going up to her white, skin tight shirt. A large purple bow, flimsing in the wind. A pendant strewn with a permanant image of Happy Noodle Boy, and a random middle finger. The tails of the bow held together by even MORE stereotypical safety pins. The attacker had a mean sneer across her face and her violent violet eyes were staring hard at her. ... A GIRL? WHAT THE FUCK...? Devi's eye bled incessantly. Her pupil swimming in it. The attackers' white gloves strewn with blood, the paintbrush twirling in between her fingers, the woody end bloodied. HUCHUNG! The bristly end was jabbed repeateditively into Devis other eye. It came out coate blo blood, as if paint. The attacker giggled insanely as if a little school girl was in a court yard with her girly friends shying away from young Tom Suffi. She took the bloodied bristles to Devi's lips. Devi smelt the b, pu, putrid and volitile. She didn't want blood on her lips, her mouth opened to bite off the fingers of her assailant, but instead, the bristles drew a large moustache underneath Devi's large, hook shaped nose. It zigged as Devi snapped again. "OH! you screwed up the moustache I was giving you!" Devi's leg shot out and kicked at her assailant in the stomach; at the same time, a long silver blade was forced into Devi's stomach. Devi coughed up blood in protest, which splattered onto the floor and onto the paintbrush, giving the attacker more paint for the masterpiece. The paintbrush was raised as the attacker stood on tip-toe to draw a flimsy 'h' crossing the stem. The assailant pushed Devi to the car and the body slid down, leaving a trail of smeared blood on the shiny surface of the vehicle. Devi's crumpled body lay on the asphalt. The attacker twisted the blade in Devi's stomach, who gasped for her last breath of air. The pupils dilated and she was gone. The blade was pulled out of Devi's stomach which had just stopped it's rising and falling. Blood spurted in high arcs out of the fallens stomach. Sailor Saturn walked off, pocketing the blade and her bloodied gloves. She walked off laughing gleefully. The sky clouded over for a quick second.
She ran into the mall and towards the Dairy Sludge booth in the food court, where Johnny awaited. They walked through mall with their Dairy Sludge treat. It was festooned once more with all the stereotypical families, groups of teenage girls and guys and, of course, them old ones that tried to fit in, but their teeth just keep on falling out when they mash on their frozen french fries! They walked mindlessly to the video store and... "HAHAHAHA! THERE IT IS!" Cried out Johnny as he spotted what he had been looking for for at least a century! "What?" asked Hotaru, not understanding the power of a good movie. "Oh, it's nothing." Johnny looked deeply at Hotaru. Her new get up made her look so keen! It may have scared a few passer bys who ran at the site of her to the next shelf of videos marked 'N-Q' Johnny zoomed to the cash register and bought the item. They walked out of Radio-Hack. Johnny swinging his bag. K- FART was right across the way and millions of woman were crowded around the entrance where K-FART was having a special 'GREEN LIGHT SALE' on turkey basters! They walked alond Hod Hotaru saw a pet store. She walked in right away, leading Johnny behind her. A bunch of kittens were in a box on floor. She picked up a white one with black spots and started petting it. Johnny looked fondly at her. ... She's so, hmm, so, so picturesque... Hotaru gleamed brightly as she giggled, nuzzling the cute little kitten.
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In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover