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Obsession	By : DancingMouse Category: Comics > Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This was written for amusement purposes only. I am not making any profit from this nor do I own JTHM. I only own Obsession, an OC.

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Obsession

Disclaimer: Jhonen owns all, except for a future character, Obsession. He’s mine.

Author’s Note: Well, I wanted to do a realistic Jimmy/Johnny for the longest time, and also possibly explain Jimmy obsession over Nny. I just couldn’t figure out how to get it to work, until now that is.

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After another unsuccessful hour, to try and get more money, he quit. At least he made some money today. He picked up his suitcase, rising from the bench, and made his way down the dirty streets. Stray papers and Styrofoam cups danced around his boots and scrapped along the sidewalk. Various vehicles beeped and skidded along the oil streaked streets. Jimmy didn’t care though. The city may have been filthy, but he didn’t have to be, at least not tonight. He had more than enough to but some soap and toothpaste along with his food.

Smiling at his good fortune, and his newest customer’s generosity, he gave in to his stomach’s demands and found the first place that looked like it could’ve sold something edible. He stopped by the nearest place, a gas station, but just as he was reaching for the door, to push it open, he froze. Something was telling him not to go in there, but to walk to the 24/7 at the end of the street. Brows knitting together, the urge to go to the convenience store passed as quickly as it came.

Wondering why exactly he would want to go all the way down there, when what he needed was here, he went for the door again. This time nothing happened. Brows knit together, wondering why in the hell he even thought of going down to the 24/7, he walked in. Noting the eye roll and irritated sigh he got from the greasy cashier when he looked up from his tabloid, and putting him on his ever growing “That person is an asshole” mental list, he set about collecting whatever he thought fit within his budget.

Wrestling with the various sugar laden foods and drinks, with a lone, travel sized tube of toothpaste and bottle of shampoo buried beneath, he made his way to the counter, cussing slightly when he almost dropped a few items on the way. Placing the items on the counter in front of the cashier, who practically sneered at him and started ringing up his order. When he came across the toothpaste and shampoo, he looked at Jimmy, raised a disbelieving eyebrow but rang it up anyway, and tossed it into the pile with the rest of the almost paid for merchandise.

“Heh, probably noticed my teeth and hair,” He thought. It’s not like he could help his genetics, or his poor oral hygiene practice. With a life like his, he got what he could when he could get it. It’s not like he could go out and pay a dentist. He had to deal with it for the seventeen years of his life, so everyone else was just going to have to deal with his widely spaced, crooked teeth. Also, greasy hair ran in his family. It didn’t matter how many times he washed it, a couple hours later, it always ended up looking like he didn’t wash it in days.

“Total is $40.52.” The terse, irritated voice of the cashier rang through Jimmy’s head, making him flinch slightly. He pulled the Fifty out of his pocket and dropped it on the counter. He would’ve handed it to him, but in his opinion, he didn’t deserve it. The cashier sneered at Jimmy’s apparent rudeness and snatched the money off the counter. He counted out the change and dropped it pointedly onto the counter and turned back to his tabloid.

“Thanks,” Jimmy said, a slightly sarcastic tone entering his voice, grabbing the money off the counter. “You think I can have a bag, or would that be too much trouble?”

The Cashier looked up at him, looking at him like he just asked him to strip naked and streak down the street. Jimmy raised an eyebrow at him, and then received the bag in the form of it fluttering across the counter in his general direction. Jimmy grabbed the bag, glaring at the man behind the counter as he quickly shoved his things in a bag and walked out of the store. In fact, he was regretting not going to the 24/7 in the first place. Not that the service would been any better. People in the city weren’t really known for their hospitality to begin with, as that Cashier demonstrated.

As he nudged his way through a throng of people blocking the sidewalk, the urge to go to the 24/7 came back. It wasn’t as strong as before, just a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it was strong enough to make his feet lead him on their own accord, down the garbage ridden street, to the seedy little 24/7. As he walked by the window, he just happened to catch a glimpse of the same person why bought that knife from him earlier…Nny was it? He paused, standing off to the side so that he wouldn’t be easily seen, but he could see. He watched as Nny pulled at the Icee machine, had a short conversation with the slightly annoyed clerk, and saw him pull a knife on the cashier.

He dropped his bag, items slipping around his boots. Covering his mouth so that his surprised squeak didn’t come through, even though he knew that they couldn’t hear him, he watched the whole thing unfold with unblinking eyes. He watched them yell, the knives come flying out, and the gun be pulled out from underneath the counter.

Jimmy watched the wordless conversation, watching facial expressions and body language, trying to figure out at least a couple words of what they were saying. His body froze, eyes freezing open at the muted sound of a gun going off, sending a shower of the Cashier’s blood and bits and fragments sailing against the wall. He flinched back as some of the debris hit the glass, leaving red streaks behind as it slid down the window. Instead of being disgusted by the sight that unfolded before him, like any normal person, he felt awe, an unfelt idol worship for the man holding the gun blossoming in his being.

He missed whatever happened after that, lost in his own world of feelings and thoughts, until the jingle of a bell snapped him back to reality. He turned towards the noise, watching Nny walk out the door, cherry Fizz-Wizz in his bloody hand. Turning to meet Jimmy’s awe filled gaze, blank eyes holding nothing but a glint of murderous intent, he turned his back on him, making his way slowly down the dirty street.

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Woo! Obsession is vaguely hinted at, AND Jimmy witnessed his future idol at work. I hope this one’s a little more descriptive.

Also, I hope I didn’t make Jimmy too young. I wanted to make him a little younger than Nny, who I imagine is in his early 20s, so I settled on seventeen.

Also, this takes place during that one part in the Comic where Nny went all homicidal on a Cashier because the Icee machine was turned off, just to clear up any confusion.
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