WAS SCHOOL over yet? Johnny wasn’t quite sure about that. Days were starting to become longer, it was hotter, two days before a ray of sun creeping through a crick in one of the board-covered windows in the living room had woken him up from an unexpected nap (which had been followed by a five-minute rage outburst about MY STUPID SACK OF MEAT GIVING UP ON ME AND MAKING ME DOUBT OF MY PHYSICAL EXISTENCE ALL OVER AGAIN!). He had seen a few kids walking down the street with backpacks on their shoulders, but they could have been going anywhere. He did have a calendar hanging in the kitchen, but he had never turned its pages. Hmm. He should try and regain some of his sense of time before he lost it completely again.
Other thoughts filled his head, and at nightfall Johnny had completely forgotten to check whether or not school was over. Thus, at half past midnight, his front door creaked and a lanky shadow slipped out of the 777 hovel to head to a window of the neighboring house. A skeletal, bloody hand knocked on the thin glass (manners, first of all), then it and its equally wounded twin pushed the window up and open. Johnny’s smile was sort of threatening even when he didn’t want it to be. “Hey there, Squee! Do you happen to have a couple of plasters and tweezers?”
although the boy is not inclined in the slightest to hope johnny will stop by, he has resigned himself to accepting these shambolic visits as another part of his grim life. his only wish, as far as his murderous neighbor is concerned, is that these visits will fall more conveniently — during the daytime, to be precise, as squee is still diurnal whilst nny seems to be quite the opposite ( that is, if he ever sleeps at all. ) unfortunately, todd is incredibly ... well, unfortunate. a wish has not ever come true for him before, & this will not stand to be an exception. the only thing he has going for him is that school is ending next week, & then he will not be forced to get up early & walk there. he has to survive the last few days, though, which can oftentimes prove difficult, if you’re him. once again, the rap against his window pane makes him jump, & once again, he forces himself up out of bed in order to greet his visitor, no matter how unwelcome. in a sense, they are both as polite as possible, given the present circumstances.
upon seeing nny’s smile, teeth glinting in the low light, todd squeaks. had he been asleep, perhaps it would have taken longer for squee to reply. luckily for johnny, the boy is prone to heart-wrenching nightmares, so he had been fearfully tucked beneath his thin blanket, but the past two hours have been spent just as wide awake as he is right now. todd wants to scramble for the light switch, but he fears his visitor will react poorly, being as unpredictable as he is. maybe the boy’s giant eyes can help him see despite this continual blackness. ❝ yeah, i got some in the bathroom. ❞ he points, little arm extended & shaking softly, even though the man should very well know by now where the bathroom is. todd steps back, nearly tripping over the giant shirt which he sleeps in. ( technically, it had not been intended for sleeping, but instead a gift from a relative. squee will never understand his parents’ refusal to tell everyone that he’s a seven year old boy, & does not wear an extra extra extra large. ) ❝ izzat all you need? ❞
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