The Little Girl Next Door

Chapter 10 -Kill for Thy Neighbour

Johnny murders again in this chapter. He just won't stop! Sometimes, I feel like I don't need to explain since I think the title "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac" speaks for itself, but I still feel inclined lest any wild Karens are out there, you know...

This fic is wholesome, sure, but it's dark and full of satire too.

So eff off, Karens of the wild, we don't need your bullshit around here!

Also, more violence towards elderly citizens.

You have been warned.

The song below always makes me think of Nny. Without a doubt 🤣

The ice cream truck drove down the street, ringing a merry little tune, and the sight of all those happy little children running after it pleased Nny. But he was just psyched at the prospect of having some ice cream since he was a big kid himself, and it was a hot day.

Just as he'd promised Molly, he would get her ice cream for calling her great-grandma a bitch. The old lady woke up in the end after all and what a shame...

Nny had hoped she would die in her sleep. She was just lucky to be related to Molly or he would have given her his special attention.

It may seem callous hurting a harmless old lady, but she was far from harmless. To Nny, she was no different to those assholes at Café le Prick who laughed at his clothes. The only difference between her and those people was appearances; she appeared to be innocent because of her wrinkly façade, but she was a miserable, wretched bat who didn't deserve such a long life.

Molly told him she was a hundred and one years old, and she truly was an antique. She was born during Victorian times. People still rode horse-drawn carriages back when Grandma Aoife was in diapers.

If only some homicidal person had taken her life years ago. The world would be a happier place. But then she wouldn't have given birth to her daughter, who in turn never would have birthed Molly's Mom, and then Molly herself never would have been born.

To live in a world where Molly didn't exist? Nny couldn't even stomach it. She was the very sun that lit up his sky. Without her kind soul, the world would plunge into darkness, and life wouldn't be worth living.

The child in question waited on the sidewalk beside him, jumping up and down with excitement. "Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!"

Nny chuckled. "Someone's excited."

"Yes, because I love ice cream! Whoo!"

She kept bouncing on the spot, and Nny was a little concerned for her sanity. Was she okay? Were there springs under her shoes or something? A firework up her rectum?

Darn, he would be lying to himself if he didn't find her cute. Such a happy, go-lucky child. It pleased him.

If only all kids could be as happy as her.

Some were just as rotten as adults. His childhood was still blurry, but he could still hear the faint taunts of "Noodle Boy" in the dark recesses of his mind as he shivered.

Hopefully, the kids at Molly's new school wouldn't be so mean to her.

A swarm of children rushed to the truck, and Nny and Molly waited patiently near the back. They should have jumped the line, but Nny wasn't in the mood to push in front of a bunch of kids.