Maniacs don't date

Obsession

                  Johnny sighed in defeat as he closed the book, after reading it for the fifth time in a week. He was growing more obsessed with the smallest things, and he was despising every second of it. 

He soon threw the book with a scream and his fingers were quick to be brushing through his hair. His eyes darted over to the dough boys and he glared. He quickly approached them. 

"What fuck is up with you two?!" He screeched at them before knocking them over.

His bony finger soon pointed at Nail Bunny. "Same with you!" 

He soon kept screaming as he slammed open the door to the basement and ran down it. 

Johnny didn't know who he was anymore and was losing it. Soon his thoughts were brought back to the cashier and he screamed more as tears rolled down. 

He grabbed whatever blade he saw first and slowly walked down the hall, now suddenly quiet and tears had ceased. Whoever's door he saw first, well they were going to have a fun time.

He slowly pushed it open and grinned at the man. 

"Well hello again!" Johnny spoke with unnervingly cheery voice. "I hope you've been enjoying your stay here!"

The man shot daggers from his eyes with his piercing stare. "Fuck no, I haven't you skinny fuck! I've been hanging here, in so much pain! I wish you would just let me down so I could beat your stupid ass!" Spit dribbled down his chin as he screamed at him. 

"I haven't seen the sun in who knows how long and you barely give me food or water!" He kept screaming him as Johnny slowly walked towards him, swinging the blade in front of him.

"Well I'm sorry for all of that, maybe this would cheer you up some and leave me a nice review!" Johnny gave an innocent smile as he stood in front of him.

As the man opened his mouth to question, Johnny swung his hooked end of the blade and it ripped out his cheek. The screams from the man only fulled him more to continue. 

He turned the blade in his mouth, turning it into messed up gore, cause the man to cry out more in horrible pain.

Johnny grinned more before laughing out. "OH this is nothing to be screaming of, I'll give you something to scream about!"

He quickly looked around for more thing of wonderful torture. He soon found some hooks and walked up behind the hanging person. 

He stuck in the hooks and pulled, letting them to all the fun work of opening the wonderful person as he tried to scream profanities at poor Johnny. 

Soon his guts started to slowly pour out, starting with his large intestine. His arms nearly broke from his flailing. 

Johnny circled around to the front of him and laughed more. "Well isn't this wonderful?"

The man's pained eyes looked down at him as some bits of his mouth slid down into his now open chest. Soon his stomach hit the floor with a loud 'ploop!' and some of the food he had given him spilled out.

Johnny silently gagged to himself as he watched. He then stuck up a gloved finger as he got an idea. He scrapped at the floor a bit to get up enough dirt and started to spread all through out his open cavity. The fellow's screams picked up again as his insides were dirtied up. 

Soon the screams were no more as he bled out, making Johnny slightly sad. He watched the blood go down the drain and sighed. Johnny then went back upstairs to clean himself and write. 

He was just sad as the thrill of the mental snap was over and the one thing bringing him joy was now gone as well, meaning his thoughts were left to wonder again. He made soft sounds as he cleaned up and changed clothing, leaving him now blood-less and glove-less. He shivered lightly and hugged himself before he sat down, grabbing his Die-Ary before he did. 

He found a pencil near him and quickly wrote, just letting his thoughts and writing work at the same time. Soon his mind blanked and he re-read it all, trying to find other points to re-touch on. He quickly noticed how it went from his snap to the cashier.

What was it about this fucking cashier that has me hooked on them? What fucking is it?

He mentally screamed and tried to think about what it could be. He thought about it all before he felt himself on the verge of another breakdown. He shivered again and got up, making swift strides for his closest. He grabbed his coat and back-pack before he walked out into the fresh night. 

He closed his eyes and sighed once more into the night air. His feet carried him off through the neighborhood, it shortly turning the city lights. His eyes wandered around the partiers playground. 

It was a very nice but sadly some people horribly ruined it for him, so he hardly came down here. He hummed lightly as he walked around, honestly enjoying this moment. His thoughts drifted back to the cashier, wondering if they liked this type of stuff and would even like him outside of the small conversations they had. 

He soon spotted a Cafe he had attacked before, smiling quietly a bit about the memories before he noticed that he walked the long way to the 24/7. 

Johnny shrugged he shoulders and quietly went 'Eh fuck it' as he walked towards it and entered. His trek to the back was quick and he also grabbed a bag of chips on his way to the front.

He quietly paid and didn't even give any attention to the graveyard cashier. 

As he walked away, he tried to keep his munching and drinking to a much more quiet level as he made his way to the hill. 

Johnny actually felt at peace as he quickly made it to the top, resting on his car.  Though the walk was normally an hour, it felt shorter tonight. His also noticed his breath in the air, making him even happier. 

After he finished, he put the trash in the bag in his car before returning to his spot on the hood. Appreciating the little warmth from his spot, he continued to watch the city as it never slept with him. 

Johnny was happy up there, not being disturbed and just allowed to think, but now he had the coldness to bring him back and the stars to stare out when he just didn't want to think. It was his place, but if someone was special enough, maybe he would share it once again.