Warning: The following contains violence, coarse language, and excessive amounts of awesomeness. Please prepare your mind for blowing.
Chapter Nine
“So the antichrist is real?” Devi asks.
“Yes,” Squee nods.
“And we’re seriously going to ask him for help?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Well, the Nightmare is supernatural, right? I just think Pepito is probably an expert on all things supernatural since he himself is supernatural,” Squee explains.
“But why would the antichrist go to Scool?” Tenna asks.
“I don’t know his whole plan,” Squee sighs.
“The antichrist is supposed to be the destroyer of our world, right?” Johnny asks, “he probably wants to learn more about his future subjects.”
“You seem to be in a better mood,” Devi comments.
“Well, you know it’s a new day, I downed about three Brain Freezys this morning, and cutting a guy’s guts out while his screams are all distorted because his tongue is nailed to the ceiling always puts me in a good mood,” he giggles maniacally and taps his fingers excitedly on the steering wheel.
“Seriously, you’re okay living with this guy?” Devi exclaims at Squee. He just shrugs and wiggles Shmee’s arms.
“Squee’s not living with me. It’s just temporary,” Johnny growls, but then suddenly feels angry at himself for feeling guilty for having said that.
“Fortunately for him,” Devi mutters.
“Uh, turn left here,” Squee says. Johnny obeys, doing his best to keep his anger in check.
“You remember where he lives?” Tenna asks.
“I do. But I’m not sure if he even lives there anymore,” Squee sighs, “I hope this won’t be a waste of time.”
“Ah, it’s this house right up here,” he states as he points down the road. Johnny pulls over and everybody hops out.
Johnny, Devi, and Tenna follow Squee up the walk to the front door. He walks nervously for two reasons: one, he’s worried that when he knocks it won’t be Pepito who answers, and two he’s worried it will be.
He tentatively lifts his hand and raps on the door. His heart leaps into his throat when he hears a familiar, slightly raspy voice shout, “I’ll get it, Mother.”
The door creaks open, and standing in the entrance is a slightly taller, slightly different Pepito. His clothes are a lot different than Squee remembers- he’s now wearing black cargo boots, tight black jeans, and a tight black t-shirt, along his little lock necklace- but his hair and horns are still the same.
Pepito blinks with surprise at his visitors. “Todd Casil?”
“Yeah. Hey, Pepito,” Squee smiles nervously.
“Well, well, well. I must say you were the last person I expected to see at my door. But nevertheless I am happy to see you,” he smiles, his fangs glistening in the sunlight, “please, come in.”
Pepito holds open the door for Squee, Johnny, Devi, and Tenna and they quickly walk in. After he closes the door behind them, he ignores the other three and focuses entirely on Squee.
“You’ve grown a little,” Pepito observes.
“Thanks. You too,” Squee says.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you?” he asks, “Scool was quite aggravating without you around. I was surrounded by complete idiots.”
