Johnny closed the curtains over the window with a rough sigh. "What a beautiful evening," he grumbled, "Very beautiful, and I'm all alone."
"And now, who can be blamed for that, I wonder?" Psycho Doughboy wondered, his sarcasm venomous.
"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion," Johnny hissed.
"I know," Psycho Doughboy quietly cackled, "Just thought maybe it was a question worth asking, since you seemed to be in a thinking mood tonight already."
There was a knife already brandished in Johnny's hand, and he decided that his answer would best be said by turning the blade so that the light caught it. Although not backing down completely, Psycho Doughboy took a wary step back. "You can't hurt me!" he shouted.
"I can try," Johnny retorted.
"Now, now, there's going to be none of that," the third voice cut in, "Nobody is going to hurt anybody."
"Oh this killjoy again," Psycho Doughboy sighed, "I thought you'd shut up since Eff and I tore your little head off."
"No," Nailbunny replied simply, "All you did was give me more mobility." Both Johnny and Psycho Doughboy knew that by now, though. Nailbunny's head, floating midair by some miracle, turned to Johnny. "C'mon, Nny, let's talk. Just us."
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Psycho Doughboy insisted.
Johnny shrugged, and stabbed his knife through Psycho Doughboy's middle and into the floor so that he couldn't move. "Can't I?" Johnny asked with a glare.
"That's not very nice, Nny," Nailbunny advised.
"Whatever, it can't hurt him," Johnny pointed out, "And now he won't follow us."
"Even so..." Nailbunny hummed, doubtful.
"What did you want to talk about?" Johnny asked.
"Mostly, I wanted to defuse the situation."
"Oh."
"But I also want to talk to you about what you said, too," Nailbunny continued.
"About it being a beautiful night?" Johnny wondered, then sighed, "Yeah, cloudless; you can see all the stars."
"You know what I meant," Nailbunny sighed. When met with Johnny's blank stare, he added, "About being lonely."
"I said that I'm alone, not lonely."
Nailbunny's head cocked to the side, which was hard to notice considering he was just a head. "You like being alone?"
"Tch. Of course," Johnny confirmed, but he brought his hands up to his arms, rubbing them as if they were cold despite the fact that it was late Summer.
"You're lonely, Nny," Nailbunny insisted, "I think this could be a good moment to reflect."
"What do you want me to do?" Johnny asked, "Buy another rabbit, feed it once, and then nail it to the wall?"
Nailbunny flinched. "N-no."
"Then what? What am I supposed to do?"
Nailbunny paused. Johnny couldn't tell if it was just hesitation, or a general loss for words.
"When was the last time you didn't feel like killing someone?" he asked finally, "You even tried to kill that girl you liked. Why?"
Johnny was speechless. The question made him scowl with rage, and yet, he couldn't help but let it echo in his mind. When was the last time you didn't feel like killing someone? "I guess I don't remember," Johnny admitted, his voice more of a murmur than his intended growl. He cast his eyes downward. With a sigh, he added, "I already knew being alone was my fault. You didn't have to rub it in."
