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Hunger was one of those annoying, unavoidable things about being a human.
Even though Johnny C. was pretty confident that he could survive on sheer force of will if he had to, living hungry was uncomfortable, and while there were plenty of sacrifices Nny was willing to make for the sake of becoming a feelingless, empty husk, hunger (at this time at least) was just a pointless preventable discomfort.
And so he took to the kitchen.
To say that Nny’s kitchen was barren was an understatement. His fridge contained exactly four items: a carton of milk that expired a month ago (why did he even buy that? he’s lactose intolerant), a tupperware full of something unidentifiable (he really didn’t want to know what was in it), a jar of pickles (great for snacking!), and a single cucumber. His pantry wasn’t much better; all he had there were some cans of tuna (also expired, he accidentally bought them in oil instead of in water and refused to touch them), a bag of chips (only the crumbs were left), and three cans of spaghettio-s. There was also the matter of his lack of tableware. And proper cutlery. He had the basics: ice cream scoop, pizza cutter, a fork, and of course, knives. Lots and lots of knives. Nny was like a magpie when it came to those things. Any time a new knife caught his eye, he just had to have it. Whether it was the design of the handle, the curve of the blade, or the way it caught the light, something about them just drew him in. Of course he didn’t need it. He knew that. His set of kitchen knives could get the job done just fine. Hell, he could probably do his job with a spoon if he had to (actually, that’s not too bad of an idea… maybe that ice cream scoop would come in handy? FUCK that’s why he bought it! damned memory problems…).
That’s not the point, though. The point is, Johnny’s living space was absolutely abhorrent, and he had nothing to put his fucking spaghetti-o’s in and the screams from the basement were getting loud enough to be annoying. Fuck he didn’t have time for this, he had things to do! People to kill! Walls to paint! Well, one wall. Regardless, he was a busy man.
Nny grabbed a can and a knife and headed down the stairs. While he walked, he worked the blade of the knife around the edge of the can, cutting the top off with a horrible screeching noise. He really should just invest in a can opener. Once the top was hanging on by just a shred of metal, he ripped it off with his teeth and gulped the pasta down. A glob of sauce missed his mouth and landed on the stairs with a plop.
“God… DAMMIT!” he screamed.
“Are you gonna pick that up?” a high, croaky voice asked him.
Fuck, on top of this, he had to deal with a stupid disembodied rabbit corpse following him around, squeaking out useless suggestions. Well, not useless, he supposed. He just didn’t want to hear it.
Nny glared at the floating head. “Fuck off, Nailbunny. I’m not in the mood today.”
“You’re never in the mood, Nny.”
“And why do I have to be, huh? Who am I trying to impress? Because it isn’t you, it isn’t the doughboys, and it sure as hell isn’t the people down in the basement.”
The rabbit pouted. “Alright, I see how it is… but what about that little kid, huh? What’s his name… Tom? Todd?”
“Squee?”
“Yeah, him. Don’t you want to be a good example for him?”
“If Squeegee is looking to me for an example of anything other than what not to do, he’s already too fucked to be helped.”
“Aw, come on, don’t say that! You have plenty of good qualities.”
“Like?”
“Well… uh…” the rabbit faltered. “You’re very polite.”
“I kill people, Nailbunny,” he deadpanned.
“Well, when you’re not killing people, you’re always very nice. Even when you are killing people you can be polite.”
“Like hell I am! Name one time I’ve ever been nice to someone I killed.”
“There was that one guy… Almost a year ago, remember? You two had a nice chat right before you killed him. Very enlightening. I could see you being friends with him if things had gone differently.”
“Yeah, if things went differently. Which they didn’t. Now are you going to let me clean up my mess or what?”
Nailbunny said nothing and drifted away in response.
Nny sighed. Conversations with his head-voice-entity-things were always exhausting. Why were they so adamant on him questioning everything about his existence? Why did every conversation have to be deep and thought provoking? Was it not enough to simply chat about the weather? Or how ironic the death he planned for his latest victim was? Honestly, he put so much thought into the way he killed and there wasn’t even anyone around to appreciate it. But then again, he might just be talking to himself, and if that was the case, he didn’t even want to think about what subconsciously psychoanalyzing himself meant for his already nearly non-existent mental health.
“Nobody fucking helps me in this house,” he grumbled as he retrieved the cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink.
Returning to the scene of the mess, Johnny realized just how small the glob of tomato sauce was. He had gotten his heavy duty stuff (yellow gloves instead of his usual black ones, a mop, and some windex) out for nothing. “I guess I’ll just…” He paused, dragging his hand down his face in exhausted frustration. “...get a towel then.” As he turned to slink back up the stairs, the steel toe of his boot caught on one of the steps, sending him tumbling down into the basement.
Johnny C. landed in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, his mop and cleaning supplies scattered around him. He groaned, annoyed at the unexpected turn of events. As he struggled to get up, he heard a soft, timid voice from the corner of the basement.
The source of the disembodied voice stepped into the dim light, revealing a young boy with wide, fearful eyes. It was none other than Squee, the kid from the neighborhood who always seemed to cross paths with Johnny in the most unfortunate situations.
"Uh, hi, Mr. Nny. Are you okay?"
Johnny C. scowled, attempting to save face despite the embarrassment of his fall. "Of course, I'm fine. Just testing the structural integrity of the stairs, you know, for safety reasons. How did you get down here, anyways?”
Squee looked skeptical but didn't press the issue, instead fidgeting nervously with his fingers. "I-I heard noises, and I thought it was safer down here. But then you fell, and I didn't know what to do." He hesitated before asking, "Um, why were you screaming and making a mess upstairs?"
Johnny sighed, realizing that the evidence of his spaghetti-o mishap was still splattered on the stairs. "Just hungry, Squee. And those damn voices in my head won't leave me alone."
Squee furrowed his brow, clearly concerned. "Voices? Like, in your head?"
Johnny waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Just annoying chatter. Happens all the time."
As Johnny started to gather his cleaning supplies, Squee tentatively approached. "I... I could help you clean up. If you want."
Johnny blinked, genuinely surprised by the offer. He was used to people running away from him or, at the very least, avoiding any involvement with his chaotic life. Squee, on the other hand, seemed genuinely willing to assist.
"Well, kid, you might regret saying that, but sure. Why not? Just don't get any blood on you," Johnny replied with a smirk.
Squee hesitated for a moment before nodding nervously. Together, they began to clean up the mess on the stairs, and Johnny couldn't help but notice the mixture of fear and curiosity in Squee's eyes.
As they worked, Nailbunny floated into view, watching the unlikely duo with a bemused expression. "Looks like you found a cleaning buddy, Nny."
Johnny shot a glare at the floating rabbit head. "Shut up, Nailbunny. It's just a one-time thing. I don't need help from anyone."
But deep down, as he glanced at the timid yet determined Squee, Johnny C. couldn't deny that maybe, just maybe, having someone around wasn't the worst thing in the world.
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"I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now...But I can't help but look forward to where it's going. JV."
#johnny the homicidal maniac#johnny the homicidal maniac fanart#jthm#jthm fanart#jthm squee#jthm nny#nny and squee#jhonen vasquez#myart#fanatics
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Johnny gives his nickname out to people he either feels a connection or has grown at the very least an understanding with, like Devi or that one guy (I can’t remember his name I’m sorry)
Yet he gave his nickname to Squee with no hesitation. In his first sentence.
what I’m trying to get at is that they are estranged brothers by choice
#johnny the homicidal maniac#Todd ‘squee’ Casil#nny#jthm#Nny and Squee#jhonen vasquez#Hee. ‘Squeegee’
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bugs when you lift up a rock
#johnny c#johnny the homicidal maniac#nny#jthm nny#jthm#jhonen vasquez#jthm tess#jthm devi#jthm squee#2000s mall goth#hot topic
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tgis would totally happn
#jthm#jthm nny#johnny the homicidal maniac#jthm squee#squee#jhonen vasquez#invader zim#johnny c#my art
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my current and updated collection of jhonen vasquez comics and memorabilia!
-jthm the directors cut 24th printing (may 2007)
-jthm issue #1 ~a general sense of contempt~ 14th printing (march 2002)
-jthm issue #2 ~human relations~ 10th printing (february 2002)
-jthm issue #3 ~a transient smile~ 8th printing (february 2002)
-jthm issue #4 ~another tiresome descent~ 9th printing (december 2001)
-jthm issue #7 ~in control of a broken machine~ 9th printing (may 2002)
-squee! issue #1 ~when i was little~ 1st printing (april 1997)
-squee! issue #2 ~remember~ 1st printing (september 1997)
-squee! issue #3 ~villains~ 1st printing (november 1997)
-squee! issue #4 ~the super amazing final issue~ 1st printing (may 1998)
-original squee! shirt from the back of the book catalogs
-i feel sick issue #1 ?th printing (november 2011)
-i feel sick issue #2 ?th printing (??? 2011)
-filler bunny #1 january 2000
-filler bunny #2 february 2001
-filler bunny #3 2005???
-jthm snippet from 1997 1st issue of carpe noctem
-jthm cosplay that i made myself :)
-anne gwish tshirt that i made because i only ever found ONE listing for the original and it was bought already :,,(
all of my individual issues of johnny the homicidal maniac came organically to me as i work at a comic book shop and people have sold collections to the owner and he gave me the issues for free!! (he used them temporarily as fly swatters because anything that isnt first printing is worthless)
i also have a small collection of lenore the cute little dead girl if any one is interested. my love for jthm was blossomed from the love i had of lenore when i was young. i grew up with my dad at the comic book store he worked at (the same one i work at now!) and he would buy me the individual issues and hardcover lenore books as they came out. i had to have been 6 or 7 which i probably shouldnt have been reading bloody comics full of profanity but FUCK IT! they changed my life and the more i learned about roman dirge, the more i learned about jhonen vasquez with jthm and aaron alexovich with serenity rose (honorable mention jim mahfood). they inspired me to create my own comic that has helped me to cope with a lot of emotions and personal trauma over this past couple years.
#johnny the homicidal maniac#jthm squee#jthm fandom#jthm#jthm art#jthm nny#jthm devi#jthm fanart#jthm johnny#jhonen vasquez#invader zim#squee!#anne gwish#jthm comics#slave labor graphics#carpe noctem
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Age swap au real⁉️
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making friends is hard
also follow my insta @ickachris (please.)
pls give this attention I’m so lonely and I worked so hard on it
#my art#jthm#jhonen vasquez#invader zim#jthm nny#jthm fanart#jthm art#fan comic#vent art#ickachris#nny#johnny the homicidal maniac#nny headcanons#devnny#jthm squee#squee#maniacjohnny#cthm
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biggest challenge trying to format this doodle garbahe so its not ugly
i hated the i feel sick comic devi deserved a way better spin off and tenna was annoying
#johnny c#jthm#johnny the homicidal maniac#jthm nny#devi d#jthm devi#jthm tenna#i feel sick comic#squee#jthm squee#jthm art#my art
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it was funnier in my head
also do religion teachers exist outside italy's school system??
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gn
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Day 7 Blood
I was reminded of the time Nny accompanied Edgar to the mall in search of a trench coat. They met Squee there. Nny got distracted and killed a guy who tried to sneak the young boy away. He never did get that coat.
#vargas#jthm#nny#zarla#visceral moments in vargas#forever burned into Edgar and Squee's minds#vargastober#vargastober2023#cw blood#cw gratuitous violence
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squee appreciation post
#jthm#nny#jthm nny#jthm squee#johnny c#jhonen vasquez#johnny the homicidal maniac#2000s mall goth#mall goth
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some goofy art+ panel coloring!!! oh Johnny c I could never hate you
#jthm#my art#jhonen vasquez#johnny c#johnny the homicidal maniac#jthm nny#squee#nny#jthm mmy#jthm devi#i feel sick
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