Disclaimers: JtHM is property of the great Jhonen Vasquez.
Authors Notes: Just an idea that came to me one day. I fell in love with it, and decided it had to be done. There are a few things I've added in and/or tweaked, but overall, it's the same thing as when I first came up with it. May or may not be continued.
"Goodnight Squeegee!" Johnny said to the small boy, pulling his body through the window as he looked over at the mildly terrified boy.
"G-goodnight, Mr. Johnny..." Johnny laughed, then shook his head.
"You know I never sleep, little Squeegee." And with that, he dropped down to the half-dead grass below, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked calmly back over to his own house, whistling Ode to Joy as he walked. Today had been good - nobody had been rude to him. Nobody had flared up his anger and made him kill them. After all, with the Wall Monster gone, taking people home and draining them of blood or torturing them was getting to be a bad and very unnecessary habit.
He ghosted silently into his home, getting mildly irritated at the condensation that had built up on his stairs - a wooden roof did not block out water at all, and it had been raining earlier. Most of what he owned was soaked again. Thankfully, though, all the important stuff was downstairs.
"-out, you bastard, let me out! I didn't do anything!" Johnny blinked, then giggled. That was right, he'd brought a guy home yesterday. He hadn't been in the mood to torture him then, and had forgotten about him today. He still didn't feel like inflicting any sort of wound to the man - maybe he'd let him go? No, Johnny thought. That would be too easy. The man wouldn't learn anything, then. Wouldn't learn a thing about manners. The man had bumped into him; made him drop the brainfreezy he'd not sipped even once. And then just continued on his way, didn't even apologize!
"The nerve of some people..." The maniac muttered. After knocking the man out and taking him home, he'd forgotten about how he'd planned on buying a second freezy with the mans money. So instead, he'd decided on visiting Squee. After all, the boy hadn't seen him in nearly a week! He'd deserved a visit.
Johnny was torn from his thoughts by more yelling from his captive down below.
"You fuck! So I bumped into you, is that reason to kill me? Lots of dudes bump into other dudes! It's harmless!" Johnny bristled, and began storming down the stairs, yelling at the man as he went.
"You made me drop my only freezy before I could drink any of it! I only have so much I can truly enjoy, you know, and in case you haven't already guessed by the state of my home, only so much money to enjoy those things with! So, I shall make you feel exactly what I felt when you-" But not used to the wet of the stairs, he miss-stepped, and fell, tumbling down and cracking his head off the hard cement walls of his basement. His vision went black, and the mans laughter was the last thing he heard before he was taken completely by the darkness.
...What on earth?
What was beeping? He didn't own anything that beeped. Well, nothing that beeped without being activated first. And he kept those very far down in his basement. He may have killed people with bombs before, but he certainly didn't want to blow his entire street off the face of the earth. Then he wouldn't be able to visit Squeegee anymore.
Okay, now it was getting irritating. What was going on? Slowly, he cracked open his eyes, noting that it took more energy than normal - it felt like he hadn't opened his eyes in... forever! Turning his attention to his surroundings, Johnny stifled a cough. He was in a very, very white room. He knew this shade of white, and the choking, too-clean scent that covered everything around him.
He was in a hospital.
Using the muscles that felt like they'd not moved in years, Johnny forced himself to sit upright, aware that the beeping (that was starting to really get on his nerves) had speed up just slightly in response to his movement.
"Who brought me here?" He asked nobody. Or at least, that was what he wanted to say. What came out was a dry and forced-out 'who' and a series of coughs that sounded as though he'd inhaled a little too much dust. The noise, however, brought a group of nurses running into his room. They all attempted to make physical contact with him at the same time, asking him things that he blocked out as he pushed them all away, forcing a command through his strangely underused-feeling throat.
"Stop touching me!" The nurses obeyed, and as Johnny coughed loudly, paying for his yell, one of them walked forward.
"When did you wake up?" She sounded amazed, and very happy. Johnny shrugged, pulling away from the women as best he could.
"Minutes-" Another cough. "Minutes ago.." The nurse smiled, and Johnny could see similar expressions on the others.
"This is amazing, we've got to inform Doctor Callahan of this." The woman turned to her colleagues. "I'll stay with him." The nurses all left, save the one who'd spoken. Johnny stared at her, swallowing a bit before speaking again.
"What's going on here?" The nurse turned back to him, smiling.
"Right, you must be very confused right now. I'm Doctor Macey - You've been in a coma for the past three years." Johnny let out a hard breath, staring blankly. A coma?
"W-what is the date?" The nurse thought for a moment.
"June fifth, 1999." (1) Johnny gasped gently.
"But... it was June fifth... yesterday!"
(1) - I think this is about the time the comic was published, if not a year or two after it was finished.
Yeah... Coma!Johnny. Everything was a lie, m'boy! Every last fragment!