Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ I scream, you scream, we all scream "FORK!" ( Chapter 18 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by Q
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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 18~ I scream, you scream, we all scream "FORK!"

The ice cream boy, boy because real men do not mess there pants,
shivered on the cold metal chair. Hotaru held a long, sharp, pointy,
gleaming blade in her delicately gloved hands, staring insanely at
the zity,poop-y teen.

"Wh...what is this place?!" His eyes were wide as they whirled to
look around the brittle room. The floorboards were held in place
beneath their feet by rusted screws and tarnished nails. The wood
plank walls were all but bare, save for blood spatters and crusts of
end trails painted haphazardly against them. The door was closed, the
girl in front of it.

Mr Frozen Milk Machine then regarded the girl with his beedy eyes.
She was dressed in an odd bodysuit which was accented with a pleated
skirt, and bows. Her white, shimmering gloves were caked with fresh,
as well as crusted blood. The blade however, was prestine, save for
the red handprint her palm left on the grip. The Ice Cream Man
surmised that this was, then, a new blade, and until now, unused.

"L-..Look, lady.I didn't mean what I said about him being a fag,
clearly he's not a fag if you're his girlfriend. He-..He's a very
lucky man to have a girl as lovely as you. Like an angel, really. And
he- He's a very handsom man. All the sun, and the 'POP! Goes the
weasel!' makes me a bit nuts, and I don't think stright. Would you? I
mean all the time 'POP! goes the weasel!'-....er....you..look like
you understand..."
No, no, keep talking. Maybe he could talk her out of killing him.
"He must love you. Did he get that ice cream taco for you? was it a
token of love? h- how sweet! Look, I'll let you have it for free!
I'll give you and your boyfriend all the ice cream you want!"

Hotaru slowly blinked, her vacant eyes glancing at the Ice Cream man
down, then up, a dead expression on her face.

"You...are the first."

"The....first?"

"The first of what I aim to be many. Let that knowledge make you feel
all warm and sugary inside." The young sailor suited girl tossed the
knife up in her left hand, catching it in her right. A glint found
its way on the blade's surface. Light from the still open front door.
A cruel smile sliced a path across Hotaru's face as she swiped the
blade across the boys' midriff. He was blinded by the glint, vision
filled with silver white. Senses burned with agony as he felt a
sudden lightening in his middle. A squish/thud sound echoed in his
ears and blood spattered on his uniform pant legs. In his pain, he
was unaware that he had fallen against a wall, which supported him
on his feet. Hotaru's dark violet eyes flickered down to the floor,
which was now ornamented with her victims intestines. The long,
pinkish red tubing stretched lazily from his middle, where its end
dissapeared into the well of a large cavity in his lower torso.

With ever stoic eyes on the mass of flesh at her feet, Hotaru's
dainty nostrils widened as she inhaled the fragrance of the spilled
blood. An exhale rasped from her open mouth, and she raised a hand.
She gently trapped the middle tip of her blood drenched glove between
her perfect teeth, and slowly pulled her hand from the glove. Her
delicate hand was stained red, as if she had a cruel sunburn, but the
flesh was no less soft then usual. Slowly she knelt upon her still
bleeding knee, and touched her fingertips to the lengthy organ. The
senshi of Death and rebirth meditated on the wet, warm, slimy texture
of the intestine, taking note of the rivulets of blood, of the input,
and locking it away in her mind. Her icy grin shrank into a small,
pleasent smile as she suddenly gripped his stomach. He screamed out
as Hotaru cut into the organ, reaching in with her gloved hand and
scooping out a small supply of the acidic fluids within. A simple,
girlish giggle emmited from her smiling lips as she pulled her hand
from the wet, fleshy sack, glancing at the acid in her palm ,before
she tossed the contents from her hand, to the Ice cream Man's eyes.

Johnny C. exited the ice cream truck with his holy Ice cream taco,
chewing on a garbled mass of waffer and really cold milk, punctured
by stiff chocolate and synthetic nuts. He blinked as he heard screams
in his house. Curse! He left the door open. Witnesses were bad. No
matter, it's not like he could get caught. He's tried.
Another scream from his house made him tilt his head to the side, but
all the same, 'Nny did not hurry his pace.

When the thin young man finally crested the stoop and entered the
main room, he arched a brow at the sight. The Ice cream man was
slumped against the East-most wall, legs barely supporting his
weight, (which 'Nny gathered, must be considerably lighter then
before, considering his endtrails were sculpted in a nice "Close
Encounters of the Third Kind" hill like so many mashed potatos before
it.) and his eyes were red and swollen, as if hyper-irritated. He
observed that Hotaru merely crouched at the pile of guts, licking at
her uncovered hand, which was bloody, and had the slight sheen of
mucus.

"A girl after my own heart." Johnny quipped darkly, before shutting
the door, detatching them to the outside world.