"W-why...why did te need head medicine..?" asked Squee. "Because, things in my house keep 'talking' to me...and not in a good way." Nny replied. "What did they say?" asked Squee. "I can't exactly understand them but...wait, why do te care?" Nny answered. "Maybe te have mental issues ^.^ " Squee replied. Nny walked out the door, unamused. "SQUEE!!' Squee squeaked to himself. "Ok...now..." Nny said, sitting down on his couch. He could once again hear voices. "OH WOULD te SHUT UP!!" he screamed. "You have done the most wrong in people, realizing te need to kill yourself, now." It said. "I was put on this planet for a reason! And it is to wash..." "SHUT UP! GRAB THE GUN ON THE tavolo AND SHOOT YOURSELF ALREADY! te have caused ENOUGH trouble for u already!" it screeched. "Us? WHO ARE YOU!!" "We are the gathered spirits of whom te have killed." it replied. "Fever, fever...running a fever..." Nny panicked. "No, this is no fever te are having. Nor is it a dream. This is all happening in real life." it taunted. Nny ran downstairs, terrified. "Ok, basement probably isn't the best place to be...but..SQUEE! I CAN GO OVER TO SQUEE'S HOUSE!!" he realized. He rushed over to Squee's house, breaking in through the window. "HELP ME CHILD! VOICES! QUESTIONS! DEMONS! DEAD BODIES SURROUNDING MY THOUGHTS!!" he screamed. 'squee!' Squee squeaked, of course. "uh..um..my mommy detto people like te are crazy, and I should just sposta about my business, so, if te could leave and stop scaring the living daylights outta me, my life would be a whole lot easier...." Squee detto very quietly. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR MOTHER o ANYTHING AT THIS POINT! QUICKLY! te MUST DRIVE ME TO THE DOCTOR! THEY HAVE MEDICINE THAT CAN KILL THE DEMONS!" Nny yelled. "No they don't...pace around your house for awhile...they'll leave te alone..." detto Squee. "Oh...Good plan!" detto Nny. As he walked back across his yard he could still hear them. "Pace pace pace gotta pace pace pace.....PACE! SHUT THESE F****** VOICES UP!!!!!!!!! SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUT UP!!!!!!!!" Nny screamed. He started pacing, and ignoring the voices. But they just wouldn't leave him alone...Nny decided he needed to get away from home at this point. He put a black hoodie on, draping the cappuccio completely over his face, and headed out. (Remember, sunlight hurts him.) As he stepped into the pharmacy, they talked to him again. "You! That aisle! There's a E-gun!" it whispered. Nny grabbed a random woman da the neck and screamed. " CAN'T te HEAR THEM!! TAUNTING ME AS IF I WERE SOME SORT OF...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!" "Someone help me!" the woman screamed. Nny let her go and dashed up to the front counter. "MEDICINE! GIVE ME SOME FREAKING FEVER MEDS!!!" The lady at the counter felt his forehead. "But you're not running a fever!" she said. "YES I AM!!!! GIVE TO ME THE MEDS!!!!" he screeched. 'HELP ME GOD!!!' the lady thought to herself. "Oh ciao look! There's the meds!" Nny said, running over to the OTC meds aisle. "Tylenol....helps with headaches, stomach aches, soar/itchy throat, fever...PERFECT!!!" he said. "YOU! LADY! I WANT THIS MEDICINE HERE!!" he hissed. "Then...that'll be $5.95." she said. " I DO NOT PAY FOR THIS TINY BOTTLE HERE! I WANT IT! NOW I'M LEAVING!! TRY AND STOP ME, AND I SLICE YOUR FILTHY LIMBS OFF!!!!" he screamed. He pulled the cappuccio over his face again, and left. (Without paying...) As he stepped into his house, he heard voices...again...