P.I.E.: A Nymphic Faerietale

Chapter 3

It was a quiet drive back home. Toast had taken the wheel and promised not to run over any rabbits. Ghost was laying down on the cot in the back, resting. Stopping always left him pretty weak, that was why he tried to keep himself as injury-free as possible. Plus, Jimmy Casket was a constant threat. It was a lot to handle, but explaining immortality to Sarah and the Acachallas made him think about horrific experiences he had before he discovered the immortality or Jimmy Casket. There were things he had gone through that he should never have survived from: having a heart attack after being fused with Jimmy Casket, being strangled by a monster that looked like the Scream, being forcefully shoved into an animatronic bear suit, things like that.

Ghost sighed. The creepypasta outbreak was a month he would never forget, especially not the week-long night shift he had to endure. He said weird things that week, like, "Get away from me, you dirty bear!" Ghost shook his head to clear his mind of electronic screaming and an image that got burned into his head. Ghost had never been the same after that.

Suddenly, the van lurched and Ghost got thrown off the cot. He landed on his back and hit the back of his head on the floor of the vehicle. Toast and Sarah had definitely felt one of the tires pop. "Ow!" Ghost shouted in surprise.

Toast immediately pulled into the driveway to the house, parked the van, and hopped out to see what went wrong. He had seen things in the forest just off the property, but never expected something would actually attack them. Sarah went to check the wheel, while Toast went into the back to make sure Ghost was alright. Toast opened up the back of the vehicle and saw Ghost lying flat on his back. "Sir, are you alright?" Toast asked. "Yeah, just, a little phased, that's all." Ghost replied with a grunt. Toast helped him up as Sarah came to the opening. "Guys," she said, wide eyed. "I think you should see this."

The trio crowded over to the popped tire, and they all went silent. There was an arrow in the tire, straight, and perfectly aimed. The silence was broken by the sound of string being pulled back. "All of you, stay where you are," a voice from behind them said. Ghost turned to see who was talking, and saw a blonde, seventeen-year old girl holding a bow with the drawstring pulled back and an arrow held in place, aimed at Toast's head. Sarah screamed as she was knocked over and a sword was placed over her waist, blocking her escape. Toast put his hands up in surrender, but slowly, and looked at Ghost. Sir, we need to do something. Toast told him telepathically. Like I hadn't noticed! Ghost shot back. Ghost waited for a third weapon to come to him, but there wasn't one. He took a look at Sarah's captor, an eighteen-year old girl with pixie cut brown hair that spiked at the scalp. Ghost decided that he didn't need more violence that day.

"Explain yourselves," he commanded the girls, showing that he was the authority. "My name is Carlisle Spirit, and this is my friend, Mereda Poltergeist," the blonde explained. She had a slight accent that seemed like Toast's, but slightly different. "You seem to be the leader of this group," she turned her bow from Toast to Ghost. Ghost put his hands up as a sign of innocence. Ghost started to sweat. If he was put under more stress, Jimmy Casket would take Ghost's place, and he definitely didn't need that. "Tell me," Carlisle started. "Why are you on the border of the Dryad Forest?"

"Dryad Forest?" Ghost asked. He didn't know that the forest had some sort of meaning! Was it a mistake? Should he have known? What seemed a harmless decision could cost the lives of his friends! Sweat came in larger drops, and Ghost hoped Carlisle couldn't see it. These were signs of control loss. He was getting too nervous. He turned to Toast, who had a worried look on his face. He understood what was happening, and was hoping that the situation wouldn't get out of hand. "How could you not have noticed?"Carlisle shouted. "You've lived here almost a month! Have you not seen the shadows?" Ghost felt scratching in his head. Another sign of control loss. This was ridiculous! If Jimmy were to come out, wouldn't he have done it sooner? It was paining Ghost in every way. Then he felt it. He dropped to his knees, holding his head, groaning. Carlisle jumped back in surprise, lowering her bow. Mereda let Sarah go and Toast immediately rushed to Ghost's side, but by then it was too late. Ghost had lost control, and was screaming in mental agony, his voice phasing in and out of his own, and mixed with Jimmy Casket's.

"What did you do?!" Toast shouted at Carlisle. Carlisle was too phased to talk, Ghost could tell, but he could barely make anything out. He felt something snap in his mind, and everything went black.

Sarah ran over to him as he collapsed, but jumped back, screamed, and clung to Toast like a scared child. Ghost's hair color was changing, his skin growing pale. His blue hoodie flourished and transformed into a black tattered one. A red shirt showed underneath. Ghost wasn't there anymore. He snapped his head up and looked at them with wide, red eyes. Sarah whimpered, and held tighter to Toast, who then, instinctively held her in fear. Jimmy Casket stood up, slowly, and smiled, menacingly. Carlisle raised her bow again and shot at him. Lightning fast, Jimmy raised his hand and stopped the arrow before it reached his face, and snapped it with that one hand. Carlisle dropped her bow and gaped. Jimmy snickered and dropped the broken arrow. "You've got some skill in archery," he complimented in his "normal" high-pitched voice. "I'm impressed." Toast pulled Sarah off to the side as Jimmy approached Carlisle.

"Who are you?" Carlisle asked shakily. "My name is Jimmy Casket, or are you not afraid of me?" Jimmy replied. Despite how terrifying he was, he always seemed a little lost for words, which made him seem dumb, but he really wasn't. He was clever, sly, and tricky as a fox.

Jimmy pulled out his knife and pointed it at Carlisle, narrowing his eyes. "I'll shred you if you make a single movement," he told her. Whatever he said, he was sincere about it in high tension situations. He had the physical capability to tear a human being apart with his bare hands, which classified him as a Creepypasta. Mereda ran over to help, only to find a knife in her side. Blood welled from the wound, running onto the knife, and Jimmy licked his lips. He only did that for terror aspects. It wasn't like he was a vampire or anything. He pulled the knife from Mereda's side, letting her drop to her knees, retreated over to the rest of PIE, and put the knife away, without even wiping it off. Everyone thought it was gross, but Jimmy didn't mind. Why should he? It was his knife. Toast stared at him in disapproval, still holding Sarah to keep her calm. Jimmy was calm for once. No need to overreact.

"Don't you take control of him?" Carlisle asked in worry. "This can't be your leader!" Jimmy laughed at this. "I'm a completely different person than Ghost!" Jimmy snickered. "But that's my secret, so... I guess whoever knows who I am would know what comes next." "Oh, no you don't!" Toast blocked Jimmy off. "No deaths today!" Jimmy scowled. "You won't be around long, you two," Jimmy told the girls.

Toast scowled and nudged past Sarah. Jimmy turned to face him, only find that Toast had punched him in the face and knocked him out.