P.I.E. Operation: PARASITIC

XI: Sally Split her Tea Bags

AKA Sally loses it

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"So... " Ghost started, subtly staring around the room for an exit. "Why is this room so... pink?"

T-THAT'S YOUR ONLY SUBJECT OF CONV-ERSATION?! Jimmy mocked Johnny, cracking up. You're so darned PATHETIC!

Johnny tried reasoning with him before throwing insults. There isn't much to talk about with a kidnapper. Maybe that's why nobody ever speaks to you, eh, Jim?

You're speaking to me. Casket fired.

...Shut up.

"I love pink! It's one of my favorite colors! Or maybe... It is my favorite color." Sally picked her light pink cup off of the bright pink table both were sitting at. She gulped down the entire drink with bubbly enthusiasm.

Johnny eyed the door--so close, yet so far.

We'll stay until n-nightfall? Jimmy read Johnny's thoughts. I doubt the g-girl sleeps, Greg. Do-do you s-see how much sugar she's been t-taking in?

You're not changing my mind in the slightest, Casket. I'm doing what I choose to do, and that happens to be leaving when Sally... 'sleeps.' Ghost responded cooly.

"That door must be pretty intriguing, Johnny. You've been looking around that direction for a while." Sally smiled, her eyes glowing. "Do you yearn to get back?"

Johnny slammed his fist angrily on the pink table and flipped out (figuratively, unlike the stand), quickly losing his calm manner. "Of course I do!"

Sally somewhat drew her head back to avoid getting hit in the face. "And I want my friend back also waffles but I can't get that back, can I?" She pursed her lips.

Ghost sighed in shame. He knew he did nothing wrong, but he still felt bad.

Not s-sorry. Jimmy rudely interrupted his captive's regret.

Ignoring Jimmy, Johnny said, "I don't know what had gotten into me or what happened your friend, but I apologize nonetheless. All I remember is blacking out, then waking up by you... and there was a knife in my hand."

Sally shook her head. "You're just lucky I'm forgiving--I can't even prove that you killed her, in fact! But if you did... You're going to have to explain what happened to her parents, and perhaps you'll be brought to court and be proven guilty as you should!"

This is getting t-tiring! Casket faked a yawn.

I know. Whether you like it or not, I'm staying until the night; at least, then, my guilt will be mostly extracted. Just be patient, for goodness sake! "I understand, Sally, but... I don't know what happened to her, either..."

"Um, Johnny?" Sally seemed surprised at something.

"What--"

Oh, no, Ghost thought. He saw a trickle of blood run down his face and drip on the table.

From Sally's point of view, it looked like Johnny zoned out. She grabbed the teacup out of his hand before he spilled it.

With his eyelids still unfurled and a frown displayed on his open mouth, Ghost slumped in his small chair; the stool tipped backwards with the excess weight, and a few papers covered in scribbles came out of his pants pockets. His signature-but-blood-covered grey hoodie was still sitting in his lap.

Sally looked on with uncomfortable curiosity. "Johnny?" She repeated, walking over to feel for Ghost's heartbeat.

Johnny's eyes focused again, but they narrowed in anger. Wiping the raw blood off of his lips, he said, "Don't touch me."

In his own mind, Johnny could only see black and a white glow ahead of him that represented Sally. There were chain-like objects wrapped around his 'wrists.' He wasn't in control of his body.

He yelled, I told you to be patient! Let me go so I can leave peacefully; I do not want to physically be entangled in Sally's life any longer than today!

Jimmy did not answer.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Sally said.

"Don't..." Jimmy giggled sadistically before continuing. "Don't lay a finger on this body. It doesn't fully belong to Johnny, and I do not want anybody's grubby little hands near me." He laughed quietly from then until Sally finished speaking, as if he were being tickled.

"What are you talking about, dude? Did you, Johnny Ghost, Paranormal Investigator Extraordinaire, let one of the weak spirits floating around the house take control of your vocal chords? You always look so much stronger in the news..." Sally crossed her arms.

"Jimmy... Casket...!" The murderer spaced out his words for the girl to understand better.

"You're implying that I know who that is?" The 18 year-old raised an eyebrow.

Argh! Your stupid nickname caught on! Jimmy thought.

I know and I don't care. Let me go!

"My name is Jimmy Johnson." He scowled.

"You mean that old serial killer who disappeared years ago? That's stupid! I don't believe you. Stop messing with me, Johnny!" When Jimmy glared at her, she reconsidered. "What, so Johnny Ghost is actually secretly Jimmy Johnson?"

Casket groaned. "No, you idiot. I'm a ghost!"

"No, you are Ghost.

"I took over his body, fool!"

"When Johnny's partner finds you, you'll be toast!" Sally stated.

"I already was Toast, and I'm here now." Jimmy pointed out.

"Oh, so... you're suggesting that you are a parasite ghost that fills in for other people's alternate personalities and come as a voice in their head?"

Jimmy stared blankly at her.

"I've studied up on my paranormal entities, being that I technically live with them." She said matter-of-factly.

"...I don't have time for this!" The parasite pushed Sally out of the way to open the door, but the lock was jammed. Sally was expecting an escape.

"What...!" Jimmy reached for his knife, but it was left at their last location. He panicked and attempted to break open a hole in the door with his fists.

Ow! Johnny thought before Jimmy could attempt to caress his hands and sooth the injuries.

He looked behind him and found that Sally was standing farther away with an innocent smile on her face.

"What, are you looking for this?" She mockingly held out Jimmy's knife that was supposed to be with him.

He tried to quickly grab at it, but Sally was not messing around. She speedily unlocked her small room window, checked to make sure nobody was in the yard, and threw it out when the coast was clear. She mentally apologized to Johnny, but this most likely wasn't about him. "Try to leave now, Jimmy Johnson."

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Oo, suspense