Ghost x Toast (toastyghost) Oneshots!

Gritted Teeth

(SEQUEL TO LIES B/C I GOT AN IDEA LOOKING AT A COMMENT SO THANKS TO thegay_racoon123!)

Johnny Toast knew something was up with his boss. The injuries, the secrets...

That knife...

It all pointed to Ghost doing something sketchy.

Most of the time, Ghost returned in the morning, so Toast assumed obviously that he left at night. Toast set up camp on the living room couch, and documented anything strange. He felt drowsy very quickly, and went to brew some tea. He sat back onto the couch, and finished his tea. 

Soon, however, just before he was about to give up and go to bed, he heard a noise. He hid under the table, keeping hidden by the silk cloth draped over it. He checked his watch. It was about 2:00 AM. His heart skipped a beat as he heard a door cautiously creaking open. He peeked out of the tablecloth just in time to see Ghost. His back was turned to Toast, and in his hand, he held the same butcher knife Toast took away from him. How did he get that, Toast wondered?

Ghost opened the door and closed it stealthily behind him. When Toast decided the coast was clear, he shuffled out from underneath the table, grabbed a camera, and Walked carefully to the window. He looked outside, to see Ghost strolling down the street, and out of sight. He went outside on the porch and, staying hidden, followed Ghost in his walk. 

Ghost stopped, spotting a Night jogger not far away. Toast, at the time, was carefully secluded in some nearby shrubbery. He watched as Ghost walked up to the jogger, and started talking. She stopped, to reply. Toast could only catch small bits of the conversation.

"Hello!...Locked out...Landlord...Spare key?"

"I think...over...does that...?"

"Yes, and...me...second?"

"Sure"

Ghost led the woman to the other side of a nearby fence, and suddenly, muffled murmurs filled the air with dread. Toast was about to up and scope out the scene closer, but then...

A butcher knife with crimson liquid, looking almost oil black in this light, made a cacophonous noise as in penetrated the wooden fence, and whatever part of the woman was presently pinned to it.

Toast froze, unable to move as Ghost walked out with the woman's body. His jacket was stained in blood, his skin looked tanner than usual, and his eyes here a foul crimson red. His teeth were comically pointed, and his smile was long and thing, a Cheshire worthy expression that stretched ear to ear. He dumbed it in a trash can, and lit a fire. He took out the pinkish red stained rag, beginning to wipe the blood. His voice was high pitched and rascally, with a twisted, almost overjoyed tone to it.

"Man, this one was a lot less of a hassle then some others! Usually they fight back..."

After cleaning the crime scene fully, he wrapped the knife back up in the rag, and stuffed in all neatly in his inner-jacket pocket. Ghost-no, that serial killer-was so nearly looking in toast direction. Toast reached for his camera, and snapped a picture. He looked down at it, to see crimson orbs focus intently on the camera. In fear, he looked up, seeing that monster running at him full sprint. 

Toast ran out of the bushes, camera held tightly in hand and he ran back to the house. He figured that he had lost whatever was chasing him.

He hid the camera in his room, in a compartment in the underside of hisbed.

He was living with a serial killer. A monster.

But he knew Ghost wasn't it.

Ghost was a kindhearted person, funny, righteous even-there's no way what was chasing toast just now could be Ghost.

"Don't worry ghost," he murmured, "I'll find a way to fix you..."

(A week later)

Ghost entered the living room.Toast looked Up, his face deepening with worry and fear at the red marks all over Ghost's face.

Ghost startedan excuse; "I was having an early morning stroll, and I ran into a cat an-"

"No." Toast said before he could stop himself.

Ghost's eyes widened in shock. "...No what?"

Toast thought fora moment, before sighing. "Come here, Ghost. We need to talk."

(I will 100% finish this tomorrow promise it'll be the lastpart of this lil miniseries

Anywhoooo

KEEP SAILING CREW!

~Shippy

Also, kudos to second mate foxyisaalonepirate for sailing along! I think imma do shoutouts now o3o)

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