The P.I.E Rises (Venturiantale)

Chapter 11: Zephyr

"Well," Jordan announced, "Thanks to you guys, we're in the dimension we belong in! Now that that's over with ...see you around, I guess?" Toast nodded.

"But first we should probably get this tornado out of this dimension," he replied. Ghost tapped his chin in thought.

"Toast, how do you think we do that?", he asked.

"I have no idea, sir."

"Is the tornado... attracted to anything, by chance?"
"Uhhh.... It seems to follow the Fryes around a lot..."

"Wait a minute...I got it!"

"What, sir?", Toast was eager to hear his partner's idea.

"I think I know why this tornado is here!", Ghost said, his eyes twinkling like it was Christmas. Ghost did enjoy solving things. And, by golly, he had it! His brain was whirling like the tornado, full of ideas.

"What if...", he started, "What if someone wants to destroy this... um.... Venturiantale, or whatever it's called?"

"What, sir?!", Toast hadn't expected to hear that.

"Maybe that's why the tornado hasn't died down!", Ghost continued, enthusiastically, "It's like an executioner! I bet that's also why it came specifically to Little Butts N. C. Remember how Jordan said that's where most of their gmod videos take place?"

"Oh, I do, sir!", Toast was getting excited too, "That's also why it seems to be following characters like us!" Suddenly, his face darkened, as if he was a dog, and his owner had left him.

"So... does that mean... that by letting it into another dimension, we helped it begin terrorizing the other worlds of Venturiantale?", he said slowly. Suddenly, both men knew what had happened. They looked at each other, both understanding one another. This was not good, whatever it was. Ghost smiled a little, after a few seconds.

"Don't worry, Toaster," he said, slyly, "I have the perfect plan."

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"Ok, Toast! Let 'er rip!", came a cry from Johnny Ghost. Toast started his grandmother's pink car. The investigators, as well as William Barricade, had used themselves as bait, luring the twister into another dimension via Jordan's computer. The dark shape, while looming and gigantic in the gmod worlds, was about the size of a kitten in real life. And it was almost harmless. Almost. Just three times that day, Ghost had been spun around so fast that he became very dizzy, and ran into furniture. By the time they had gotten safely into their own dimension, he was covered in fat bruises. Now, he was strapped to a simple kitchen chair, which was tied with rope to the back of the pink vehicle. Toast began speeding, going much faster than he had with the junker car. Meanwhile, William stood by, watching the scene from an overhead rock ledge. Ghost gritted his teeth as the tension of the rope jerked his chair.

"Wahoo!", Toast cried into the open air, as the car's speed grew ever faster. Ghost, ignoring the irritation and discomfort of being in the chair, cast his eyes around the open field they were in. He spotted the tornado, dark and intimidating.

"Ok, Johnny, prepare for stage one!", Ghost door into his mouthpiece, as even yelling could not be heard over the noise.

"Right, sir," came the reply. Toast began to circle the tornado, going even faster.

"So far- tsk- the plan is- tsk- working- tsk- over," William reported. The tornado could not follow the investigators as easily if the car was turning too much. It stayed, roughly in place, making it a much easier target for Ghost. Yes, he was going to shoot it. But he was shooting it with a special device, designed by Toast in the lab, that would bring down very strong paranormal entities.. Now that they were prepared with their gear, they could finally bring down this storm. Ghost raised his weapon, trying to get a good aim. He waited for the perfect moment. If Ghost had been in the car with Toast, he would've had to shoot the device over his partner's head, while having to constantly change his position. Back here, in his chair, he could focus on his aim, without accidentally hitting Toast. He shot once. It barely missed his target. Ghost swore, as he reloaded the weapon.