The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket

Chapter 8: Arguments and Explanations

This portal was the strangest rift P.I.E had ever gone through. Johnny Ghost came out of the portal, twirling and disoriented. Luckily, Ghost had an iron stomach. He had to get one after what Casket had put him through. As soon as he got his grip, Johnny Toast fell out of the portal and on top of him, causing each of them to plant onto the ground. Ghost brushed off the dirt and looked at his partner. He let out a little whelp. What he saw nearly made him jump out of his skin. While Toast was slightly alarmed by this sight of his boss, he was more concerned by Ghost's reaction to him. "What, sir?" Johnny Ghost couldn't say a word. He simply pointed. When Toast looked down, he was even more terrified than his boss. Or, should I say, she was even more terrified than her boss? He had the same apparel in Gmod, as did Ghost, but, the anatomy was all wrong. Toast had ... girl stuff. He was female.
When Ghost got over the shock, he broke into laughter, "I knew there was a possibility for 'side effects' but, I didn't realize a gender-bend was one of them." The investigator doubled over from laughing.

Toast's face was a bright red as she tried to figure out what the heck she looked like. She ran up to Johnny and grabbed his bag, "Sir, give me this." Toast voice was slightly higher and feminine.

"Hey, that's mine!" Ghost cried, still cackling. Ignoring him, Toast found a hand mirror. He had long brown hair in a ponytail and brown eyes with glasses. She began to admire herself once she got a better look at her appearance. In her opinion, she looked nice.

Then, Toast had an idea, "You think I look strange?" Ghost's laughing stopped immediately. Oh god, what did he look like? "Then take look at this fella!" The second Toast flipped the mirror towards his boss, Ghost freaked out. He blocked his view of the mirror. He, then, eased up a bit and looked. Ghost looked different but, it wasn't as bad as he imagined in his head. If anything, he looked pretty good. Nice hair, good jawline. 

Ghost flexed a bit in the mirror. Then, he realized something else. "Oh my gosh..."

"What, sir?" Toast asked in concern.

Ghost pretended to be surprised. "I'm taller than you! Yes! Finally!"

Toast groaned. She saw it too, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope!" Ghost cheered, "It's about freaking time!"

Toast crossed her arms and looked around a bit, "Huh. The Acachalla Family isn't with us." This wasn't shocking. The Acachallas jumped in at a different time, meaning they'd show up in a different location. Basic dimension knowledge. What was surprising was where they were. In front of them was none other than the Frye home. Neither of them had ever seen the home of their creators but, their instincts told them this was it. 

"Son of the creators," the younger one chuckled, "Looks like we got pretty lucky."

"No kidding, sir," the Britt agreed, "Out of all the places we could've ended up..." She lifted her hand to a fist bump with her partner.

Ghost took it and began to head to the front door. "Come on, let's talk to Venturiantale, Joanny Toast."

"Sir, don't call me that." Toast growled.

"Whatever you say, ma'am."

"Seriously, sir, stop it."

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Isaac, Cierra, and Bethany never had any idea how these fights started but, they always came to HomelessGoomba saying, "How can you be okay with what Jordan did to you?"

"Because it wasn't him," Bethany would counter, "I mean, it was him but, it wasn't. It was-,"

"'His eyes. They were red'. I know, I know. You've said that a thousand times and I still don't believe you."