Short P.I.E Stories

Toast, Meet Jimmy

Ghost's P.O.V

I shifted uncomfortably under Mr. Toast's gaze. "Umm, well, it all started about three years ago with a nightmare-" I was cut off.

"Why don't we go to my office? This sounds like a long story,"Mr. Toast said gently, "I'd rather not be standing the whole time." He smiled warmly.

"Okay," I said politely, not wanting to offend. I followed him to his office and gasped, it was amazing!

The walls were a deep shade of brown and the desk in the middle of the room was made of a slightly lighter wood, oak maybe? I don't know. But that wasn't the impressive part!

The wall on my left was lined with bookshelves, full of books about the paranormal. The right side of the room had three small tables, the middle one displaying a globe covered in small pins of many different colours. The others displayed ghost hunting equipment. The back wall had a degree in ghost hunting surrounded by family pictures and newspaper cutouts.

"Close your mouth Ghostie, you'll catch flies!" Jimmy mocked me in my head. I quickly shut my mouth to make him stop, which only caused him to laugh.

Mr. Toast chuckled lightly, bringing me out of a daze, "I see you like my office, it's not as nice as the one back in Britain, but it does the job!"

I looked at him, confused. His other office was better? I wish I could see it! He sat in a spinny chair covered in black leather. "Now, why don't you tell me about your problem Mr. Ghost?"

I took a deep breath and told him everything, with Jimmy laughing the whole time.

Toast's P.O.V

I stood at the door to my father's office, listening to the kid's story. I couldn't believe it, not only is this kid a loner, he's an insane loner! I almost felt bad. Almost.

Then I heard my father say something that caused my face to turn red in anger, "Why don't you come back tomorrow? I have an idea that could help us figure out just what you're dealing with."

I walked away quietly, but not paying attention, I walked right into my twin brother, Gavin. I scowled, upset that he had caught me by surprise.

"Eavesdropping again Johnny? Father wouldn't like that," he taunted with a mischievous smile.

"I don't think he would like you sneaking out to meet your friends at the mall either." I replied with my own smile.

"How do you know about that?" he demanded, startled.

"I didn't! It was a good guess, wasn't it?" I continued walking away, laughing quietly.

Mr. Toast's P.O.V

I watched the boy leave and sighed. He was too young to be afflicted with such a problem... I had to help him, but this may not even be an entity. There's a chance that young Ghost has DID (dissociative identity disorder), if he does, I don't think I can help him.

I sighed again, and prepared for my next case. Tomorrow I'll talk to this Jimmy myself.

Ghost's P.O.V

He believed me! I was scared that he would laugh and send me away for wasting his time.

"It's still a waste of time." Jimmy sounded annoyed, he was still insisting that I was wrong. "I am not a ghost, no matter what you think. Just accept it Ghostie!"

No, I know I'm right! I will find proof! This brought a laugh from Jimmy, which I ignored. I would find proof...

*time skip to the next day*

Mr. Toast's P.O.V

I looked at Johnny with doubt, did he really want to help Ghost? He barely knew him! "Please father, you know I want be like you someday! This could be a learning experience!"

"Fine," I sighed, "But you don't interfere unless I say so!"

Toast's P.O.V

A smile spread across my face, I was going to find out just what this loser's issue was. We heard a knock, and I went to open the door.

Ghost's P.O.V

The door opened, revealing that snobby British kid again. He was smiling for some reason, I wonder why. He led me to his father's office, and came in with me. Huh, that's new.

"Hello Mr. Ghost! My son Johnny will be helping me today," Mr. Toast declared in that British accent. I couldn't believe it.

"Can I stab him now? You know you don't like him!" Jimmy pestered.

"No Jimmy, I need their help whether I like this kid or not!" I thought back, while saying, "Okay... What's your plan?"

Mr. Toast rubbed the back of his neck and said, to my horror, "I'm going to talk to Jimmy." He noticed me gaping and added, "Don't worry! I'm going to take precautions! You'll be tied up so he can't hurt anyone."

"Tied up? Nope! We're leaving!" Jimmy practically screamed in my head. "No one ties up Jimmy Casket!"

Me and Jimmy fought for control, it took nearly two minutes for him to give up. The two Brits stared, seeing my eyes change rapidly between brown and crimson.

When I had full control Mr. Toast calmly asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I told them, as the younger Toast grabbed the rope.

*A/N: I'm sorry for leaving it here but the next chapter will be up hopefully later today! If not, it'll be up tomorrow!*