Corrupted (Ghost X Toast)

Chapter 4

  The four men arrived at the coordinates that the caller had given to Colon. They all looked at the structure before Toast looked back at Ghost.

"Sir... Is this--"

"Yeah... Yeah it is..." The smaller boy whispered as Spooker shook his head.

"This was the setting of my dream... We were in the courtyard..." Spooker spoke softly as Ghost hung his head.

"Of course it is..." Ghost mumbled to himself, having a slight idea of what was going to go down.

"Let's go check it out," Colon suggested as Toast grabbed the sleeve of Ghost's hoodie.

"You're gonna stay close to me. If it's willingly or if I'm gonna have to tie one of your sleeves to my arm," Toast said sternly as Ghost's eyes widened, not quite expecting that to be the pre-hunt pep talk.

"A-Alright..." The smaller boy whispered, his cheeks tinted a light pink.

Toast and Colon found the door, seeing it was grown over with ivy and vines. The twigs and vines intertwined around the handles and some even wedged between the two two glass doors.

Toast took a step back before kicking one of the doors off its hinges.

The four of them stared into the dark hallway, seeing a layer of something, almost like fog, from their knees down.

"After you," Spooker spoke as Toast grabbed Ghost's wrist and pulled him into the building with him.

"What happened to this place?" Toast asked softly as Ghost looked around at the lockers stacked up on the sides, seeing slits in the metal where someone had thrown something sharp.

Apparently they didn't miss.

There was blood splattered against the blue metal, making everyone's eyes widen. Colon pulled out a flashlight, clicking it on and pointing it at the scene. Spooker went to approach the blood before he kicked something.

The group looked down, eyes widening and stomachs churning to see a corpse lying there. Some of the flesh still intact while blood stained the bones that showed through. Spooker gagged at the sight as Ghost pulled Toast down to look at it with him.

"I... I went to school here," Ghost whispered softly as Toast looked between the corpse and his crush.

"Then how come you don't look like this?" Toast asked as Ghost felt a huge pulse at his head, giving him a sharp pain at his brain as he slightly fell back and gripped his head.

"I'm why..."  The voice, that Ghost had learned to call Jimmy, growled in his head. That was a voice that Ghost hadn't heard in a long time.

"I-I don't know..." Ghost whispered, sitting back up as Toast glared at him in concern.

"Are you okay?" Toast asked as Ghost slowly nodded.

"Yeah... I'm fine," He lied as Toast slowly nodded.

Toast pulled Ghost up off the floor as they all got out their flashlights, shining them down the hall as they saw that blood and corpses covered the hallway.

"Was this some kind of successful school shooting?" Toast asked as Ghost shook his head.

"I-I remember it now..." Ghost breathed out, beginning to jog off down the hall and suddenly stopping and turning to his left. He opened the locker that was placed there, seeing his books and school supplies.

Ghost placed his hand on a dusty old journal that was placed at the top of the locker. The cover was made of brown leather with a little piece on the back that buttoned to the front, keeping it closed. Ghost undid the little piece as the other three watched him do this.

"I remember this..." He whispered as Toast watched him open the book, seeing the pages were a yellow color, showing age and abandonment. There were dark pencil marks, showing what the younger Johnny Ghost had written.

" 'Day One: My therapist is making me keep this journal to write about him. He calls himself Jimmy. Jimmy Casket to be precise. People think he's a problem, but I see him more as a friend. Honestly, if they had such a problem about it, they'd do something about it other than make me write in a notebook. But I'm not them. He's laughing at this right now, probably for good reason. Because he agrees. They're even dumber than they think. -Johnny Ghost' " Jimmy read as Ghost sighed, slamming the book shut and putting it back in his locker.

"What does it say?" Spooker asked as Toast shot him an angered stare.

  Toast wrapped his arms around Ghost and sighed, closing the locker so he wouldn't look so afraid. He then pulled Ghost into his chest, both of their cheeks heating up.

"Doesn't matter. If he wanted to tell us then he would," Toast spoke, looking at the other two as they nodded.

"Do you wanna keep going?" Toast whispered in Ghost's ear.

  The small boy slowly nodded.

  And they kept walking.