Short P.I.E Stories

Just A Dream?

A/N: I'm so sorry, I haven't updated in forever! I meant to, but a combination of writer's block and life being a jerk ruined that. But I have a few ideas, and I hope to start updating more. If you have any ideas you'd like to see written, comment or message me! Sorry for my rambling, I hope you enjoy this story!

??? P.O.V

I glanced around the "cabin" once more, although it was more of a room than an actual cabin. The floor was of a smooth wood, but it was the only smooth thing about this place. A table and two chairs were the only furniture, both in desperate need of a sanding down. Both windows, one on either side of the empty door frame were smashed. The roof had a hole in it, revealing the starry sky above. Even the stone fireplace, where a low fire burned, was cracked.

I'll have much better someday. I thought as a young woman walked in. She was a bit shorter than average, and wore a very formal green dress that nearly brushed the ground. Her red hair was tied up into a bun with a yellow ribbon. She had big, bright green eyes, and a palely pretty face. The very image of innocence.

"Bonjour," she greeted me. She had a sweet voice, and a strong French accent. "You are the one I am to help, oui?" Down to business. Good, I hated ghosts who wanted to spend their afterlife on small talk.

"Yes, I'm the one who called you," I replied with my deep, gravelly voice. "You understand the plan?"

"Oui," the woman replied curtly. "Any other details, monsieur?"

I looked her dead in the eyes, making sure she paid attention. "The American in the hoodie lives, he is very important to a friend of mine. As for the British fellow, he has no use." I smiled coldly, a smile that struck fear into the hearts of most people. She merely nodded and disappeared. This "innocent" girl would be one of my most dangerous friends.

Toast's P.O.V

I was driving the P.I.E van to the park, on our third case this week. Three in a week! I remember when we were lucky to get one every few months! It was hard to believe Ghost and I had been friends for fourteen years...

All those years ago, he had showed up at my house, and I hated him at first. Now, we're best friends, and run P.I.E together. Although he insisted on being "the boss", it was fine, he was better at talking to people. Besides, I was used to calling him "sir".

A sudden, horrible noise beside me brought me out of my thoughts. "Sir? Are you okay?" I exclaimed. I heard the sound again, and looked to my right, only to return my focus to driving, chuckling to myself. It was just Ghost snoring. I couldn't blame him, it was 2am after all. He deserved a little rest.
We're almost there. I thought, smiling. He can sleep until we arrive.

Ghost's P.O.V

You've made a dangerous enemy, Hunter. I jumped from surprise. This didn't sound like Jimmy, who, or what, was this voice in my head? And why was I in H.Q? I could've sworn I was in the van with Toast a second ago!

Jimmy? Is this some kind of prank? I received silence in return, until the voice chose to break it.

The Killer? He is not here right now. But that is not what is important, Hunter.

Why do you keep calling me that? And what is so important? I looked around the room, and it changed. It became some sort of broken down, one roomed cabin. This wasn't making any sense...

Why do I call you Hunter? That is what you are, is it not? The important thing is that you've angered a dangerous man. While the voice said this, something appeared in front of me. It looked like... a man?

This man, The voice continued. Will try to harm you however he can. I couldn't even see the man clearly, he was like a blurry shadow. But I could make out one thing: he wore a wide brimmed hat.

Who is he? And why does he want to hurt me? He had to be a ghost, that was the only reason he could have... But how could this ghost be so upset with me specifically? What about Toast, was he in danger?

I have told all that I can. There was an emotion in the voice now. Regret? Except for this: his first attack will be in plain sight, yet you will not see it coming.

What's that supposed to mean? This was getting very frustrating. Who was this voice anyway?

That is for you to find out. Now go, your partner needs you. Remember my words, Hunter, and all shall be well. With those words, everything went black.

I felt something shaking me lightly and jumped, letting out a yell. I think I may have startled poor Toast. "Sir, are you alright? Did you see something?" he asked, turning in a circle, quite confused.

I sighed, and replied tiredly, "Just a bad dream, Johnny..." I got out of the van and stretched, thinking. But it wasn't just a dream, was it?