Ghost was curled up on the sofa, still in his friends shirt, still hugging a pillow. He stared at the tv, not really paying attention to it.
His coffee had gone cold. But he was too busy to notice. For the first time in a while, he had no idea where his best friend and crush was. And he had no idea of where to start looking.
"I could try and sniff him out, Ghostie. I could also StAb sTaB stab Katrina for you.~"
"Yeah, sure. I don't even know anymore."
"You haven't moved in the past two hours. Ahahahahah~"
One of Ghosts gadgets started beeping. He walked over to the table and picked it up.
"A level 2 entity?" He raised an eyebrow at the number. Sighing, he looked around. "Okay, I know you're here, now go. I can't be bothered to out up with you today."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ghost. I don't want to hurt you." A quiet female voice said.
"Amiee?" Ghost looked around. "Where are you?"
"Here." She appeared in front of Ghost, sitting on the table. She then waved.
"Why are you here?"
"I know where your friend is."
Ghost stared at her. "What? Where is he?"
She looked at him. "It's a dangerous place."
"Dangerous? I'm a Ghost hunter, my job is dangerous." He asked.
"No, not like that." She stared at him. "It's dangerous as in, Maxwell dangerous. And Katrina-she's gotten more powerful."
"Tell us where he is!~" Jimmy snapped.
"Ah, Mr. Casket. Hello."
Ghost was quiet for a moment. "You say Katrina has gotten more powerful? How so?"
"She's.. become part demon."
"Oohh, I'm a demon, Ghostie."
"Right. So, a demon and a ghost has my friend?"
"I think you should make that crush."
Ghost blushed darkly. "Anyway, what will I need?"
"Your two other friends, a salt gun, a bible and a cross." She smiled. "And any other weapons."
"Are you breaking any rules? Like, betraying them?"
She ignored him. "It's in a drain pipe that leads you into another dimension. It has a star on it. When you find it, climb in and you will land in a fire place. That's where he is."
"What if I get burnt?"
"Let's hope the fire isn't lit then."
****
"Where am I now?"
Toast stood up, and looked around. The room was black, but the light shined brightly in it.
"Johnathan.. over here, my boy."
Toast froze, slowly turning his head. "F.. Father?"
He walked up to the mirror and looked in, gasping.
"Hello."
"....Father.... " was all Toast could say.
"I've missed you, Johnny." He smiled, pressing his hands to the mirror. "Goodness, you've grown so much."
Toast placed his hand on the mirror too, covering his mouth with the other one as he began to sob.
"I've missed you too! I never got to tell you, but I love you.."
"I love you too my boy." He smiled. "You've made me so proud."
"Why? How? I disowned my name of a Prince. I'm nothing like you, Father. I'm not an army leader, a war hero. I've done nothing. I didn't even get to say goodbye to you!" He sobbed louder. "I'm so sorry! I've let you down."
"You never let me down. Your brother has a bit, but you haven't. You are helping your friend."
"Believe me Father, I want to hug you. I want you here."
"I want the same. But Johnny.. "
"What?" He looked back up.
"This is a dream."
"Father.. no..no! I don't want to loose you again! Not this time! Not ever. Please no."
Toast began to be pulled Away from the mirror. His father's hand reached out to him.
"I'm proud of you."
"Father, no!" He screamed loudly, reaching out too. "No, no no no!"
"Yes, yes yes yes." The voices around him whispered.
"I need you, Father." He cried as he began to fall again.
*Plays with your feels like a violin or something*
I'm sorry. *hands tissues to readers*
So, I hope you all are okay. And I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
Amiee betrayed Katrina. Ooooooohhhhh
So yeah. I'll just uh, leave now.
*opens door*
See you in the next chapter.
*shuts door* ow.
-Guargent
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