Baked For Revenge (Complete)

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Annabelle's pov

The house loomed over our small little group. I kept feeling this pain all over, it had gotten worse since we left Ebony at the shack. Every time I felt it the flames got brighter. I'd have to do something about that later.

Ford looked at me inquisitively.
"They're in the old Northwest Manor?"

"Yep."

"And you said McGucket is-?"

"Dead. Let's avoid the living room. Don't want to set off Staby McStaberson."

Jimmy ran up behind us.
"I was called?"

We ignored him and made our way inside. I lead the group up to the third floor and to the attic entrance.
"They're up there."

Gregory made a dash for the ladder.
"CAWDBOAWD FWIEND!"

Jimmy held him back.
"No Greggs. You can't trust him. He's...."
He struggled to put it into words his young brother would understand.
"He's scary."

I had never heard Jimmy so sane before. Gregory looked him directly in the eyes and shook his head.
"No he's not. You are."

Jimmy's arms dropped to his sides as Gregory sped up the ladder. Once he was up the ladder folded up and the hatched closed, locking behind him. For the first time I wasn't sure what to do.

We all just stood in silence. It took us a minute to realize something very important.

Ghost looked around.
"Where did Jimmy go?"

I tried to follow him in my mind.
"Bathroom down the hall."

The door was closed and locked. I heard crying inside.
"Jimmy open the door."

"No."
Something sounded different about his voice.

"Jimmy come out or I'm burning down this door."

The door opened slowly, revealing Jimmy. But not regular Jimmy. He was about six now, the age Toast said he was when he died, his skin was a healthier color now, his teeth were back to normal, his hair was a lighter color, and he had a bloody trail and bandage on his head, again matching with how he died. His shirt was also bloody.

He was crying.
"Gweggs doesn't wove me anymowe."

Ghost looked freaked out, Stan looked annoyed, and Ford looked confused.
"What happened to him?"

I dropped to one knee and examined Jimmy. He was giving off some kind of strange energy.
"When Bill separated the three, he didn't technically create full bodies for Jimmy and Gregory, he just pulled together energy in the shape of them. Energy can be shaped, hence why I was able to shift Gregory and why Jimmy's appearance had slowly shifted as we went along. In an intense state of emotion Jimmy has shifted to his younger form. Technically, his true form."

"So," Ghost said, "change him back."

I placed my hand on Jimmy's forehead, he was cold, like a corpse.
"No."

"Why not!?"

"He doesn't want me to."

Stan groaned.
"We're getting no where. My niece and nephew are up in that attic with a demon and we're down here arguing about a six year old."

Ford shook his head sadly.
"He's right. We need to get up there."

I picked Jimmy up. He was still crying very loudly. His legs were to short to keep up with us if we had to run too. I looked at him then glanced at Ghost. I handed him Jimmy.
"Here carry him."

"WHAT?! Why me!"

The second Jimmy was with Ghost he stopped crying.

"Because you're effectively his older brother now, and I need him to stop crying."

Jimmy looked at me indignantly.
"I can pwotect mysewf pewfectwy fine."

"Jimmy you're six. Just shut up and stab when I tell you to."