GhostXToast one shots

Not Christmas related

(A bit of gore?)  

Toast ran around the house. His footstep echoed in the long halls. 

"Sir!" He called out. "Sir, where are you?" 

"Johnny?" he heard a weak voice call. 

"Sir?" He followed the voice. It lead him to a staircase. It looked steep, but his friends life depended on it. He took a breath, running up the stairs. 

More than a few times he lost his footing on the stairs, but he kept on running. 

By the time he reached the top, he was out of breath. He leant on the wall as a sudden pain shot through his ribs. He gasped, clutching his ribs and looking down. 

"What? When did that happen?" He breathed, looking at his blood covered hand. He had a bad cut along the side. It wasn't bleeding much, but it had gone through both his waistcoat and shirt. 

"Johnny?" 

Toast looked up, finally seeing his surroundings. 

A corridor with loads of doors. And Ghost was in one of them. 

"Sir!" He called out. He felt himself getting weaker by the second. He pushed himself off the wall and stumbled over to the first door. 

"Johnny?" 

"I'm here, Sir." he muttered, trying to open the door.  He opened it to see an empty room. 

"Try another door."

"Maxwell, I don't want to play these games." he groaned. 

"Try the darn door!" 

"Fine!" 

He walked over to the other door. It flew open and a rubbed skeleton jumped out at him. He screamed, falling back. 

Maxwell laughed at him as he struggled to get up. 

It turned out to be the fourth door. He knew this, because 1) It was the last one on the right side and 2) He had checked all the other doors-only receiving nothing but jump-scares. 

"Is this literal Hell?" He muttered, pushing the door open. 

But it didn't open. 

He threw himself into it. 

"Johnny?" He heard Ghost call out. He sounded scared, and it only made him want to wrap his arms around him more. 

"I'm here, Sir..I'm..you'll be okay..yeah..you'll be..fine.."

"Are you alright, Johnny?" 

Toast looked down at his cut. "Yeah..I'm fine. I can do this.."

"Can you?" The voice in his head asked. 

He stumbled back a bit, getting ready to run again. This time, he threw his leg forward and kicked it down. The door flew back, leaving a dent in both sides. 

"Sir.." Toast smiled, seeing his friend was okay. 

"Johnny, are you hurt?" 

"Yeah, I, uh, somehow got cut." 

"Oh, I'm sorry for that." 

"It wasn't your fault."

Maxwell appeared at his friends side. 

"Oh wow, happy reunion time." he laughed, pushing Toast on the floor. 

"Johnny!" 

"I'm fine, Sir." He tried to push himself up, only to have Maxwell place his foot on his back and pin him down. 

"Well then, I see you are injured?" 

Toast nodded. "Why can't we just talk about this? Why do you always want to fight?" 

"Because in a fight, there is a chance of you dying."  

"Let go of him, Maxwell. Go have your fun with Ghost." 

Ghost looked at him and said a very..uh..rude word. "..off."

Maxwell laughed at him, trying to be brave. 

"None of you will be alive in the next hour." He cracked his knuckles. 

Toast sat up, running his hand down his face. 

A young girl stood in front of him. He pushed himself up the wall and leant against it for support. 

"You.." he muttered. 

Ghost screamed as Maxwell stabbed him. 

"Sir!" he called, tearing up. 

Ghost looked at him and smiled, blood drizzling out of his mouth. 

"I love you, Johnny." 

His eyes widened as Ghost screamed out again, before falling silent. 

"I love you too, Sir."

He slid back down the wall, a trail of blood following him. 

"You're now partner-less." 

Toast felt weak. He couldn't move his body anymore. He shifted his blue eyes to look up at the two ghosts. 

"...." He breathed in and out heavily. "If..you're going to..kill me..kill me now..don't make me..suffer like..this.." 

"Oh, that's not the point." Maxwell smiled. "We are going to leave you alone like this. You'll probably die here though. You don't have much time left." 

Toast saw Ghost in the background. Covered in blood, but his dead eyes looking at him. He sobbed as the Ghosts left him. 

His breathing quickened. His heart raced. He had one thought in his mind. 

"SIR NO!"

His eyes opened. He didn't spring up. He just layed there in the darkness. Sitting up, he took a sip of water and covered his face in his hands. 

"Stop haunting my dreams, Maxwell." He muttered. 

"Mm, Johnny?" 

He looked down, seeing Ghost laying beside him. A worried smile on his lips. 

"Sorry, Sir. Maxwell is haunting me again."

Ghost sat up and hugged his boyfriend. 

"It's okay, Johnny. I'm here." He kissed his cheek and pulled him back down. The two smiled and leaned in to connect lips. 

After, Toast held Ghost in his arms, tightly. 

"I love you, Sir." 

"I love you too, Johnny."

With that, the two cuddled closer together and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

..

Only to be woken when Spooker and Colon ran into their room. 

"Merry Christmas!" They cried, flicking the lights on. 

"Wait, Ghost, why is Toast in here?" Spooker asked as they blushed. 

"Are you two dating?" Colon smirked. He then hit Spooker.

I don't know either *folds arms* 

It's 10:00 pm here. 

I wanted to type something, and this is what happened. 

I hope you all are enjoying your Christmas. 

Take this as a Christmas present from me. 

I hope you liked it. 

I'll see you next time. 

Bye my lovely bird people.

-Guargent