Ghost stirred, an overwhelming headache immediately striking him.
He groaned slightly, clutching his head instinctively.
It didn't take long for him to realise what it was around his head. Bandages. Certainly nothing new.
Sighing, he got up, only to be sent to the floor by his legs collapsing beneath him. His head was spinning, the world blurred and disfigured. He felt sick to his stomach, a nauseous feeling suddenly over coming him.
Defeated, he lay there in silence, hoping it would pass.
Luckily, it did, and he was finally able to stand.
'...Head trauma....' he reasoned to himself, brushing off his shirt.
Shirt.... polo shirt.... Blue polo shirt.
Where was his hoodie?
He tensed, feeling naked and vulnerable.
His arms began itching as thoughts of them flooded his mind.
Biting his lip, he leaned on a desk, before noticing the feeling of fabric.
Looking at it, he gave a sigh of relief.
It was grey.
Swiftly, he pulled on the hoodie and 'P.I.E' armband.
Knock knock.
Ghost jumped in alarm, not expecting people.
It was probably Toast.
That reminded him. He would have to ask Toast about that case. After all, he didn't remember much- likely due to the head trauma.
The door inched open, and Ghost's face dropped at the sight of pink.
Already he had a headache.
Their face lit up as they practically tackled Ghost.
"You're ok!"
Ghost felt the slightly pudgy arms squeezing him, trapping his arms.
'TOO CLOSE!'
Ghost squirmed out of their grasp, shoving them slightly.
"Off, Spooker," he growled.
He hid his anxiety.
He knew Spooker hadn't heard it.
Spooker didn't flinch as the voice screamed.
That meant it wasn't real.
"S- sorry! I- I was worried! Y- you hit your h- head... pretty h- hard.... you were b- bleeding!" Spooker stammered, biting his lip.
Ghost groaned as the headache worsened slightly.
He supposed it was from thinking about the injury.
"... you ok?" Fred asked, noticing Ghost's grimace.
"Fine," Ghost stated simply, blinking a couple of times to clear his moderately blurred vision.
"O- ok," Spooker nodded, "What did you see?"
"Hm?"
"During yesterday's mission. When you checked that room. You saw something before dragging me off. You looked scared, backing up against the wall and mumbling."
"..... what?"
Ghost glared, perplexed and judging him.
"You-"
Creak.
The pair turned to the doorway, seeing someone standing there.
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A Third Of A Pie
Fanfiction"You can't have half of a P.I.E. You've gotta have a whole P.I.E." -Johnny Ghost. Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire. He'd dealt with all sorts of paranormal entities. He'd succeed 9/10. After all, he was Johnny Ghost! He could ha...
