A Third Of A Pie

Teasers And A/N

Let's get the A/N out of the way first.
Should I continue this story?
Does anyone actually enjoy it?

It doesn't feel like anyone really does.
Idk.

If you don't, I'd prefer you to be honest.
It won't upset or hurt me.
I'll still write it for myself.

But, if you're not enjoying it, there's no point in posting it.

So, let me know your honest thoughts.

I won't be offended in any way ^^.

Now for le teasers!

Warning! Some are unfinished.
And by that, I mean most.

Also, had to cut them awkwardly as to have them not be too long.
Probs are though ^^'

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The camera clicked as the recording started.
"Log 27. Recorded on..." he paused, checking his phone, "June... 15th. Time started: 7 minutes past 11."
He gave a cocky smile as he introduced himself to the camera.
"Greetings! This is Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire.
This is log number 27.
Johnny is currently hanging out with Colon and Spooker at a... Café, I think..."
His words trailed off, as though realising something. He let out a hefty sigh.
"Man, am I clueless.
Regardless, I'm here in P.I.E headquarters.... alone.... all by myself...."
He bit his lip, looking away from the camera.

"So..." he continued, looking back to the camera, "due to it being so unbearably hot and no one being in, I'm not wearing my usual hoodie."
He indicated to the blue polo shirt he wore underneath his hoodie, which was not being covered by the grey fabric.
"Might've took it off if Toast were here, but definitely not if Spooker and Colon were.
Can't stand the idea of them knowing...." he mumbled, messing with the bandages all over his arms.
"... they don't need to know..."

Sighing, he looked at the bandages, which his hands still fumbled with.
Hesitantly, he began unravelling the cloth, revealing his arms.
Various scars of many sizes and directions were all over his arms.
"I hate these. Toast is convinced I did it," he stated, before holding his left arm up to the camera, "why would I do THIS to myself!? It's disgusting. Who would WANT this on them self?"
He stopped, looking at his lifted arm before lowering it, biting his lip.
"I've never hurt myself. Never intentionally. Why can't Toast take my word in that I don't know where they come from? Doesn't he trust me?"
His words went quiet, his tone defeated.

Suddenly, he perked up, looking around, seeming alert and alarmed.
He carefully stood up, shaky.
"H- hello?" He stammered, "... T- Toast?... i- if this is a- another prank, i- it's... it's not funny!"
Silence.
Ghost gave the room another glance, before slowly sitting and facing the camera.
"D- did you hear that?.. i- I t- thought... t- there was...." he sighed, "never mind..."

He looked around anxiously, scratching his left arm- something he often did when anxious- before sighing, rubbing his temples.
"When Johnny gets back, I'm definitely taking my meds. Things up here are insane right now..." he mumbled, tapping his head, a pained smiles on his head, ".... my head is... in agony..."
His voice was shaky as he went quiet.
His face suddenly stopped smiling.
It stopped showing any emotion.
It was blank.

Ghost's eyes blinked a couple times before his head collapsed into his arms, his entire body going limp, as though he died.

Pure, painful silence- so thick it could be mistaken that you were wearing sound-proof headphones.