Ghost yawned, sitting up, cringing as sunlight attacked his eyes, forcing him to blink and rub them.
Checking his phone, he was shocked when he saw the time.
'Shit! I'm late!'
Swiftly, he grabbed a brush and combed his scruffy hair a bit, mostly to keep it out of his face and eyes from his teenage years.
For once, it was quiet.
No kettle boiling.
No food cooking.
No phone ringing.
No chatting.
Not even footsteps....
'.... Maybe they went on a case without me?'
Frustration struck him.
'Well, they should've woke me up! What? Are they saying I can't handle it?!'
Grinding his teeth, he slammed the brush down, looking over himself.
Dark brown eyes...
Mid-tone brown hair...
Heavy bags under his eyes...
Skin paled from his unhealthy habits...
Growling, he shoved open his door, mind making up possible, horrible scenarios and plots against him.
He stomped downstairs.
'I'M GONNA GIVE THEM A PIECE OF MY M-'
"AHHHHHHHH!"
All anger vanished at the appalling sight before him.
So.... much...... Red....
"..... S- Spooker.....? C- Colon.....?.... t- t- this isn't f- funny! Get up!"
Despite Ghost's demands, neither moved.
Not even their lips...
Chests....
Eyelids...
Nothing...
"...... C- C- Chris.....? F- Fred.....? p- please......"
He dropped to his knees, tears staining his cheek as he quivered.
"...... w- w- who did this.....?"
He screamed and punched the ground; anger, guilt and grief encasing his heart and brain.
"I'LL KILL THEM!"
His voice cracked, body twitching.
He slammed his fist again, but something got in the way, a metallic, scraping sound heard.
Looking, he screamed again.
The..
That.... knife....
HIS..... knife.....
Gasp!
Ghost looked up, seeing a figure in the doorway.
Tall...
Black, neat hair....
Ironed, fancy clothes....
Scared, blue eyes...
Ghost was filled with relief, "oh thank God, John-"
Thwak!
Thud!
Ghost was sprawled on the floor, slowly reaching to his cheek; which slowly began to burn.
Shakily, he looked up at Toast, his own terrified brown meeting angry, tearful blue.
"..... how could you.....?"
"J- Johnny, it w-"
"SHUT UP!"
Crack!
"AAAAGGHHGH!"
He looked down at his chest- which was definitely broken...
Just like his heart...
Toast turned around, "... goodbye, Johnny... Can't believe I cared about you..."
"WAIT, I-"
Blood sputtered from his mouth as he coughed.
He wanted things to go back to normal.
Please let this be a nightmare...
A foot stepped over him.
... then another...
The feet kept walking until they reached Toast.
Using his rapidly depleting energy, he looked up.
Pale skin...
Bagged eyes...
Dark brown hair...
Red irises...
'.... n- no.... n- not him..... Run, Johnny, run!'
His voice never registered, more like a thought.
Suddenly, HE grabbed Toast's wrist.
"JOHNNY! LET GO!" Toast yelled, struggling against the shorter ma-... the monster's grip.
"Heh...... ha..... haha.... hahahaha.... HAHAHAHAHA!"
That cold, high-pitched, crazed laughter...
Ghost knew it all too well.
Toast paled in distress before struggling more, only to scream as HE kicked Toast's leg.
SNAP!
Toast cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
".... I trusted you...." the monster hissed, voice low and.... Demonic...
Toast looked up at HIM with teary, desperate eyes.
"... j- Johnny...."
HE broke into hysterical laughter again as he pulled out a knife and stabbed Toast's neck.
Blood curdling screams filled the air.
Ghost tried to run over and save his best fri-... ex best friend.
He couldn't...
He was trapped...
Looking down, he saw chains...
'LET HIM GO! PLEASE!'
Nothing...
Not even a glance.
HE crouched down and grabbed Toast's collar, forcing the broken man to look at him.
".... you left.... and you were going to again.... I won't let you leave me...."
HE raised the knife, making Toast's drooping eyes widen.
"SIR!"
Slllt!
Thump...
Ghost watched in horror, staring into Toast's eyes.
... those listless, blue eyes...
'..... J- Johnny.....?'
HE dropped to his knees, tears staining HIS cheeks.
He raised the knife one more time before bringing it down.
He raised it... brought it down.... raise... down.... raise... down....
Arms now sore pink and liquid red...
Ghost felt nauseous.
'SIR!'
He could still hear Toast's voice...
'GET UP!'
Haunting him...
'JOHNNY!'
He deserved it...
'COME ON!'
....
Those red eyes looked at him.
"SIR!"
YOU ARE READING
A Third Of A Pie
Fanfic"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...
