Fist landing on the wall, he snarled.
"Fuckin' Maloney!" He yelled under his breath, "always ruins everything! I didn't even get to tell her my secret!"
He punched the wall, feeling the skin around his knuckles tear against the rough brick.
Scowling, he started walking off, tying the hoodie around his waist as to hide the blood and avoid suspicion, messy, dark chocolate hair covering an eye as he let it fall, sticking to the sleeping from his skin.
He put Knifey in a knife sheath he had on his belt
"We'll get'em next time. Don'cha worry," he cackled, patting Knifey comfortingly. He knew, obviously, that a knife didn't HAVE emotions, but Knifey was his best- and only- friend.
Sighing, he rubbed his arms to try and keep warm, trying to think of anywhere he knew that was warm. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. 'Maybe it wouldn't 've been so bad bein' arrested....'
Suddenly, the world started spinning, making him stumble and groan, waving his arms weakly to find something sturdy.
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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...
