Greetings, fellow readers!
This is a story about two ghost hunters named Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast, part of a ghost hunting company called Paranormal Investigators Extraordinaire, or P.I.E. for short.
Their job is to investingly investigate in investigations involving ghosts--professionally(or not)!
However, their normal work day is interrupted by a goofy but sadistic serial killer none other than...
Jimmy Casket! *cue random thunderstorm and gasping crowd*
Certain situations bring a pile of characters into portals away from home. While Toast, Ghost, and supporting characters-the Acachallas, Lights Zeron, and more are just trying to find their way back, the parasitic psychopath has something else up his sleEv--
*incoming message* Hey, this is PAPA...uh...Acachalla! I don't trust those dumb ghost hunters around my *bZZt* family! And they keep stealing my food--Hey! *bZZT* Sorry, sir, but the radio isn't yours. *end of transmission*
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Also, besides for cover art, chapter 5, 6, 12, 13, 15, and 21, none of the art is mine.
Winter was here. Fall had passed. Halloween, the time when P. I. E. Seemed to thrive the most, had passed. Christmas was here, and Johnny Toast and Johnny Ghost were invited to the Acachalla's home to celebrate. Ghost had obliged to go, since his best friend was being torn from his grip. He could no longer enjoy mornings with his best friend, who had come over for breakfast. He could no longer take vacations to the Bahamas, or Hawaii with his best friend. For all Johnny knew, this could be the last chance to spend some precious time with Toast. And the thing that was taking him away from Johnny?
A girl.
Thing.