Featuring another original entity on the same level of Prince Fang and Lord Claw. I make a terrible reference to a classic horror movie.
Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast are characters originally belonging to Venturian Tale.
Johnny watched the trees blur by as he and his companion Johnny Toast drove through the wooded road. This was the same road they had been on three years ago when they had received a call drawing them into a trap. Of course they had escaped otherwise their story would not have continued. It was fortunate they had survived otherwise they would not have been able to remove the most dangerous entity they had ever encountered, and would likely ever encounter, from a suburban area getting him shipped off to South America. Not to mention the discovery that a mansion believed to have been haunted actually was not and was actually the home a slightly mentally challenged frog that was obsessed with a man named Bobio.
"Johnny, remind me again what we are doing."
"There was a disturbance when a company was breaking ground and uncovered an ancient burial ground. There have been reports of life sized dolls coming to life, trees eating children, people being in bed one moment and after screaming for a second only skeletal remains are left," Toast explained.
"Sounds like a bad horror movie," Ghost replied as he began folding a random piece of newspaper to pass the time.
"Our life is a bad horror movie, sir."
"That it is, Johnny, that it is."
Toast followed behind Ghost as he was dragged off down the hall. In hand Toast held a video camera per Ghost's instructions. The clown doll was only a level two and made this perfect footage for their channel on YouTube. Toast was so invested in filming his mentor being dragged off he didn't notice the door slamming shut until it hit his face.
Disoriented Johnny stumbled backward. "I'm going to need my whiskey after this," he said. The clown doll was actually the least problematic thing they had come across. They had used a chainsaw on several trees throughout the day to stop them from devouring children, unfortunately they weren't fast enough in some cases. Then their overnight stay here was not without incident where Ghost was almost killed by his sleeping bag with acid burns on his legs being the worse of his injuries before Johnny had sliced open the sleeping bag.
Ghost fired off two rounds shattering the porcelain face of the clown doll. "Well, that was almost enjoyable," he said as he kicked the lifeless doll away. He looked around the room. The walls had blue stripes peeling off a small crumbling hole in the wall next to a moth eaten bed on a metal frame. A mobile hung above the bed turning only slightly in the still room. "Johnny better not be getting into the whiskey," Ghost mumbled as he pulled out his EMP reader. The second he turned it on there was a little spark to go with it go to highest point possible and the device became useless. "I think I can assume the source of all this places issues are coming from that hole."
He pulled out his flashlight and pointed it and his gun at the hole. He approached cautiously for once in his life and in a moment of stupidity some might say he stuck his head into the wall. To his surprise there was a trail of withering lights floating silently into a dark oblivion. He could hear the heavy breathing of something deep in the darkness.
"Where in the blazes is Johnny? He's the one with the crowbar," Ghost complained as he pulled his head from the hole.
So hungry. The words hung in the air as they came from the wall. Where Ghost's head had been only second before was a face. The eyes were pure white circles the skin a pale orange it was a stretched face so Ghost could only see the upper portion through the hole including the gnarled and broken teeth of the upper jaw. Feed me, human.
"Of course I'll feed you." Ghost quickly pulled up his gun and fired into the hole until the clip was empty. "Feed you lead that is." There was a cough and black sludge flung from the hole splattering Ghost.
Arrogant human, the entity wheezed, you do not understand what you are dealing with.
By this time Ghost had reloaded his gun. "I'm pretty sure I'm dealing with something that can bleed." He started firing bullets again. "And you know what they say, if it bleeds it can be killed." There was no response from the creature once Ghost finished unloading this clip into it. "Well that quick." With that Ghost left the house behind him.
In the Ghostmobile Toast was clutching a bottle of whiskey to his chest singing something untellable. Ghost knocked on the window and Toast flipped back in his seat spilling his whiskey.
"Maybe you should sober up one of these days, Johnny." Ghost took his seat behind the wheel of their Impala. The very same second he turned the key in the ignition the house erupted and a bulking creature with eight appendages supporting it slug like body stood in its place. "Well we should be going," Ghost said noticing the bullet ridden face of the creature. He stomped on the gas and they took off with the creature following close behind. "This would be one of the times I wish you were sober, Johnny!"
"I goth this." Toast pulled a rifle out from beneath the back seat swinging it and almost hitting Ghost's head.
"When did we even get that?" Ghost implored having never seen the weapon before.
"Came withe car." Toast rolled down the back window on the passenger side and fired the gun. The creature stumbled for a second as the bullet shot through its front leg. "Leths try that aghain." Toast took aim and fired again. This time the bullet met its mark at the creature's eye. It let out an agonized scream stopping in its track.
You insolent mortals! I am the Devourer! I claim the life of those made of flesh in attempt to satiate my undying hunger! Mere bullets will only wound and never vanquish me! Once again it started scuttling after their vehicle.
"Thanks for the tip!" Ghost was sticking out of the driver side window with his ivory gun pointed at the creature. "I got one better than mere bullets." Behind Ghost, Toast was attempting not to swerve into trees and such. Ghost released a torrent of bullets at the beast through the gun. The pure white bullets destroyed the four appendages on one side of the creature causing it to crash down to the ground and begin rolling. Ghost was panting from using the gun. "Johnny, remind me not to use the spirit gun when I haven't gotten sleep." Ghost rolled out of the window both his guns in hand and took off after the rolling creature.
When Ghost found the entity it was attempting to right itself. Ghost walked up to it without its realizing he was approaching during its struggle. It went still as the ivory gun was pointed to its head and the hammer pulled back with a click. "For the murder of over a dozen innocents I kill you."
Wait! Wait, wait. Do you not wish to know about the others? Taking it that the ghost hunter had yet to pull the trigger the Devourer continued. There are far worse demons and spirits attempting to slip into this dimension. Prince Fang among them, I know you have met Lord Claw. He and I are just the tip of the iceberg. Unfortunately for us there are you and the other pair hunting us.
"What do you know about the other pair?" Ghost pointed his second gun to the creature's head as incentive for it to continue.
Only that they travel behind you. There is no chance for us to regroup where you have been before with them arriving only days if not hours after. Will you spare me now that you have this information? It pleaded with Ghost.
"I never said I would spare you." A bang echoed through the hilly forest sending hundreds of birds flying into the sky as the sun began to rise.