Sorry for the big empty pause in updates! I forgot my password and just. kinda stopped. but here i am!
warning for blood! and violence! and emotional manipulation!
This chapter will have pov changes!
(Johnny Toasts Perspective)
I gingerly got up from the floor and shined my flashlight at the person in front of me. I felt a rock in my throat as I saw the wide grin plastered on the face of my partner.
"Sir?" I whispered in the hopes that it was him, even though I already knew it wasn't. He seemed to have heard me and looked at me in delight, a manic cackle erupting from his lips.
"I'm so glad it was you I found first my dear, dear Toast." As he said that and his hands started to twitch in anticipation. I quickly reached for my emergency gun, but it was too late. He pounced on me and had a knife to my throat within seconds, barely scraping the skin enough for a few droplets of blood to pool at the sharp implement. "Usually this is where I would ask you if you wanted to know my secret." He sighed, that creepy grin never leaving his face. I bit my lip and tried not to breathe to hard, the knife a constant threat of death. "But you already know too much now don't you? Even 'Johnny Ghost' knows you're the only one who knows how to get rid of me." he pushed the knife harder into my throat, earning a groan and a small stream of blood dying both of our clothes red. His smile disappeared and he continued on with more malice and grit in his words. "So it seems the only thing to do now is to get rid of you. How fitting it would be for you to die by the hands of your precious partner, the last thing you see would be his face, happy to be rid of you." At the last few words he took the knife away from my throat and stabbed it into my stomach with another grin. I gasped and started coughing, blood splattering out of my mouth and onto his face. It hurt, but his words more than anything.
"J-johnny... Gh..ost..." I gurgled and tried to push him away. He just laughed and repeatedly dug the knife into my abdomen. There was black spots at the edge of my vision and i could hardly breathe but I knew he was in there. "Plea..se... you're more power...ful than him." I coughed up some more blood, holding my stomach in the hopes of Jimmy stopping his barrage of stabs. I fell to my hands and knees and threw up, blood dripping from multiple places and tears prickling the corners of my eyes.
(Johnny Ghosts Perspective)
I was trapped. Jimmy Casket got the better of me again. I was ashamed of myself and terrified of what he might be doing with my body. Last time was awful, he always killed so many and did horrible things I could never forget. I tried my hardest to regain control but no dice. I kept trying for a long time until I heard Toast! He must have been nearby trying to coax me out again. I was so happy, I kept trying and my heart stopped when I heard him pleading with me to win. He sounded hurt, scared even. He needed me more than ever and I was stuck in here.