Johnny Toast leaned mostly on the wall as he walked. doing his best to shout for ghost with his bloodied throat. he knew he shouldnt be moving too much with all the blood he lost but the corridors changing filled him with hope and adrenaline. the level five must have been eradicated somehow.
"good..." i murmured as i realized we were relitively safe...
[ghost perspective]
I quickly started running around the halls, shouting toasts name. after i defeated the ghost i just had to find him and get the hell out of here.
"johnny ghost-!" i heard a faint call from around a corner and ran as fast as my exhausted legs could carry me.
"Johnny!" i saw my partner leaning against a wall, the bloodflow dried up ar his neck, his vest dyed a dark red through some torn cloth. "johnny, my johnny..." i paused to grab his cheek and look at his face "...we have to get out of here" his eyes twinkled with relieved tears.
he said nothing, but i knew he was happy.
the end.