Ghost's p.o.v (kind of 3rd person to)
Things have been weird lately. Calls were more common since the people of Little Butts North Carolina were scared that the
ghosts/demons/poltergeists might harm them or their loved ones.

Don't get me wrong i hate to see people in such fear, but the pay is great. P.I.E hasn't been better. People will pay anything to be safe now.

The fact that Jimmy Casket hasn't been on the news for murder resently helped them look on the bright side of things though. Toast and I has been trying to find out what has caused the malfunction in our small town (huge empty city). But with nothing ro work with we desided to ask some of the ghosts.

-interagating Maxwell-

"Wait right there!" Spooker and Colon yelled at the same time. "What have you been up to?!" Spooker yelled alone this time, demanding answers.

The flood of new cases made for excellent training for the both of them a few days in, we were sending them to do there own cases. Both Colon and Spooker became official members of P.I.E just last week. Which Toast celebrated with alcohol. But since none of us drink besides Toast. He got super wasted.

'It was hilarious!'
'I get to watch it all the time!'
'*gasp* lucky'

(Back to what was going on)

"What do you dip shits want?!" Maxwell cursed. "I haven't done anything for days!"

"Well yes, we know. But we would actually just lile to ask some questions. If that was okay with you?" Toast asked politely.

"No" he said simply and turned around.

"Oh come on! We could just send you back to the 13th dimension. No problem, we'd just go to someone else!" Ghost threatened.

"I'd like to see you try" maxwell teased.

Ghost didn't hesitate to pull out his pistol and point it between the cowboys eyes. "If you insist."
Maxwell was obviously shaken.
He didn't like how the P.I.E team had gotten more intense over the past mouth. It bothered him to even look at Ghost without thinking of Casket, and with Ghost asking like this!

"Okay! Jeez, you don't have to be so serious."

Ghost roled his eyes. He knew Jimmy had, had an affect on Ghosts behavior. But whatever, Ghost didn't care unless he woke up covered someone elses blood.

"We want to know what you know about the resent deaths here. Any ideas?" Toast asked. "Oh, you're trying to find out why people aren't coming back anymore huh?" Maxwell asked, but he most defiantly already knew the answer.
"Yeah! What do you know evil fend!" Spooker demanded.
"Ohhh I'm soooo scared!" Maxwell said sarcastically. "All i know is that you'll need to find someone big. Not as in size but in power."

'So someone like Jimmy?'
'Did you say my name?'
'No'
'Okay???'
'Actually i wanted to know if you knew anyyhing about why people can't respwn...'
'Oh, well. You see, it's something someone of your type wouldn't believe in'
'Type?'
'I mean as in beliefs. I know exactly why we aren't respawning.'
'Well... are you gonna tell me?'
'Nope! It's a secret!!!'
'Ugh'

Jimmy's insane laughter filled Ghost's head. Going him a headache.

It took him a while to realize that Maxwell had disappeared and Toast was tyring to get my attention.

"SIR!" Toast yelled in my ear.
"AHH" I let out a high pitched scream. Causing Jimmys laughter to become louder.
Spooker and Colon had already gotten into the back seats of Toasts hot pink car.
I got in the drivers seat, Toast wasn't allowed to drive, EVER. It always ends badly. And i mean really badly.

I dropped Colon amd Spooker off at their houses before parking the car in Toast's driveway.
I always walked home since i basically lived next door to him. I always came over in the middle of the night to get some of his M&Ms. But ever since the clown incident a few mouths back i tried to go when it was bright outside.

I hate clowns.
I hate Toast's car.
I hate Spooker and Colon.
And i HATE Jimmy Casket.

"Fuck you too buddy"