(TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!)

(Ghost's POV)

It's been a week since Mary, Toast's wife had died. I am really worried about Toast. He's been acting strange ever since she passed away. He would stay up late talking to himself and he would go for walks during night-time too. I thought nothing of the midnight walks. I just assumed he was going to see his wife's grave. Johnny Toast was out right now on a midnight walk. I usually stay awake until he comes back just to make sure he's ok.

I was on my phone looking through my emails for new paranormal cases. We had one at the Acachalla's again. Great... I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the front door slam shut. I got up from my bed and went downstairs to see if Toast was ok. As usual he yelled at me. Told me to get out of the house, but I never did. I would always stand on the spot looking into Toast's sorrow and crazed eyes.

"Toast I-" I was cut off by him throwing his phone at me.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" That was all I got out of Toast that night. I backed away knowing he needed some time alone to think. I did what Toast told me to do and left the house. I turned around only to see Toast throwing his shoes at me and then the door slam shut.

I sighed and looked for a place to sleep. There was a motel about twenty five minutes away from here. I guess I could stay there? I'll only be staying for the night. Toast will probably settle down later and then I can come home in the morning.

(Time skip to morning. Still Ghost's POV)

I decided to make my way back home. I hope Toast is alright.

(Johnny Toast's POV)

I heard footsteps and the front door opening then closing.

"Toast?" Johnny Ghost's soft voice echoed in my head. I decided to go downstairs to see him. In fact I need his help with....something...

"Hey Toast!" Ghost's voice chirped.

"Hey, sir. I need your help painting my bedroom..."

"uh ok? Whats up with the sudden change in room colours? I thought you liked your faint... almost white blue walls?" Ghost questioned.

"yes but uh... Mary's favourite colour is red and I though... What if I painted my room red... Blood red..." I smirked at him.

"Uh Toast where are you going with this?..." Ghost backed up.

"Aw come on. Don't you want to help?" I took a step closer and hid a knife behind my back that I had picked up earlier.

"Toast?..." Ghost took a step back.

"Yes?~" I looked into his eyes.

"T-this isn't you Toast! Snap out of it!" Ghost's back hit the wall behind him. I walked closer to him and put my hand on his chest to stop him from running away.

"Toast please stop..." Ghost teared up a little. I looked into his eyes for a few seconds before realising what I was doing.

"Sir... I-I-" I then received a hug from Ghost. But that didn't last long. I dug the knife into Ghost's back and felt warm liquid drip down onto my hands.

"T-Toast?" That was the last word I ever heard out of Ghost before his body fell limp into my grasp. I cackled softly and dragged Ghost's body to my room. I had a photo of Mary on my bedside table and I decided to pick it up.

"This is for you" I whispered before hugging the photo.

I used Ghost's blood as paint and eventually managed to paint one of the walls. But it wasn't enough. I threw Ghost's body onto the bed and began to cut my own wrist for more blood. I wiped my wrist against the walls and continued to cut. I then began to feel dizzy and collapsed. My vision blurred and the only thing I saw before everything went black was the photo of Mary and Ghost's dead body smiling oh so slightly.

"What have I done" I managed to say before everything went black and I lost feeling over my body.

(So what did you think of that one shot? I enjoyed writing it. It was something different to the past few books I've been writing. I was originally going to make a short story out of it but it was only going to be a few chapters long, so I just decided to make it a one shot chapter.)

~YP2399