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Time Skip = Next Morning
Ghost shifted in bed. He stretched himself out a bit before yawning and finally opening his eyes. He was greeted by the blinds being open and sunlight pouring into the room. The smell of coffee, bacon and pancakes was in the air. The smell alone, coaxed Ghost into getting out of bed that morning.

With a look to the left, Ghost could see Toast's bed, which was already made and neatly done. Lord, the man was perfect in everything he did. Did he even try, or notice?!

Ghost currently wore what he fell asleep in, which was just his usual hoodie and blue jeans. He staggered to the door, finding it to have a small crack in the opening instead of being locked on the hinge. That must have been Toast.

Quietly, Ghost staggered downstairs, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Hello?" He asked once he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, good morning sir!" Toast greeted. He was fully dressed and ready for the day. He stood in the kitchen, hovering over a pan of bacon. "Colon and Fred are still asleep in their room. I'm not sure if you wanted to know, but I still said, just in case."

Ghost felt himself smile. He usually never had anyone tell him what other people were doing. "Thank you Johnny, I appreciate it."

Ghost saw Toast nod before he turned and went into the living room, seeing that the news was on. It was speaking about some robbery that had taken place last night.

The man on screen had blood running down the side of his head, and bright glowing green eyes. He looked faintly similar to Johnny, but he didn't look as friendly or nice. Ghost flinched when he saw the name. Gavin Toast.

Ghost looked back at Toast. "Johnny, do you have siblings?"

The brit flinched slightly, turning off the pan and looking at Ghost, then to the T.V. "Oh lord... yes, sir. That is my older brother Gavin, then I have an older sister who's a cop." Toast threw his hands on his head. "That tosser's gonna feel mum's wrath if she finds him!"

"Your brother, Gavin. What does he do? I-If-" Ghost quickly added. "If you don't mind me asking of course!" 

Toast gave a heavy sigh. "My brothers always been a trouble. He's been to jails, and even prisons before. He deals macaroni, saying that he's some kind of god. Bloody insane he is."

Ghost flinched. "Macaroni?! Like, the drugged stuff right?"

Toast nodded. "Yes, unfortunately."

A yawn came from the stairs. "Hey guys, what's for breakfast?"

The brit and american both looked over to the stairs, seeing Colon in a hoodie and sweatpants. He still had his beanie on and he was rubbing his eyes.

The two sighed, before Toast spoke up, putting on a smile.

"Bacon, eggs, cereal and toast with jelly or butter."

Colon smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up. "Sounds good to me."

Toast led the way into the kitchen, Colon and Ghost following hungrily behind. Spooker was the last the join them.

Time Skip = 2 hours later
Spooker quickly ran down the haunted home's stairwell breathing heavily. This was part of their plan, it was to get the ghosts attention, but apparently they had miscounted the number of entities present. And now they were all split up. Great!

Spooker continued running down the narrow hall. "Ghost?! Toast!? Colon?!" He cried out. "Where are any of you?!" The screams of entities following him got louder, causing the poor man to scream out in terror.

Toast clutched his flashlight tightly in his hand, quickly dodging out of the way of an oncoming entity. At least 8 of them were trying to get him. 7 were on Ghost, 6 were chasing after Spooker and 8 were after Colon.

Toast faced the 8 ghosts in front of him; before snapping on his heel and sprinting away. Spooker had ran down, while sir and Colon ran up.

Save the one who's alone first, then go for the others. Toast thought to himself as he turned around a sharp corner and headed down the stairwell to assist Fred. "Fred?! Fred! Where are you mate!?" He called out.

Colon and Ghost continued sprinting down the top floors hallway.

Colon clutched onto his flashlight, while Ghost clutched onto his salt knife.

The two suddenly snapped around a corner, pressing themselves against the wall. They stayed silent as the entities raced past them.

Colon was the first to take a deep breath and exhale again. Greedily sucking in air. "Oh.. my lord..." Colon put his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath.

Ghost put his hands on his head, breathing deeply. "Come on Chris, we... gotta find the others..." He panted, before quietly looking back out into the hall and looking around.

Colon threw his hands up slightly. "Here we go again." He muttered, following Ghost back the way they had came.

Fred sprinted up to a dead end. He slammed the palm of his hands against the wall. "No!" Spooker turned around to go back, but he was immediately faced up against seven different ghosts.

Spooker backed up, bumping into the wall with his back. He started to shake, breathing heavily.

The first entity lunged for him.

Spooker jolted and screamed, throwing his hands around as he closed his eyes.

A gun shot went off.

Spooker opened his eyes wide, seeing the first ghost poof into dust. The other six all looked at each other confused, before another went poof after another gun shot.

Spooker took this moment of hesitation and pulled out his own salt gun, and shooting at another ghost. Not to long after, all the ghosts in front of him were gone.

He could see Johnny Toast running up, with other entities chasing after him.

Fred quickly aimed his gun and fired it at the ghosts chasing Toast, covering the brit. "Johnny!"

The brit turned around after reaching Spooker and fired at the remaining entities. "There you are Spooker!"

Toast then turned to him after all the entities were gone. "Are you alright? Are you injured?" He asked.

Spooker shook his head. "N-No, I'm not hurt. What about the others though?"

"That's who we're going to go after next. Come on!" Toast gestured forward; before taking off again down the hall.

Spooker quickly followed the much taller brit.

Luckily, they didn't have to run much further, since they came to the main entry as Ghost and Colon sprinted in.

"Incoming!" Colon shouted, running up to Fred and Toast.

The four grouped together, watching as all the ghosts that had been chasing Ghost and Colon flooded the entryway and around them.

Spooker reached to his belt and pulled out several small silver balls.

Ghost did the same. "Ready Fred?" He asked.

Fred nodded. "I'm ready!"

A moment passed, and the ghosts all went and flew at the group of four.

Ghost raised his hand with the small silver balls. "NOW SPOOKER NOW!"

At those words, the two chucked the silver balls at their feet. A large salt like cloud filled the area around them, causing all the entities that had closed in on them to scream out, then suddenly poof into dust.

After the salt bombs, the house fell silent. Other than the four investigators heavy breathing.

Another moment.

Fred finally wobbled onto his knees, breathing a sigh of heavy relief. "Phew."

Colon went and plopped down on the floor, laying on his back. "Ok... minor miscount? Not. So much."

Ghost went and sat down on the floor, turning his head up and listening to his heart beat.

Toast remained standing, putting his hands on his hips and breathing deeply. "Hey now, at least we're all alright."

Ghost nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Johnny's right. Now... let's just go back to the apartment and take a break."

Colon gave a thumbs up.

Spooker nodded. "Ok."

Toast looked at Ghost. "Sounds good to me."

Ghost smiled to himself as the group stood back up and headed out of the hone. They just cleared a house, made a mistake, almost got killed, but they still succeeded. Ghost wasn't sure how yet. But at this moment, it didn't really matter did it?

They were unstoppable.

Right?

(Fin)