RP 1 Part 3

Jimmy sighed as he carried Toast back to The Toasted Ghost.  He looked back a bit to make sure the other Johnny was still following.  Ghost was walking further behind Jimmy, thinking about what had just happened.  Toast meanwhile was limp in Jimmy’s arms.  He glanced over at the other Johnny as well.

"Ghost, don't fall behind, alright?"  Jimmy called back.

“I won’t, let’s just hurry.”  He says.

"I am going as fast as I can right now."  Jimmy says, huffing a bit.  His arm still hurt from when Jamie bit him.

They soon all arrived at The Toasted Ghost.  Toast had actually fallen sound asleep with Jimmy carrying him.  “You want anything for that?”  Ghost asked, pointing to Jimmy’s bleeding arm.

"I'm fine Johnny, don't worry."  Jimmy said.  He planned to take care of it on his own actually.

“Alright.”  Ghost says, going to the kitchen to make some coffee.  Jimmy set Toast down on the couch so that he can rest.  The sleeping Johnny then let out a snore as he lay on the couch.

"Yikes, he snores loudly."  Jimmy says, walking to the kitchen.

“Do you want any coffee Jimmy?”  Ghost asks while making himself a cup.

"Nah.  I don't like coffee.  And I doubt you want ME of all people to get that energy boost."  He chuckled.

“I suppose not….”  Ghost says, imagining the horror that could come from a hyper Jimmy.

Jimmy chuckles, grabbing a red apple out of the fridge.  "We really need more stuff to eat.  I mean, fruit is fine, but it's going to rot."

“And you think pork roast won’t?”  He laughs.

"Well, yeah....but that's for a meal when all of us are conscious."  Jimmy chuckled.

“He’ll wake up soon, I hope.”  Ghost laughs, a horrible time for humor.

Jimmy rolls his eyes.  "Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to laugh in grim situations."  He says.

“Well, I should get some rest.”  He yawns as he walks to his room.

"Have good dreams."  Jimmy says, sorting through the food in the fridge and taking out the rotten stuff.

“I highly doubt I will…”  He whispers.

Jimmy glances over before tossing out the rotten food.

After he finished cleaning, Jimmy sat down in a chair in the living room, glancing over at the sleeping Toast.  He chuckled a bit before resting his head on the back of the chair and dozing off to sleep.

*Timeskip to later in the night*

Jimmy was sound asleep in the chair.  Maybe not the most comfortable, but the couch was taken.  As he was sleeping, he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched.  He groaned a bit, forcing his eyes open lazily.  He then saw Maxwell, still in Ghost’s body, standing on the other side of the chair, looking down at him, smirking a bit.  “Wake up sleepy head…”  He said in a creepy manner.

Jimmy's eyes widened and he stood up quickly.  "Yikes!  I get it, you're a ghost.  That doesn't mean you should creep on me when I'm sleeping!"  He says somewhat loudly.  Toast, meanwhile, simply changed his position on the couch with a face of discomfort.

“Oh, please excuse me, but I believe we had a ‘deal’ to attend to?”  Maxwell chuckles.

Jimmy nodded a bit.  "Yeah.  So I suppose that means you're accepting my proposal?"  He questions.

“I believe so.”

Jimmy nods a bit.  "Alright then, let's get this over with."

“So we keep it as we said before?”  He asks, showing no emotion.

"Yeah."  The killer says, nodding in confirmation.

Maxwell then suddenly leaves Ghost’s body, lunging at Jimmy with a smirk on his face.  Jimmy closes his eyes quickly, preparing himself to fight back against Maxwell's attempts at controlling him.  Maxwell, in his ghostly form, suddenly enters the killer's body.  It causes a wave of pain to go through Jimmy's body as he closes his eyes, holding his head.

Ghost then wakes up, finding himself on the floor.  “Huh?  What happened?”  He questions, standing and seeing Jimmy.  “Jimmy, you alright?”  He asks.

Toast then wakes up about the same time, seeing Jimmy standing there holding his head.  He stands and walks over to him.  “Jimmy?”  He inquires, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

"St-Stay back!"  Jimmy shouts, holding his head tightly in pain.  It hurt severely having someone trying to control his shattered mind.

Toast backs up a bit.  “What’s wrong?”  He asks, his face full of worry.  Ghost had the same worried expression, but obeys and stays away from Casket.

"I-It's Maxwell..."  Jimmy says, his eyes a shade of deep red.  They only got like that when he was severely mad or murderous.

Toast quickly goes over to Ghost.  “Sir, you must back up further, he might try to kill us.”  He warns, going in from of Johnny to protect him in case Jimmy snaps.

Ghost back up a bit more.  “I-It’s Maxwell, he must’ve done something to Jimmy!!”  He says quickly.

“Jimmy looks like he has it under control….”

A faint red glow goes around Jimmy’s eyes a moment before fading again.  "G-GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"  He shouts in anger and pain.

It is clear that Ghost is fighting the urge to go and help Jimmy.  “Jimmy, you can stop him!  I know you can!”  Toast says, trying to encourage him.  “You can do it Casket!”

Jimmy looks over at them.  He was clearly in pain, but smiles a bit, closing his eyes tightly.  "You can't beat me Maxwell!!"  He says loudly.  Ghost still has the worried look on his face as he watches.

*In Jimmy’s head*

“You’ve lost your strength.”  Maxwell laughs maniacally.

*Back to reality*

Jimmy smirks a bit, eyes turning bright red.  His teeth sharpen to a point and he laughs.  "You're so wrong Maxwell!!  I've been holding back!"  He says.

*In Jimmy’s head AGAIN*

“Huh?” Maxwell questions.

*Back to reality again*

"Now....GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"  Jimmy shouts, using his power to force Maxwell back out of his body.

Once Maxwell is forced back out of Jimmy’s body, both of them were panting a bit, heavily exhausted by the little event.  Ghost then sees Maxwell, scowling.  “MAXWELL!!”  He says loudly, in an angry tone.

“Nice job Jimmy!”  Toast congratulated, smiling.

Jimmy smiled a bit, his teeth returning to normal and his eyes going back to their normal shade of red.  "Thanks Toaster...."  He chuckled, smiling a bit.

“Fine, you may win this time Casket….but I will be back.”  Maxwell says as he fades away.

Jimmy smiled a bit....before falling backwards from exhaustion, landing on the ground with a loud thud.

Ghost quickly rushes to the killer’s side.  “Jimmy!?  Jimmy!?!”  He exclaims, fearing the worst.

“Jimmy!”  Toast shouted, running over and checking Jimmy’s pulse just in case.  He then smiled and sighed in relief upon finding he was still alive.  “He’s just exhausted.  Let’s let him sleep.”  He then carried Jimmy into his room, carefully laying him in bed.  Jimmy was sound asleep, dreaming about blood and stabbing.

*Time skipping alert!!  Timeskip to the next day*

Toast was in the kitchen, making coffee for himself and Ghost.  “So sir, any jobs?”  He asks.

“Yes, I have one set up for about 2:00….But until then we should be able to ask Jimmy some questions.  Whenever he wakes up that is.”  Ghost says, looking through some job notes.

“Alright sir.”  Toast said, handing Johnny a cup of coffee.

“Thank you Johnny.”  Ghost says, taking the cup and drinking some of the coffee.

After a bit, the two heard Jimmy walking from his room.  He still looked tired, but at least he was conscious now.

“Sir, I think now is the time to ask him questions.”  Toast said, drinking his coffee.

“Alright, I’ll go first.  Why was Maxwell trying to possess you?”  Ghost asks, looking at the killer.

Jimmy sat down near Johnny, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  "I made a deal with him.  If he could possess me...well, he would have control over me.  If he tried and failed, he would leave us alone."  He said simply.

“I hardly believe that he’ll leave us alone.  He must have something planned for you….”  He responds, wearing a worried expression.

"Maybe he does have a plan.....I'll just have to keep my eyes out I guess."  Jimmy sighs.

“You think you can handle yourself this afternoon?  Me and Toast are going out for another job.”

"I'll be alright.  Maxwell is probably still recovering like I am anyhow."  Jimmy chuckles.

Toast then speaks up.  “Since when can you change into some monster?”  He asks.

"Since.....I don't know.  As long as I can remember.  It's really rare though, and only when I get really angry.  It makes me more murderous than I already am too."  He says, laughing faintly.

“Wow.”  Toast says.  The phone then rings.  He goes over and answers it.  “Hello?  This is the office of P.I.E., what can we do for you?”  He asks.  There is some muffled talking on the other end that only Toast can really understand, since the others are too far away.  After the call, he puts down the phone and turns to his boss.  “Sir, we have a new one.  It does pay a lot, but they need us there right now.”  He says.

“Alright, let’s go.”  Ghost says.  He then turns to Jimmy.  “Don’t burn the place down, alright?”  He questions, grabbing his ghost hunting gear

"I'll try not to."  Jimmy chuckles, going and sitting on the couch.  "Have fun hunting ghosts and stuff."

“Have fun watching TV and the like.”  Toast said, already leaving the house with Ghost.  Both of them quickly make their way to the job, leaving the killer at home alone.  Jimmy smiles, switching on the TV and just watching some random shows.

After a while with Jimmy resting on the couch, a chill suddenly fills the room.  He glances around, wondering what it was, when suddenly Maxwell materializes in front of him.  "Hello Casket.  I'm baaaaack!"  He laughs, smirking a bit.

Jimmy scowls slightly.  "What're you doing here?  We had a deal."  He hissed.

"Indeed we did.  I'm still sticking to it as well.  I just remembered what you said, and found a loophole."  He chuckled.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said that I had to leave the Johnnys alone.  Last time I checked, your name is Jimmy."  The cowboy said with a smirk.

Jimmy's eyes widened as he realized the mistake he had made.  "Fudge...."  He murmured, quickly grabbing his knife.

Maxwell grabs his gun swiftly, shooting at Jimmy.  The killer quickly ducks, moving forward and slashing at Maxwell.  His movements were a bit sluggish though, as he still wasn't fully recovered.  Maxwell smirks a bit at seeing Jimmy’s slowed movements.  Realizing that he can’t seem to use his gun against Casket, he decides to use his fists.  Jimmy, not expecting that Maxwell would start using his fists rather than his pistol, was unable to avoid some of the blows that the ghost inflicted upon him.  Those, plus the stab wounds that were still trying to heal and the bite wounds on his arm, put him through immense pain.

“Had enough yet, Casket?”  He asks with a smirk.

"As if, Acachalla."  Jimmy replies, slashing across Maxwell's chest quickly.

“URG!”  Maxwell sounded out in pain before he falls to the ground.

The killer smiled, wiping some of his blood off of his cheek as he stood over Maxwell.  "This was fun Maxwell, but I think it's about time you die for good."  He said, raising his special knife.

“Go ahead Casket, kill me.  Kill your friend.  You deserve a little victory now and then.  I am just wondering, why did you hesitate to kill me from the start?”  He questions.

"You were my friend before, but not now.  You've ruined that by hurting Ghost."  Jimmy said coldly, getting ready to stab Maxwell.

Just before Jimmy was about to stab Maxwell, the ghost gets up, grabs Jimmy's hands, and pins him to the ground.  He smirks and chuckles faintly.  "This has been fun, but it's time to draw this game to a close."

"What are you-" Jimmy started, but was stopped as Maxwell put his hand over the killer's mouth tightly.  He could hear Ghost's car pulling up outside.  But before they could open the door, the ghost smirked and teleported himself and Jimmy away to who knows where.

Toast and Ghost then both walked into the house, looking around.  “Jimmy, we’re home!”  Toast yelled.  But there was only silence in the house, as well as a bit of a mess in the living room.  The chair was on its side, there was a bullet hole in the wall, some blood on the ground, and some of what seemed to be burn marks on the couch.

Ghost looked around at the damage.  “This place is a mess….what did Jimmy do?”  He asks.

Toast went to look to see if Jimmy was in his room.  Upon seeing he wasn’t, he walked back out into the living room.  “Jimmy’s not here.”  He says.

“Where could he be…?  I bet it was Maxwell’s doing.”  He says, clenching his fist in anger.

“Let’s track him down.”  Toast says, nodding a bit.

“How are we supposed to do that?  They could be anywhere….”  Ghost says, extremely worried.

“Well….I put a tracker in Jimmy’s shirt.  We can use that.” Toast responds.

“You put a tracker in his shirt….?”  Ghost questions, looking at his partner with a confused expression.

“You don’t know this, but he sometimes gets lost…”  Toast said.  Though, most times he’s gotten lost, he’s been drunk.  He goes over, picking up a tracking device and turning it on.  He then smiled.  “Found him.”  He chimed, grabbing a ghost gun and going to the car.  “Come on sir!”  Ghost nods and runs after Toast, climbing in the car.  They then drive off to search for Jimmy.

*With Maxwell and Jimmy*

Jimmy was out cold on the floor of where Maxwell had brought him.  The teleporting had knocked him unconscious.  Though, after a few moments, he groaned and opened his eyes, sitting up.  "Ow...my head...."  He murmured.  He then glanced around, seeing that his arms had been chained to the wall behind him, and his legs to the ground.  Luckily there was a bit of extra chain so he could still move a bit.  "What the....."  He questioned, trying to see where he was, but the room was just too dark.

“Hello Jimmy.  Welcome to my humble home.”  Maxwell says in a mocking way from the darkness.

Jimmy scowls, standing up and pulling at the chains.  "You coward!  Chaining me up like this!"  He growled.

“Don’t hurt yourself Casket.”  The ghost laughs.

"Why is it so dark!?  I can't see anything..."  Jimmy growled, continuing to pull on the chains, but to no avail.

“That’s because there’s no light in the underworld.”  Maxwell says while smirking.

Jimmy pauses.  "U-underworld....?  Why did you bring me here of all places?  I'm not ready to join the ghost plane yet."  He says, chuckling faintly.

“Maybe not yet….but soon enough you will.”  Maxwell chuckled, turning on a small light in the room.  It revealed that the rather large room was filled with all kinds of torture devices and tools, all of which looked very painful.

The killer looked around, eyes widening a bit when he saw all the potentially harmful tool of torture around them.  "Oh no...."  He murmured under his breath.

*To be continued….with torture….*