There was a knock on the door of the hotel room. Toast really didn't want to answer it, he just wanted to be left alone, but he got up and opened it anyways.

The door opened, and he gasped. Ghost stood there, covered in blood. "J-Johnny? What happened to you? Are-are you okay?" He was about to reach out for him, to pull him inside and help him, when Ghost lets out a laugh. He paused, looking up at him with wide eyes.

That didn't sound like Ghost.

"What-what's wrong with you? If you're hurt, why-why are you laughing?" Toast questioned. Ghost stepped towards him, and Toast took a step back. He laughed louder.

"It's not my blood, idiot." He shook his head at Toast, closing the door behind him. "I'm not your boyfriend, either. I'm sure you've guessed that by now. The name's Jimmy Casket." He chuckled. Toast shook his head.

"What did you do to him?" He questions, voice wavering. Jimmy pulled out his knife, and grinned.

"Well he's not dead. Pretty angry at you, though... You did abandon him, when he needed you the most..." Jimmy taunted him, moving as slow as possible towards him. Toast shook his head.

"I-I didn't know, I.. I would have helped him! J-Johnny.." He let out a choked cry, covering his mouth with his hand. "I didn't know.." He whispered.

Ghost could hear him, somewhere in the back of his own mind. He heard Toast speaking, heard how upset he sounded, and he knew what Jimmy was going to do, he knew, and he needed to stop him. For once he felt he might have the power to stop him.

So he screamed. He screamed and screamed, hoping Jimmy would hear him, hoping he could stop him and take control over his own body.

"Stop!" He cried. "Stop, stop, no! I changed my mind! Don't hurt him, please!"

"Shut up." Jimmy growled, confusing Toast. "You agreed to this. You wanted me to take care of it. Stay out if it."

Ghost was scared, of course he was, but he knew that he had to face it this time. So he continued to scream, hoped it would be able to stop him. He wasn't sure what he was saying anymore, didn't know if they were words or not, until suddenly.

"I love him!" He screamed. Jimmy staggered back, away from Toast, and held his head.

He shakes it off, and mutters back. "I'm stronger than you now. I am in control here! You stay out of it!" He shouted, and Ghost realized something. All along, he had been held back by the emotions Ghost felt, he had been held back by his love of his friends, of his love for Johnny. He had been held back even by his anger-that had to be the reason he offered to get rid of it.

So again, and again he screamed, "I love him, I love him, I love him," until Jimmy was on his knees, gripping his head and shaking.

"No, no!" He shouted. Ghost screamed once more, and suddenly he was in control, for just a moment. He screams again, and this time is in control longer, though he knows he can't fight longer.

"Run!" He screamed to Toast. "Run, get out of here! I'm sorry, I can't hold him I-" He let out a pained scream, his head felt like it was about to burst. "I love you! Go!"

Toast nodded and ran past him, unable to say a word as he made it out the door. Ghost fought to stay in control for another minute, hoping to gain Toast more time to run, but eventually he couldn't hold him back.

Jimmy let out an angry shout, grabbing his knife that he had dropped and rushing out the door after Toast.