Toast ran as fast as he could down the street; he knew Maloney lived nearby, he hoped he could help him fend Jimmy off. His sides burned, his breathing was shallow, but still he ran, knowing he had no other choice. He would be killed if he stopped.

He made it to Maloney's door, banging loudly, not stopping until it was opened. Maloney stood there, looking confused and concerned. "What's wrong, Johnny?" He questioned, putting a hand on his shoulder. Toast panted, pointing behind him frantically.

"I'm-I'm being.. chased." He managed to get out, and Maloney thought for a moment.

"Okay-they aren't right behind you, let me go get my gun. Just in case." Toast nodded and tried to catch his breath, the officer stepping inside his house again. It didn't take long.

"Alright.. who did you say is chasing you?" Maloney questioned, and Toast frowned.

"It's-its hard to.. explain.." He panted. "Its.. it looks like Ghost. It's not him." He shook his head. "It's the-the-" Toast froze, hearing footsteps quickly approaching them.

Maloney noticed him tense, and quickly whirled around, gun drawn, safety clicking off. He points it at Jimmy, finger on the trigger threatening to shoot. "Don't move!" He screamed.

Jimmy laughed. "Go ahead and shoot me. I won't be injured, but Ghostie now.. He'll die. Trapped inside his own mind.. All alone, scared, angry."

"You're bluffing! He'll be fine!" Maloney shouted, and Jimmy laughed once more.

"Do you wanna take that chance?" He asked.

"If it means you die." Maloney pulled the trigger.

"No!" Toast's scream startled him, his hand jerked to the side, and the shot missed Jimmy, hitting the side of his house instead. Maloney stared in shock for a moment, and then he was on the ground, screaming as his own blood seeped through his clothes. Toast watched on in horror as Jimmy stood over him, pulling his knife back and looking up at Toast.

He scoffed, looking annoyed at all that had happened. He wasn't angry, or worried, it was as if all of this was just a minor annoyance. He might have just killed someone, he was hurting Ghost, and he had trapped one of Toast's friends.

Toast was angry, now.

He took a step towards Jimmy, glaring at him, and Jimmy took a step back. He tried to keep his annoyed look on his face, but Toast noticed the flicker of fear in his eyes as he walked towards him.

He couldn't hurt Toast unless Ghost let him.

Toast took another step forward, Jimmy took another one back. Jimmy flinched with every step Toast took, until he was backed against a wall, and Toast was getting even closer. "You can't hurt me, can you Jimmy?" He questioned, Jimmy was holding his head in his hands, wincing. "Ghost could hear me before... If you're still in there, Ghost, if you can still hear me talking, I love you too."

Jimmy shouted. "No, shut up! No, no, no! I won't listen to this, I'll kill you! Then I'll get rid of all of you, I'll kill everyone on this damn planet!"

Toast ignored him, and spoke louder. "I love you, and I will never leave you like that again. Please... listen to me."

Jimmy screamed.

YOU DIDN'T LISTEN

YOU SHOULD HAVE PREPARED