I just want to thank XxCreativeSpiritxX for the idea of this chapter!

"GUYS!!!!!!! WHERE IS KNIFEY?!?!?!" Jimmy yelled from his room. "Wherever you had him last." Ghost mumbled. "Jimmy walked past the Johnny's and into the living room. "Where's Knifey?!?!" Jimmy screamed, stoping his foot on the floor, then walking over to one of the chairs, flipping it over.

"Okay, Jimmy, calm down. We'll help you find Knifey. Okay?" Toast asked. "Thank you. I'll look upstairs, you two look down here." Jimmy giggled jumping up the stairs. "It's going to be one of those nights, isn't it?" Toast asked. "Yup."

-one hour later-

Jimmy was sitting on the couch, in a small ball. "I want Knifey back..." Jimmy mumbled. "We looked around the whole house, we can't find him sorry Jim-Jim." Toast said, sitting down next to Jimmy. "It's okay, thanks for trying."

-The next morning-

Jimmy was just waking up when he felt a sharp pain in his lower leg. "Ow!" Jimmy yelped. Jimmy pulled the blanket off him to find a slightly blood stained Knifey next to his bleeding leg.

"Knifey!" Jimmy yelled, hugging the knife, ignoring his bleeding leg. Jimmy's door soon burst open to reveal a frightened Toast and Ghost. "Jimmy, are you okay, we heard yell." Toast asked. "Couldn't be better!" Jimmy smiled, hugging Knifey tighter, slightly cutting his chest.

"O-okay..? We'll be in the kitchen making food if you need us." Ghost mumbled, closing the door.

"I love you, Knifey." Jimmy smiled even wider, if that was even possible.