Fan: Jimmy Casket's secret

Chapter One: The Incident
"Well done, sir," Johnny Toast said to his best friend from P.I.E., "I would happily put money on the chance that that ghost will never bother anyone again." "Oh, come on, Toast! Give yourself some credit. You were the one brave enough to act as bait. I merely engaged the trap." The legendary duo walked down an alley as a shortcut to P.I.E. HQ. They almost immediately regretted that decision. Some shadowy figure walked behind them. It shouted to get their attention. The exact moment Johnny Ghost turned to face the figure was also the exact moment he was shot in the arm. "Give me everything you have and you don't die like your friend." The voice demanded. "You know what," Toast grumbled, anger slowly rising within him, "I have a better idea. How about you bugger off and I'll forget this happened?" The shadowy figure sneered in response. "As you wish." Johnny Toast moved faster than one would expect a human to go. The figure had no chance. One second it was aiming a gun at its victim, the next, its arm was broken, it was on its knees, and the victim had the gun. Johnny Toast aimed down the sights and was about to fire when Johnny Ghost whispered a weak protest. Johnny Toast wheeled around like a hurricane. "Sir, are you all right?" "Yes, I'm fine. Calm down and give me the gun." Hmm, strange. His voice was louder now, almost... happier. "Very well, sir, here you are." Johnny Toast then turned to look at the victim. As he turned, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. Something moved, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was caught on the side of the head and swallowed by darkness. "Ah, so that's what unconsciousness feels like."