We've Always Loved The Color RED

A New Problem

Toast was looking around the house, observing the room. He watched as Ghost stood up, then walking over to the stairs.

"I'll be back." Ghost told him. Toast nodded, putting his guard back up. He never knew what was going to happen next, although he enjoyed thinking that he did. He began to relax when suddenly he heard a loud thump and a frustrated yell. He stood up and walked over to the base of the stairs. 

"Sir? Are you ok?" Toast asked, a feeling of dread washing over him. He waited for about one minute before Ghost answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Ghost answered loudly. Toast figured he was in his room. 

"Why don't you come back down here?" Toast suggested.  

"No thanks ... i'm ok." Ghost mumbled. Toast now knew for sure that something was wrong, but since he couldn't see Ghost, he couldn't tell what..

"Can I come up?" Toast asked. He heard Ghost run back to his room, then coming back.

"Yeah." Ghost sighed. Toast walked up the stairs, being sure to keep his footsteps light. As soon as he rounded the corner he gasped. 

"S-Sir! You lied to me, you are not ok!" Toast exclaimed, speed walking over to Ghost. His hair was even messier than usual and had a large stream of blood running down his face. Ghost tried to back away, but Toast grabbed him. Toast held him tight as he pushed Ghost's bangs back so he could get a better look. Toast noticed how Ghost winced a bit. The injury wasn't to bad, but it was bleeding very badly. Toast was hoping Ghost didn't know, but he was pretty sure he did since it was dripping everywhere. 

"Tell me what really happened." Toast commanded. Ghost refused. Toast sighed. He really did admire Ghost's stubbornness, but now was not the time. 

"Sir, you really do need to tell me." Toast ordered. He noticed a sudden look of fear appear on Ghost's face. He could see his own eyes reflected in Ghost's. Toast noticed that they had a very bright green glow to them. Toast sighed, hugging Ghost. 

"I'm sorry Sir. I'm just concerned." Toast apologized. He didn't care if he got blood all over his clothes, he just wanted to make things better. 

"It's fine." Ghost sighed as he watched Toast's eyes go back to normal. Ghost observed the look on Toast's face go from concerned to relieved. 

"We should really do something about this..." Toast told Ghost, wiping a bit of the blood off of Ghost's forehead. Ghost nodded. Toast noticed Ghost's eyes began to turn red again. Toast sat Ghost down right where he was at. He grabbed a towel from his bathroom and pressed it against Ghost's forehead. 

"Is it bad?" Ghost asked with a nervous tone. 

"No Sir." Toast lied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. Ghost didn't quite believe him. 

"You still look a bit worried..." Ghost mumbled. Toast smiled, chuckling.

"Well of course I am!" Toast exclaimed, flipping the towel over. Ghost rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He began to relax a bit when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Should we answer?" Ghost asked. Toast shook his head, standing up. 

"I'll be right back." Toast told him. He walked down the stairs and grabbed a few medical supplies. He jogged back up the stairs and sat down next to Ghost. He unraveled some gauze. 

"I'm just going to wrap this around your head." Toast told him. Toast made sure to be gentle. Ghost winced as Toast tied it very snuggly. 

"I think you should go and wash the bl-... you know what... off of your face." Toast suggested. Ghost nodded. The two stood up. Ghost walked to his room. Ghost rounded the corner, then seeing something that made his stop dead in his tracks. His own reflection. He looked like someone who had just fought his way out of a mental hospital. He had apparently lost weight, so much that his hoodie went down to the mid thigh area. His hair was a mess, and the bloody gauze wrapped around his head didn't help his image either. His face was covered in dried blood, and his eyes looked a little foggy. Ghost walked up to the mirror. He drew his fist back, then forcefully bringing it forward. He watched as the mirror shattered, the glass raining down onto the tile. Ghost watched as blood began to pour from his hand. The corners of his mouth began to twitch. He heard footsteps. Ghost turned to see Toast. 

"Sir?" Toast questioned. He sounded scared. Ghost couldn't help but smile. For some reason he found Toast's fear absolutely hilarious. 

"What's wrong?" Ghost asked, his smile growing even wider. He began to walk towards Toast. Toast backed up slowly.

"N-n-nothing Sir." Toast stuttered. Toast was hoping Ghost couldn't tell he was lying. Ghost continued to walk towards him until Toast could back up any farther. He could hear the uncertainty in Toast's voice. Ghost began to giggle.

"Why are you lying?" Ghost questioned. Toast's eyes grew wide. Ghost could hear Jimmy giggling. 

Well then... we're going to have fun aren't we? Jimmy asked. Ghost nodded in response. 

"Sir... please... you're scaring me..." Toast told him. Ghost's giggle turned into a deranged laugh. Ghost began to twitch. Toast started to shake in fear. Ghost had finally lost it.