The death of Johnny Toast - Venturiantale Oneshot

Lost

After all those years of working side by side Johnny Toast never thought it would all end like this. It had all been too much for him.

He had once felt as if he was on top of the world. Working beside his best friend, getting into dangerous situations together, fighting against ghost, tornadoes, and all other sorts of unexplainable forces, it filled his life with excitement.

And no matter what situation they faced, whenever he was beside Johnny Ghost, there was no place he rather to be.

He would have walked through hell for Ghost, his boss, his partner, his absolute best friend.

He would have never imagined that it would be taken away from him.

It had been just another day, just another simple ghost mission.

But it turned out to be the most life changing experience he'll ever have.

It happened all so fast.

At one moment, Johnny Ghost was fine, excited to be looking for the ghost.

But the next moment, all Toast could remember, was the sight of blood, and the face of Jimmy casket coming right at him.

Bang.

He could still remember how the pistol in his hand shook when he had pulled the trigger, sending the bullet into the body of his friend, piercing a hole in his heart.

The thud of his body as it fell to the floor made Toast shiver as he watched him stop moving.

He couldn't look away.

His friend, Johnny Ghost, was dead, because of him.

Why? Why now?

Those words repeated in his head like a broken tape.

Nothing was right after that.

Toast sunk into a deep depression.

He couldn't go back to working at p.i.e headquarters. There was no point to working there without Ghost. It would be too much for him to return to the office.

Toast's grandmother, the only other person Toast could speak to, had given him a loan, just enough for him to take care of himself until he was back on his feet again.

Toast used the money for paying for food, water, and other apartment needs, although he couldn't bring himself to eat. Food was sickening.

The money was also used for therapy. It didn't help him much. The medication was useless.

It had been to the point where he couldn't live in his apartment anymore, and he had moved out. He moved into a less renovated building, but he didn't care. It was better then living in the apparent he used to share with his dead friend.

But when rent became too much, he had no choice but to find a job.

It was tough, but the only thing he could do was hunt for ghost.

He had hired another partner, a friend that he used to go to high school with.

It just wasn't  the same. He just wasn't Ghost.

Ben was more focused on earning money, and Toast didn't have the time or energy to care.

Ghost was more about living in the moment, enjoying the mission together as they ran around, acting like children as they did their job. Toast shed tears as he remembered him, smiling a sad smile randomly. Ben always blankly stared at him as if he were crazy.

One day, Ben disappeared during a mission, and went missing. Toast assumed he was killed. It hurt, having to lose another friend, even if he wasn't as close as he was with Ghost.

He spent the rest of his life in his apartment, where he ate and slept all day, drowning in his own sorrows.

It was... So quiet.

Another day.

Looking outside. Should he face the world?

No. What was the point?

His life has no meaning anymore, not to anyone.

Maybe... He'll make a friend?

But why?

What was the point?

It was just... So quiet.

Toast walked down the hall, these thoughts overwhelming him. As he walked, he caught something in the corner of his eye.

It... It was Ben?

But... Why?

Was... he going crazy?

Were the doctors right?

...

He followed the vision.

"Don't leave me... Not you too..."

He collapsed, his brain failing.

He let out his final breath.

"No..."

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Soooo this was based on one of venturiantales resent vids...

Also hi... Anyone remember me?

No?

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