--Ghost's POV--

After a long argument with a guy in my head, Jimmy Casket, (am I crazy yet?) he filled me in on everything while we were 'sleeping. He said that he really wanted to kill me, several times, so now I just think That finding Toast is best for this, possibly a life-or-death situation.

At some point, no joke, a triangle with limbs, an eye, a cane a top hat and a weird looking bow tie, came in through the tear in my mind, grabbed a shadowy kid sitting in the corner of my brain, and left. It was weird to watch, but after the kid was gone, I felt more awake. "What was that?" I asked Casket as was I'm assuming is a personified Illuminati closed up the rip with a zipper.

"Someone else on my kill to death list." He smiled, "but Knifey won't appear here until your in charge... That makes things sooo boring when we're both passed out..."

"But I'm controlling my body, I'm just asleep, according to you crazy mind being who I am so asking Toast about," I replied.

Casket shook his head, smiling, "Listen, I'm in control becauseI was knocked out second. If your physical self regains consciousness before mine, all will be good for you... More or less." He began singing about murder and killing people with, sadly, a very catchy tune, probably a nursery rhyme

"Can you sing something nice?" I said, rolling my eyes, and trying to wake back up.

"Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save..." He sang, giggling, "Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave!"

"Okay, never mind." I looked back. Suddenly, there was this big thump, and for a moment, felt weightless, when a sudden crash woke me up. I was still tied up, and in front of me, I think someone was going mad. I couldn't tell who it was, I think they were throwing their voice, but they kept whispering 'Cawdboawd Fwiend,' over and over. It was kinda annoying.

I chewed my way out of the ropes, and when that didn't work, Spencer came in and freed me.

"Why the change of heart, Spencer? I was almost out." I lied through my teeth. He just helped me out of the trunk, and over to a group of people. I'll be honest, I wasn't sure if I was 100% awake yet, everything was still all topsy.

Nearby, Dipper, I think, was crumpled on the ground, whispering to himself. Everything on him was changing color schemes... Is that what it looks like when I become Casket? Jeez, that's weird.

"Hold it, does Dipper has his own Casket?" Spencer thought about it, Spooker nodded instantly though.

"Think of it ath kid Cathket, being forever controlled by an evil monthter who will tear you limb from limb if you make him mad." He paused, "or even let him thee you."

"Oh." I looked to Dipper, "so why aren't we running?"

"Mabel'th inthisthiting it could just be a bad dream... But wif Cardboard so clothe... I'm beginnging to think thith ithn't a cointhidenthe. Did anything happen in your mind while you were asleep?"

"Something I think was an evil Dorito with arms and legs, and actually really dapper clothes, came in and drug away a shadow kid that was sitting in the corner of my mind." Spencer face palmed.

"GREGORY'TH IN DIPPER." Spencer yelled out. Spooker screamed and almost left, but Maxwell grabbed him by an arm and kept him from leaving.

"See, Spooker this is what I'm talking about. At any sign of danger, you and Colon turn and run away. I have a feeling Colon had a head start..." I said, searching for the purple-beanied PIE assistant.

"DUDE, COLON'S DEAD," Spooker said, looking hurt.

"... Sorry, Casket filled me in on this... Let me guess, there are no giant chocolate teddy bears are screaming songs in acapella?" I asked. Everyone gave me a look.

"Maybe!" Mabel said, "Now that you've put the ideas in our head..."

I just stared as Dipper started moving. "Hey, I think he's awake." I said as the Dipper-not-Dipper thing woke up. His eyes were so dark they were almost black, even I could tell sometime else was off. But Mabel, didn't stop shaking him, she looked horrified. 

"Dipper? Are you alright? Who's Cardboard Friend?" She questioned, horrified. Maxwell pryed Gregory, I'm guessing, from Mabel. She struggled as we started running, she kept calling for Dipper, I think she still thought it was a coincidence. I tried following, but Casket was giving me such a headache, a more or less staggered after them.

I looked behind me to see a thing of boxes talking to Dipper/Gregory/person. Casket almost literally screamed and I kept running, this time Casket helping. Wow, that's... not very assuring. This thing must be pretty bad.

I caught up after a couple minutes when they started slowing down a bit. "So where are we going?"

"To get Toast. We're almost there." Ford said, pointing at a gray bubble with a piece of bread and the PIE logo on it. It was pretty close, fortunately.

"YES!" I cheered, ignoring Casket's mini hissy fit. 

"Wait, don't we need Dipper to do the prophecy thing a ma gig?" Maxwell asked from where he was floating, comforting Mabel.

"PPFT! I don't care about that crap. I just want to find Toast." I said, marching to the bubble. Stan stopped me, glaring. I glared back, obviously. 

"Who's Gregory anyways?" Maloney asked. I don't spend much time with him... Considering he was an evil bird in disguise. 

"Another murderer from Ghost'th head, but THEEBF makes their 'victemth' go inthane... Why do you think Cathket ith the way he ith?" Spencer explained, not looking back.

"SO DIPPER'S GOING TO GO CRAZY?!" Mabel and her 'Grunkles' looked heart-wrentched.

I thought for a second, "hey, does NO ONE realise that that kid was inside my head for who knows how long, and I'M not crazy?!"

"Cardboard alwayth maketh you forget meeting him." Spencer rolled his eyes, "Tho you're a thepcial cathe. If Dipper rememberth what he theeth while THEEBF ith in control..." He nodded to Mabel, "Then Mabel'th right."

"Okay. Change of plans. You guys save Dipper, I'm going after Toast." I said, ready to go to the bubble.

"Hold it! Someone needs to keep an eye on you!" Stan huffed, giving me a look, "after what happened at the mall..."

"What happened at the mall?" I asked, "nevermind! I don't care." I started walking back away.

"I'll go! Spooker chirped, "anything to stay away from Boxything!"

GREAAT. This is going to suck. Ugh...

--Toast's POV (couple hours later)--

"TOAST!" Colon shouted from the basement, "something's wrong!" 

"What's wrong, Colon?" I replied, continuing to answer calls. So far we've had two jobs, and we caught one of them! I was so proud of us, I'm taking all of us out for pizza tonight. "Did that poltergeists escape?"

"NO! IT'S GHOST AND SPOOKER!" He yelled back. I instantly dashed down, not looking back. 

When I walked in, it looked... Off.

One of sir's eyes were blood red and his hoodie was a sea gray. He had a wild look in his eye, and he was confused as heck, eyes darting everywhere. His mouth was twitching uncontrollably, and when he saw me, he smiled and almost started crying. Spooker... He was a ghost. He kept looking back at Colon, not knowing whether to smile or cry. In his hands he clutched a ripped black cat beanie baby. One of his arms were leaking red fluids... I'm assuming blood. Both were covered in dirt and stuff, looking worse for wear.

"Johnny?" Ghost smiled. He was acting like he hasn't seen me in ages.

"Sir, are you okay? Weren't you just... Upstairs? I could've sworn you were upstairs.

"What?" His voice cracked. "Johnny... I just got here..."

Colon looked at me, "they just showed up here, looking for you! What should I do?"

"I... I don't know..." I choked, sir stared at me, looking betrayed. "How do I know your real?"

"... What? You... Don't you believe it's me?" He started crying, "I'm Johnny Ghost! Your best friend since you were eight! I- I... You helped me through the worst times of my life!" He started thinking harder, "o-once... We visited that place... With the Trolleys... I... I was on a skateboard and I ran into one?" He shook his head, "I'm afraid of jumping! You do macoroni! I once went back in time at least FIVE TIMES to SAVE YOUR LIFE!" I didn't know what to say.

"That... Isn't evidence..." Colon said, frowning. Spooker didn't know what to say, he was at a loss for words.

"Please! You've got to believe me!" Johnny said.

"I'm not sure I can..." I said. This was reality, wasn't it? That was a dream, right? Is it just me, or does Colon look smug?

"Just... Come back with us! We'll show you real evidence! I promise, please!" He was practically begging

"No! Johnny, he could be taking you to the Housekeeper's dimension! Don't trust him!"

"I don't know what to do!" I cried out, beginning to feel overwhelmed. Sir... Normal sir from upstairs walked in and saw... Whatever this was. He acted quickly, grabbing one of the Ghost- catching machines and throwing it to them. Spooker was pulled in, screaming.

"What the?" Tattered Ghost looked horrified, "Your not me... Your a FAKE ME!" He started baking up, but Colon tried another Ghost-box under him and he disappeared.

I was relieved, but something was nagging...

I think I believed them... I can't tell whats real anymore...

What am I doing wrong?