--Johnny Ghost's PoV--

"DUCK!" I shouted, leaping to the floor as another volley of glass flew over my head. Toast ducked behind a large cabinet, shivering. "I was not expecting level four poltergeists... How much free time did he have in prison?" I groaned, crawling over to where my partner was hiding.

"I'm not sure, sir, but I'm guessing about a lot. I'm scared that at there might be a level five somewhere here." Toast replied, yelping as a fork slammed into the wood next to his right ear, directly above my forehead. 

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" I shouted, pulling my dapper partner through the flat. 

"Hahaha, when are they going to throw the knives?"Jimmy laughed in my mind, giving me a slight headache. 

"Crap. Johnny, He-who-must-NEVER-be-named awake."

"Try not to get cut, sir. Gavin should be on the top floor." He told me, ducking a bit as a water glass flew past us. "Only a bit farther- We need to shoot this thing, now!"

"He'll know we're coming!" I replied.

"He should know we're coming anyways, sir! I mean, come on, it's not like we're being all that stealthy." Toast said, loading his pistol and firing it at the wispy spirit's outline. A terrible, inhuman screech sounded, echoing through the building. We were on the third floor, fourth being the top when a door on the first floor slammed open. Toast was busy trying to banish a really tricky level two.

"Go see what it is." I told him, "I'll get Gavin. I don't want to go through the mental trauma of thinking you were replaced." 

"No, your coming with me. One false move could set you off the rocker and he knows this! Remember the batman haunting at the Acachalla's?"

"No..." He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but I don't want to. I was teetering on the edge the whole time... The halfway point is the worst, you know."

"I know, 'a battle for the mind, feeling so in control, yet so lost and wrong.' I know sir, you've told me."

"Right... Yeah, let's go." I started following him, "if Gavin's gone when we go back up-"

"We'll find him again. Knowing his history it won't be hard." I couldn't help but get a sense of dread.

"I have no idea how your so optimistic, Johnny," I muttered and we crept down the stairs, hushed voices echoing from around the corner. "Hey, do they sound famil- it's Sherlock and John."

"Crap. Let's go get Gavin, hurry." Johnny said, pulling me back up, "We don't want anyone getting hurt."

"No, we don't want murder charges on us if Casket breaks out," I muttered.

"I'M INSULTED TOASTER!" Jimmy shouted, hitting the walls of my mind harder.

"Shut it," I whispered as we reached the top floor. I started opening a door and jumped at how creaky it was, then I realized it was Casket going 'kreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' to annoy me. Jerk. "Toast, you take control of this, the psychopath in my head's an idiot."

"Alright." Toast nodded, stepping in front of me just as the lights flashed out. I turned on my flashlight to see Toast gone and Sherlock on the steps.

"Where's John?" He asked me, voice steady, but hostile.

"Whoa, we didn't touch him." I told him, "what did you do to Toast? Because I swear if you touched him-"

"You're unstable, currently. Well, it's possibly best we combine evidence to piece together what happened to out partners."

"... It was dark, and Toast disappeared. Gavin is nearby. Blah blah, stab, Casket's a jerk." I said, pulling out my tea thermos to find it empty. "GAVIN YOU STABBING JERK I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SPLEEN," I shouted to no one.

"Well, that was productive. What happened to us is that an apparition of some sorts, possibly a hologram produced by a hidden camera, it somehow grabbed John, tapped me on the head and I appeared on the staircase with you... Just... There."

"That was rude," I muttered, "Well, that was most likely a level five specter. Their usually peaceful and they don't touch people much, but Gavin makes them hostile and forces them to do his bidding. Even the weaker ones can teleport like no-one's business, the stronger ones can bust electric circuits and take people with them... Level Five is still too weak for both... Maybe Gavin summoned two?" 

"You're expecting me to believe that ghosts are real?"

"Yes," I replied, smirking.

"First bird aliens, now ghosts... This is so improbable, this goes against everything I know." Sherlock groaned.

"Don't forget psychopathic mass-murderers sharing bodies with a ghost hunter."

"I honestly thought your job was fake and that you were a junkie," Sherlock confessed shamelessly, opening a nearby door.

"Jerk."

"Incompetent child-man with family issues."

"Me?" I asked, noticing Jimmy's request to kill him. "He should be behind here. Let's go."

Why is he so annoying... I miss Toast already.

--Johnny Toast's PoV--

"I promise you, I'm Johnathan Toast!" I insisted, Gavin next to me, looking awestruck.

"No, I'm Johnathan Toast!" He replied. He gave me a nick on my face, right where his scar is, and turned off his powers (his eyes were no longer lime green) so now we're perfectly identical. Crap.

"Whichever one of you is Gavin has a twisted sense of humor," John mumbled, still holding the gun toward me. This was a common guessing game of Gavin's. Kill one of us, or we all die. I think he forgot we can come back from the dead because he was putting a lot of thought into it. "Which one of you deals macaroni?"

"Both of us," I told him, trying to sound polite, Gavin mimicking my every motion.

The gun was still pointed at me.

The ghostly voice (which had been instructing the game so far) whispered back to us, "one more minute."

John panicked.

"John, just shoot! You can't come back from the dead, if it kills you, you will die!" Gavin pointed out.

"Hey! That's going to hurt me A LOT. I don't want to be shot to death twice in two days!" I protested. John's eyes went wide and he shot Gavin in the stomach, just as Sir and Sherlock busted into the room.

"FREEZE NO ONE MOVE OR I WILL ST-SHOOT I- AHHAHAHHAHAHAHHELP!" Ghost seemed to be halfway to insanity and Sherlock looked... Fine with it, more or less.

"John, I need to think, let's go home," Sherlock said, grabbing his partner and leaving while I comforted Johnny on the floor.

A random spirit floated by and tried giving Ghost some tea he stole from him, but Ghost chucked a knife at it and became more Casket than before.

This might take a few hours...