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Part Twelve

As soon as Ghost noticed the knife, he stopped, and had what seemed to be an endless staring compitition with it.

A knife. It just had to be a knife. Out of every possibile weapon, it had to be a knife.

"... I-Is that a... Kn-knife...?" Ghost stuttered, still having his little staring compitition with the weapon.

Everyone in the room was feeling different emotions.

Maxwell felt... Forgotten. He was kind of being ignored.

Mr. ImGoingToPullOutAKnifeRightInFrontOfJohnnyGhost was feeling confident that he could take down Ghost.

The guy at the computers with security footage was feeling slightly nervous that maybe the three of them couldn't take out the Johnnys.

Johnny Ghost wasn't feeling anything. He was too busy staring at the knife. But he did start hearing voices in his head. "Secrets...", "Stabbing...", "Knives...".

Johnny Toast was sweating buckets of nervousness. His nervousness and worry had been given an enormous boost.

Ghost started to reach for something in his pocket.

A/N Yeah... Sorry for not making much progress... Heh... Sorry...

The next chapter, I think, will be... Maybe a bit better. I dunno. BAI!