Fan: P.I.E. Truth of lies

One Rainy Night, Jonathan Ghost tossed and turned. He couldn't get much sleep. Something was keeping him awake but he didn't know what. He looked over at his best friend, Toast. For some reason, he could sleep like a log but Ghost couldn't. All of a sudden, Sharp pain was creeping up ghost's left arm. He jerked his head to see a pair of icy cold eyes staring back at him.

"So...We got ourselves a Ghost Hunter having problems sleeping. Am I right?" The eyes gleefully chanted. "What type of foul demon are you?" Ghost whispered Silently as if Toast was a sleeping lion. You never want to wake up a sober Toast. The eyes just laughed with ominous attitude. "I am Air, The Element of Good."

"If you're good," Ghost said through gritted teeth, "Why don'9t you bother someone else in the middle of the night?" Air looked highly offended but kept his mouth shut.

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