"Eh… no… where did I put that stupid wrench? There it is! No, wait, wrong wrench. Oh, holy mullet! Today of all days, huh?" Gary frantically moved around his lab, throwing tools around recklessly before pulling out a ½ wrench. "Finally!"

He ran back toward his work table and tightened a bolt on the object in the middle of the clutter on the table. Once it was tightened completely, he threw the wrench over his shoulder and heard the clanking of it hitting the floor, but not before he heard a female voice shriek, "Hey, watch it, buddy!"

Gary froze in his place. The voice was unfamiliar to his sensitive ears, so very slowly, he turned on the heel of his foot to face the source of the voice.

A foot in front of where the wrench had fallen stood a girl. Though she was only about 90% opaque, she looked, well, like a normal girl to Gary. She couldn't have been more than 19, brown hair that fell into her face, and an outfit that looked… old. The weirdest thing about this girl- other than her transparency- was her glasses. They looked identical to Gary's.

The girl, arms crossed and a scowl on her face, stared at Gary. Then, after a few moments of silence, she burst into laughter.

"Hah, priceless! Your face was sooo priceless, Gary!" she shouted.

"Eh? Wh-who are you, miss?" Gary asked shakily.

The girl stopped laughing abruptly, stood silent for a second then smacked herself on her face.

"Uh, duh! Silly me! I haven't properly introduced myself, though you should know who I am, you got my book, didn't you? Some silly pirate named Rockhopper picked it up, I believe." She grinned at Gary, who gasped.

"Garianna!?" Gary asked, with the girl nodding as a response.

Gary put his hand on his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I thought there was just a random ghost girl in my lab."

"Hey! I'm not a ghost. I'm a near-human replica of myself before I died. Not an ectoplasmic replica of someone. BIG diff, dude." Garianna retorted.

"Eh? Sorry. It's been lately. With the Medieval Party and all. I really do appreciate your potions, Garianna, they were a help to me and fun for everyone else! It was quite astonishing, really."

Garianna smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I saw quite a few chicken puffles running around, that must've been a problem."

Gary dropped his hand back to his side and shook his head slowly. "You have no idea."

"Oi! I hear conversation, why wasn't I invited?" A male voice said off to Gary's left.

"Oh my…" Gary mumbled, "Uncle Gariwald."

"Eh, hello nephew! Who are you talking—" Gariwald said, cutting off once he saw Garianna.

Garianna glared at Gariwald, crossing her arms and turning her head away from his view.

"Garianna… hello." Gariwald said, obvious anger in his voice.

"Hello, old man Gariwald. Made any more innocent people into ghosts lately?" She retorted, just as snottily.

Gariwald growled, hovering next to Gary, who was looking between Gariwald and Garianna.

"Uh… why are you two-" he asked only to be cut off by Garianna, who replied,

"Gariwald is an old, crusty, no good half-killer!" She shrieked, her voice getting higher and higher pitched with each word, which happened to every member of the G family when they got angry and started shouting.

"Well, at least I'm not some gypsy, making potions and practicing witchcraft!" Gariwald shouted back, though his voice didn't get nearly as high as Garianna's.

"It. Isn't. WITCHCRAFT!" Garianna cried, her voice now the highest it could go. "I don't turn people into ghosts, practically making them DEAD! I let people have FUN, making things that transform them into funny things so everyone can laugh with each other! All you did was had people do your experiments so you don't have to work at all!"

"And if people mess up the potion they get turned into a stupid chicken puffle and then get made fun of for not being able to do the potion correctly! So instead they get bullied. And for your information, those people wanted to become ghosts, and HELP me with my experiment!" Gariwald argued.

Garianna groaned loudly through her tears. "You're just a JERK!"

She ran to the door, throwing it open and running through.

"She's not even a real ghost." Gariwald said, rolling his eyes behind his glasses.

"She… she doesn't want to be a ghost…" Gary said shakily.

What a family he had to be stuck with.