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Disclaimer: I own no ghosts (Danny), or anyone related to ghosts in this 'fic. I do not own Dr. Frankenstein or his monster either.
Danny's Halloween Special
EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! The beautiful woman in the old style dress could only watch as Dr. Frankenstein's monster limped ever closer to her.
"Run!" Danny urged the television. "Don't let him catch you!" But the black and white woman was too paralyzed to move. The monster grabbed her with its gigantic hand.
"NO!"
"Danny! Danny! Come down here and watch your old man's work of genius come to life!" Jack called.
Danny groaned and reached for the remote. He turned off the TV and went down to the lab. "This better not take long Dad," he said. "I'm missing the Halloween special!"
"Now Danny, love of science and ghost research first, mindless staring at the television later!" Jack scolded.
"But Dad! I was researching, um, spooky stuff!" Danny protested. "I was seeing what other people think of the topic through a highly dramatized horror movie! They say it's based on a true story."
"Remind me again to watch a rerun of it with you later."
"But Dad! It's the Halloween Special! Do you know how long it will be before it's on television again? And I'm missing it!"
Jack sighed. "A good scientist makes sacrifices for his work," he explained to Danny. "Now give me a hand!" He gestured to a table with a sheet covering a massive object. It resembled a covered corpse at a morgue, except a corpse did not have a mess of wires ducking under the sheet to attach into it. A corpse didn't have tubes delivering black liquid into it either.
"Dad, what is that thing?"
"It's my best ghost tracker yet!" Jack bragged. "Its animatronics allow my humanoid tracker to chase ghosts on its own! It will automatically lock onto the nearest ghost when it's activated, and will not stop chasing the ghost until the ghost is destroyed. This baby's equipped with the best new Fenton weapons to first short out a ghost's powers, and then to destroy it!"
It was times like these, when Fenton inventions scared him, that Danny was glad that his dad wasn't so observant. Fact was, he was as white as the sheet covering his dad's latest invention. "But Dad! You've only ever used one weapon to short a ghost's powers before," he said. "Why would you give that type of weapon to this thing?"
"For efficiency," Jack replied. "We don't have to worry about going after a powerless ghost ruining the fun of a ghost hunt if this thing's hunting it for us."
"But Dad! Why make a machine to do your ghost hunting for you, at all, if it's going to take away all the thrills of pursuing the ghost yourself?" Danny asked. "Wouldn't you rather be the one to destroy the ghost, y'know, molecule by molecule?"
"Nah. According to the Fenton Data Base, Halloween is the busiest time of year for ghostly activity. Believe me, we'll have our hand full trying to deal with all the ghosts that are crawling around here. I'd rather have you kids safe than to get to go after every ghost in town myself. You're just children. Who knows what the ghosts will do to you?"
Jack dragged Danny over to a control panel. "Be a good boy and hold down the blue button, will you?" As he stumbled over to a computer console, he added, "And pull down on the green lever when I tell you to!" He turned to stare at a computer screen, and intently focused on his work.
"NOW!" Jack shouted. Danny was reluctant to do as he was told, knowing what his dad's new invention could do to him. But when Jack looked over his shoulder and asked why he wasn't pulling down on the lever, Danny felt he had little choice but to comply.
As Danny pulled down the lever, the wires started to crackle with the sound of electricity flowing through them, and the thing on the table started to write. Danny looked up, startled. The sheet fell away, revealing a metallic monster, who resembled a creature more than a man.
"I told you that you'd get to see my latest invention come to life!" Jack cried.
When the thing sat up, Danny tried to back away from the table, but tripped on the cuff of his pants. Frightened, he yelled, "DAD! IT'S A ROBOTIC FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER!"
"And it will doom any ghost that comes across it!" Jack declared. "I call it the Jackenstein!" He failed to notice that the new Jackenstein had already shot his son with an anti-power weapon, and had forced him to retreat into a corner. Its guns were blazing up, preparing to fulfill its mission of destroying any ghosts it caught.
It was at life-threatening times like these when Danny wished his dad would be a little more observant. He didn't want to die. . . .