Obligatory disclaimer. I own nothing. Let's get onto the sequel of the mess!

Amity Park. A peaceful little town just south of FaZe Clan Land and the largest importer of weed in the entire world. Not a lot of notable things happen in this sprawling city; only some minor disturbances caused by rogue ghosts and memes. Or both. At the same time. As the same thing.

This was a reality the Mayor of Amity Park, Vlad Masters was living with when the report was dropped onto his desk. He had taken a hit from his doobie only moments prior, and choked on the smoke when the folder was thrown onto the desk by his secretary. He gave her a venomous glare, which caused her to go running from the room.

He sighed as he sat up in his seat. "Oh I wonder what these idiots need now," he scorned, as he put his joint out. He decided it would be best to relight it later, when he wasn't as busy.

He opened the manila folder that was presented before him and analyzed the contents. "A report from Jack and Maddie? Odd…" He rubbed his beard as he looked over the statistics presented. Eventually, he grew tired of all of the numbers and moved them aside.

Upon doing so, he was presented by a ghastly sight, which is saying something since he is one of the most powerful ghosts in the Ghost Zone. There, presented to him was a red, deformed, thing. It was not wearing much besides a pair of white gloves with pronounced knuckles a a pair of red and yellow shoes. Around the photos were notes from Maddie, judging from the hand-writing.

"Do you know the way?" Vlad repeated to himself. He looked over the other photos of the creature, with most of the showing it with its mouth open, or with a screwed face. "How odd…"

Before he could look at the pictures further, he was interrupted by the Air Horn remix of MEGALOVANIA going off. His hand to his phone quickly, and put it up to his ear. "This had better be important, I am busy."

"Some… things are here to visit you, Mr. Masters," came the voice of his secretary.

He sighed aloud. "I told you that no one is to visit me today, Cheryl," He stated irritably, "tell whomever they are that they need to leave."

"I have tried that many times, but they continue to pester me."

"I don't care, just get rid of them." Vlad hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. The day was going so well up until this point. He was starting to regret putting his blunt out right about now.

Suddenly, he heard his secretary scream, followed by a thump against his office doors. "You ar not da kween!" something yells with a mock African accent, something that is very out of place in the US, let alone Amity Park.

Vlad stands up from behind his desk and moves to the door with a heavy scowl on his face. Whatever it was that decided to disturb him today would regret it.

Before he could even reach the doors, they shot open, slamming against the wall and destroying the busts of Vlad that were flanking the doors. Standing there in the doorway was the very thing Vlad saw in the pictures. He frowned at the intruding creatures. "State your business, and get out before I force you out," he declared.

The creatures looked amongst themselves for a moment, before the one in front took a step forward. It screwed its face, as if it were thinking, before its jaws flew open to an impossible size. "DO U NO DA WAE!?" it yelled out.

Vlad winced at the volume it asked its question at. He cleared one of his ears out with his pinkie and looked at it. "What?"

"DO U NO DA WAE?" It repeated. The others around it also screwed up they're faces.

Vlad looked at the creatures confused, not fully understanding what was going on. "What way? What are you things talking about?"

However, this proved to not be the response they were looking for, as they all screwed up their faces, and glared at him. Then, an ungodly loud wave of screeching hit Vlad, sending him flying backwards, into his desk, knocking it over and making a mess of his office.

He climbed out of the mess of paper, mary jane, and other important things that were scattered about by the screeching and glared at the group of creatures that were filing into his office. All of them were repeating "do you no da wae" loudly, and showed no signs of stopping. Vlad glared at the group, and- using his powers to project his voice- yelled, "SILENCE!"

This made them all stop where they were, many of them with their mouths still open, and others mid-step, causing them to fall forwards onto the ground. They all stared at Vlad as he dusted off his ornate suit, and adjusted his tie.

He moved his attention from himself and onto the group, who hadn't moved an inch since he yelled. "Right then," he started, smirking, "if you want to know the way so bad, let me show it to you."

He stood tall, and summoned his ghost powers to the surface. The ever-familiar transformation rings appeared around his waist, and moved in opposite directions across his body, turning his suit white, and his skin a dead blue color. His grey hair turned black, and slicked into a dangerous, two-point crown. His eyes turned red, and he smiled broadly, revealing his elongated canines to the group of offending creatures. To complete his transformation, he levitated a dropped blunt from off of the velvet carpet, and lit it with an ecto-blast, taking a hit and blowing the smoke out in a fine-line.

The creatures gazed upon the now transformed Vlad Master, now Plasmius, in awe. But shortly, the leader scrunched its face once more, before shouting, "HE DOS NOT NO DA WAE!" The rest of the group chanted after the leader, and started approaching Plasmius.

Vlad floated away from the group as they neared, causing they to start jumping at him like fleas. "Do you know who you are messing with, you foul abominations! I am Vlad Masters!"

At this proclamation, they stopped and stared up at him, Eventually, one shouted. "HE WISHES TO HARM DA KWEEN! UGANDAN WARRIORS UNITE!" With this command, the Ugandan Warriors tied green headbands around their heads, and pulled out crude looking, primitive spears. They all pulled their arms back, ready to throw.

Vlad, realizing what was gonna happen, dodged out of the way. He only barely managed to avoid being impaled on the wall behind him. He realized that arguing with these creatures was pointless, and fired an ecto-blast at the group, causing a group of them to be disintegrated. Vlad followed this up with a barrage of blasts, which resulted in the Warriors's group to shrink dramatically. Vlad took another hit on his blunt in satisfaction.

The remaining group's eyes shrunk. They looked at each other in a silent conversation before one blurted out, "RUN AWAY!"

Vlad smiled triumphantly as they ran away from him. "That will teach you things about what happens if you challenge Vlad Masters. However, something they said still tickled at his mind. It was something about "harming the queen?" He shrugged it off, as it probably wasn't important, considering how weak those things were.

So, he changed forms and floated down to the ground, satisfied with his work for the day. He stepped towards his flipped desk and turned it, and the chair upright with little issue and sat down and relaxed.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Hello readers. I have created a sequel to the mess of a story I wrote quite a few years ago called "fantoms gota go fahst". This time we're resurrecting yet another dead meme. Do not worry, this is only part one of this mess. I meant for it to be the only part, but there is a few more things I want to do before I finish this up. Of course, you will have to wait and see what I have planned.

Also, please forgive my grammatical errors. I can't be bother to proof-read a half-baked craicfic.

Chao!