A/N: Hey everybody! Well, this is my first Casper fan fic and I hope you all enjoy. I also have one of Alice in Wonderland that I am currently taking a break from because I just couldn't get Casper out of my head. So now I'm taking my frustrations out on my lap top. Please don't kill me! I'm not good at putting accents in dialogue!
Chapter 1: Stinkie
"This is Ashley Smith, reporting to you live from San Francisco, California!"
An overly cheerful voice screeched from Dr. Harvey's new surround sound system, though, no one else was there to hear it other than a certain bored ghost seemingly deflated on the springy sofa. Stinkie yawned, scratching his chin as he studied the woman on T.V with scarcely any interest.
Her overly forced grin caused him to grimace, wondering how she was able to keep it up all throughout the show without hurting herself. Then again, the level of botox that was evident on her face might have something to do with it. She continued to chat away, something about a famous actress standing up her fiancé at the alter, but he wasn't really paying attention to the story.
"Hey! Bulb head!" he shouted before remembering Casper and Kat had gone with the Doc on a camping trip. Sighing, and also letting a green haze escape his mouth, Stinkie turned off the television and floated to his room.
He had no idea what had brought on his sudden melancholy mood, but he'd turned down his brothers' invitation to go haunting with them in New Mexico, leaving himself the only resident in Whipstaff.
He would never admit it, but it was kinda nice to have the place all to himself. Having peace and quiet for once in his afterlife was something he was way over due for.
Flopping onto his bed with unnecessary force, he pondered over the last few years at the manor while trying to find shapes on the ceiling.
A dog.
Kat had grown, her sixteenth birthday coming up soon. She and Casper had remained oddly closer than before they'd become friends after that Halloween party so long ago. The trio had not been there to witness what had gone down to cause the dramatic change, but they had a pretty good idea.
A clown.
Dr. Harvey had given up on trying to get them to cross over. After all, he had other patients to worry about, but every now and then he would sit them down for a session or two. He really was a good guy, helping them vent and working them through ridiculous situations.
Fatso's face…
"What th-!"
"Surprise!" Fatso boomed, shooting through the ceiling and pouncing on Stinkie's bed. His wide grin soon diminished when his brother was nowhere in sight.
"Stinkie?"
Muffled groaning could be heard from underneath Fatso, and he curiously floated in the air. Stinkie lay comically flattened with a seriously pissed expression pasted on his two dimensional face. Fatso smiled sheepishly before offering a half-hearted 'sorry'. Then, materializing an air pump, Fatso stuck the tube into Stinkie's mouth and began pumping him full of air. His body began to expand, and when he thought he was going to bust, the air decided to leave his body…from an undesirable end.
"Holy mother of pearl! Is dat any way ta greet ya brothers?" Stretch asked after he appeared, making a show of waving a hand in front of his nose.
"Well, maybe in your case," he said with a slight smirk before settling on his own bed.
"What are you guys doin here?" Stinkie asked after settling down. Fatso slung an arm around his shoulders.
"We missed ya bro, and the fleshies."
"But dey ain't here, remember?" Stinkie pointed out. Stretch grinned mischievously, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes.
"Let's just say they had a little…accident, in their cabin."
Stinkie smiled, giving a little chuckle before getting comfortable for the long story about their trip.