Author's Note: Okay, okay, I think I've got this. This is the intro for a story I've been planning for quite a while!

I have a genereal idea of where I want to go and I have the main ideas I want to include, but any suggestions are more than welcome! I'm still a newbie when it comes to anything more than oneshot character studies, so I can't decide upon a lot of character interactions to stick with. So if there's anything you'd think could work and you'd like to see, feel free to tell me! C: I'll see if it seems plausible and/or sticks with the main plot of the story and I'll try my best to serve.

Welcome, I hope you'll enjoy the ride!

Spencer scratched the back of his head, preoccupied, on his way through the BJC mansion's many corridors.

"Oh man, Billy's not gonna like this…" the boy muttered to himself, combing with his fingers through messy brown hair.

"HEY SPENCE" Spencer jumped at the sudden voice. He clutched at his heart as Billy's transparent form popped up from the wall right behind his shoulder. The spirit pushed his designer shades up his nose, mimicking pure laid-back coolness. "What's the news from that super-mega-epic BJC exhibition in Japan?" But then he waved his hand dismissively, not waiting for a response." Nah, don't tell me, of course it was a hit."

Obvious to the brown-haired boy's face-palming, the apparition removed his shades and traced the smooth sweep of (ghostly) hair styled in its usual messy strands and spikes, preening like the self-conscious model he was.

"So when's my stuff coming back?"

Spencer groaned at that, peering at his shoes through his fingers, frown in place.

"Billy…" he began, struggling for a moment as he now had the spirit's attention. Best friend or not, Billy often had the tendency of being pretty difficult and the news would certainly more or less upset him. But he would have to find out sooner or later, so better to just get it over with. Spencer sighed. "We just got a call. Turns out a part of the crates with the exhibits got lost on the way back."

After a moment of silence, the ghost dropped his glasses and let out an appalled gasp.

"They WHAT?" Spencer winced as Billy started tossing and turning in the air, rambling, limbs flailing. He then suddenly jumped in front of him, gripping the boy by the face.

"Say it ain't so, Broman! This is a disaster!" Spencer, cheeks squished between two translucent hands, could practically hear the exclamation marks in the sentence. The ghost let go and then proceeded to float across the ceiling in circles, moaning in distress, hands in his hair. "What am I gonna doooooo?!"

Spencer started to smooth out the front of his T-shirt, in search for something to busy himself with. He didn't really know what to feel about the whole thing. Sure, it's always bad when you lose something personal – anyone could tell you that- but those things were iconic things which belonged to an iconic figure and, on top of that, there was the fact that it was pretty much the Wright family's responsibility to take care of them. And it wasn't even about them being a deceased relative's stuff (and wasn't that an odd thought) – not that that wasn't important either, of course.

They were also part of a worldwide legacy, the only things linking a former legend to this world, the last link of a ghost to his humanity. He was aware of the implications of losing track of any of the precious cargo on the way, even for a little while. It was way too risky to get careless over it. They were authentic objects, irreplaceable and crazy expensive to boot.

Not to mention his best friend's only way of being seen by ordinary people.

"Well, Billy." He picked on a loose thread on his red sleeve, and let some cheerfulness seep into his voice, trying to brighten the mood." There's good news and bad news."

Billy paused at that, looking up from the crook of his elbow he had curled around his face to cover glassy eyes. He sniffled, wiping his glowing ectoplasmic tears with the sleeve of his transparent coat, like the big baby he was.

"What?" he croaked. Spencer smiled tentatively, hands behind his back.

"Turns out they were able to track where they ended up. The good news is that they've made it across the border and they're in the USA."

Billy let out a relieved sigh at that, relaxing for a moment. "Phew…!"He then resumed his fretting once more after that, hands tense and eyes jittery. "And what's the bad news?" The boy got into eye contact with his best friend, arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on his face.

"The bad news is that they're now in a small town called Amity Park. And it might take a while before they can be shipped back here too. Something about the delivery service there getting constant interference which the authorities there can't fully explain nor prevent."

Billy groaned at that. "What the ham? That's outrageous!" He jumped up, once more in Spencer's face, frowning indignantly. "I knew I shouldn't have let other people put their hands on the Cobra's trove! You just can't trust them to take care of them properly!" Spencer didn't say it, but he recalled how Billy had thrown into the truck all the items he could find to deliver to Japan for the exhibit.

A long transparent arm looped around the boy's shoulder, pressing his side onto a bony, faintly glowing form in designer's clothes. "Well then, we'll just have to do the job ourselves! Let's go to Anime Park and bring my stuff back!" Billy declared cheerfully.

"Amity Park." Spencer corrected, squirming against his best friend. For an invisible ghost who practically had the consistency of a goopy string of jelly, it was really weird how solid he could feel sometimes.

"Then good thing mom and dad thought this whole thing is a great opportunity for a fieldtrip…" Spencer added as he extricated himself from Billy's grip.

"Field trip?" The ghost's eyebrows shot up in curiosity.

"Yeah, apparently mom has a relative living in that town." The boy responded while dusting himself off, looking for any ectoplasm stuck to his clothes. " She thought it was a good idea to have a family reunion. Also, the mayor convinced them that it'd lead to a loss of credibility if word gets out that "such precious cargo" had been neglected like this. And he negotiated with my folks to have the transport company get the rest of the exhibit there for a short detour. Called it "publicity with mutual benefits"." He made air quotes with both hands at the end.

"Huh. That actually sounds pretty smart." Billy piped up, hovering in the air in contemplation, cradling his chin in his hand.

"So you're not bothered?" the brown-haired boy asked, concerned. It was a pretty big deal and the change of plans kind of unpleasantly sudden. "I mean, it does sound like the best case scenario for such a nasty surprise, but still..."

"Meh, what can you do? Sounds okay to me." the ghost shrugged. He then popped back to his sunny disposition, leaning into the boy's personal space once more. "Besides, we're probably doing the townspeople there a favor! How often do they get a first class event with a worldwide celebrity there?" He placed his shades back on his face, chin high, grinning excitedly. "I bet that'll bring some much needed excitement into that boring, quiet little town of theirs!"

Spencer mirrored his grin. Billy could be so positive sometimes. He was a counter-balance to his more realistic outlook. Sometimes the boy felt the ghost's optimism was infectious as well as reassuring. Even if his arguments weren't so good and neither were his ideas fool-proof many times… Spencer was aware of how often he just couldn't help but believe his best friend's words.

No matter how wrong they often ended up being.

Welp.

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Thanks for reading!