A/N: Hello, I have risin from...something to bring you this story. I'm aware that October just started but I couldn't wait to write something else and I have no idea why. To summarize, this story is basically where the Fentons go to hang with Jack's family in a somewhat isolated place for Thanksgiving.
Hope you enjoy and please R&R to tell me what you think and what you wanna see next!
The Fenton Family RV shook around as the road got bumpy. Danny and Jazz sat in the back seats, both almost half-asleep. Danny, however, had a lot on his mind. The halfa was fully aware of the ghost hunting family tradition. He couldn't think straight knowing that he was gonna be bombarded by tracking machines the whole Thanksgiving break.
That wasn't even the worst part. Now, Jack's family wasn't the smartest but there were a select few that were great at what they do. The only reason they hadn't become famous was because they lived so far away from most of society.
Most of that side of the family lived right near a ghost town. There were already ghosts everywhere without a portal to bring them in. It was natural, Amity Park hadn't had ghosts until Danny was 14. For obvious reasons.
They pulled into a long, rocky, driveway and everyone got out and stretched. Danny smiled. The hot sun felt nice against his tan skin.
Everyone brought their luggages to the front door of the old broken-down house, Danny walking a bit slower than the rest.
Jack's large fist pounded against the door and everyone else thought it was gonna break right off its hinges. To everyone's surprise, it was fine.
it was opened with an unsatisfying creak and a black-haired overweight woman opened the door to greet the Fentons. A few white streaks ran through her dark hair and her skin was wrinkled into a frown.
"Ayy Lucy so nice to-!" Jack started but the woman just walked away, the door staying open as she made her way into the old house.
The Fenton's walked in, their feet creaking a bit when they stepped. Danny was on high alert. Who knew when a ghost would come out and-
A chill ran up his spine as blue mist came from his mouth. He gasped and watched his breath fog, "of corse," he said flatly.
About a million alarms went off as every person in the house was frantic to find the ghost. Everyone except for a boy and a girl sitting on the couch. The girl was on her phone and the boy was facepalming at the scene in front of him.
Danny made eye-contact with the boy and smiled. They hadn't seen each other in years. Not since Jack had been uninvited to most events for breaking so many plates. The boy's name was James. He was only a year older than Danny but looked almost identical, apart from the t-shirt and ball cap he sported. His arms were not lacking in much muscle, the kind of muscle Danny hid.
James' parents trained him in ghost hunting so he was pretty strong from that.
"Hey, Daniel," James said forgetting Danny's nickname.
Danny winced at the name, "Danny. It's Danny," he corrected.
"Right, sorry. It's been a while," James rubbed the back of his neck, a habit Danny seemed to have too, "So how's it been back in Amity. I here it's been pretty overrun with ghosts lately."
The halfa gave a forced smile before responding, "It's been...interesting..."
"I bet you fight them too," James joked, pointing to what he thought was Danny's lack of muscle. Little did he know.
Danny hesitated before answering with an awkward, "haha yeah, no ghost hunting for me."
Meanwhile, Jazz walked over to the girl on her phone, who didn't even acknowledge her existence. The red-head cleared her throat to speak when the other girl said, "I'm gonna stop you right there, no." And went back to typing.
James watched the whole thing with a sad smile and reassured Jazz that she was like that to everyone that came in contact with her.
"Her name's Samantha," James said, "she was adopted into the family a few months after your dad broke everything.
Danny was about to reply when the sound of stuff breaking came from the other room.
"I guess a ghost made its way in. I'll be right back," James said, put his hand on Danny's shoulder for a second and walked out of the room looking more and more confident with each step.
Jazz and Danny made eye-contact before Jazz shook her head, telling him not to go fight it off. Danny sighed and nodded, feeling a bit relieved at his break. That was until a few intangible hands came from the floor and pulled Danny down to the basement with them.
When Danny landed on the ground, he found himself standing face to face with Skulker.
"Hello, Ghost Child. Fancy meeting you here," he said with a pleased smile as a few blades came from his fist.
"Of corse," Danny frowned.
James watched as his cousin was pulled through the floor and Jazz looked at him almost as if she knew he would be okay.
Has Danny fought ghosts before? He asked himself, feelin bad for assuming he didn't. Even though he thought Danny could handle himself, he sprinted towards the basement door, his shoes pounding loudly on the old wooden floor.
The door was flung open and James' mouth went wide when he found two ghosts in there. One was familiar in a sense that he had just seen him in the living room, and the other was familiar in a way that James couldn't put a finger on.
He got out a high-tech gun and began shooting at both ghosts.
A/N: What will happen next? Well, I think that's a question we're both asking right now.
I hope you liked it and if you did (or didn't) tell me what you wanna see next. I love to hear what you have to say. I haven't written much at all over the summer so my writing probably got really bad. Tell me if it seems kinda choppy.
With that being said, I'll see you next time. BYE!