Universe 12

Jasmine Fenton was not a normal sixteen year old girl. In her own mind she was in fact an emotionally mature thirty year old trapped in the body of a teenager. Her family life was a more than unusual. They were "paranormal investigators" which was their official titles in the eyes of the government grants they had received for their "research". This was not a health environment for her emotionally developing brother, Danny.

Though there was no real evidence as far as anyone but her was concerned but she noticed that there was a recent change in his behavior. He sought refuge in his room away from the family alone unless he had his few friends over. At school he wasn't any better hounded by bullies much older than him. The strangest of all was his late night sneaking out and chronic absences from class. She had few options to get him to open up.

It seemed like a good idea to have him talk to the school counselor, Dr. Penelope Spectra. She was very much on the peppy side. The degree of which actually started to annoy Jazz. She was extremely young for someone with such advanced degrees, but despite her youthful appearance, she didn't seem to understand any kind of relevant teenage dialog for someone who appeared to have only just graduated high school. Jazz at first thought that lingo might just change so fast she was trying to sound retro.

Doctor Spectra had arranged for a visit with Jazz and Mr. Lancer. She was sitting at her metallic desk with a faux wood top. As Jazz walked in, she could feel the dramatic temperature drop. Mr lancer didn't seem to notice or if he did he didn't say anything. He was too preoccupied with Casper High's spirit week along with Danny's outbursts. Jazz was however almost mesmerized by Spectra's gaudy red outfit comprised of a business suit and mini skirt. The combination alone gave Jazz an impression of her youthful inexperience in the ways to look professional.

"So is this Daniel emotionally disturbed?" Spectra asked in a voice that would be more fitting of a bubble-headed bimbo. "Jasmine, I am talking to you" she said again in a voice so saccharin it didn't fit a professional woman.

"It's Jazz, call me Jazz. My brother is not disturbed he's just going through that awkward phase of adolescence when he trying to come to grips with who he his and how he will react emotionally" Jazz said hurriedly but matter-of-factly.

"That's not exactly helping his case Miss Fenton. He seems to be violent and attention seeking from the inciting a food fight, the repeated incidents of indecent exposure, cross dressing, vandalism, and multiple incidents of destruction of school property."

"You have no proof he destroyed anything except an old mirror." Jazz immediately retorted.

"We saw someone matching his general description smashing that glassware in science lab" Mr. Lancer exclaimed in fury.

"That grainy footage also shows multiple green flashes and a second figure that can't be accounted for" Jazz shouted back angrily

Spectra oblivious to the rather old fight between them sat perusing the files of various students, looking for any student that would need her brand of help immediately. She look most intently at the file of Danny Fenton and looking at a few grainy screen shots added to the file. They showed what could best be described as less saturated silhouette. The few colors that came through were glowing green spaces where the eyes should be. Spectra was very intrigued she would have to see him for herself.

"I see he has a free period just before lunch" she chimed in over their arguing "I'll see him myself then and make my assessment." she said perky and smiling as they looked at her.

Suddenly their meeting was cut short by the blaring sirens of the fire alarm. Then before they were able to react the sprinkles went off dousing everyone in the freezing office with water. They quickly ran to find the source of the commotion to find a confused Danny standing by the fire alarm soaked and looking around. His jet black hair normally styled now down on his head. His white shirt clung to his body showing his pale scrawny chest.

Naturally Mr. Lancer was furious and sent Danny straight to Spectra's office and a months detention. Jazz however was more concerned that Danny really was acting out now. She went to find Sam and Tucker, Danny's only real friends, to find out what they knew. A conversation that didn't last particularly long as they refused to tell her anything when she confronted them at the Nasty Burger. She even had a spat with Danny when he finally arrived.

She followed him out the side exit into the alley. Then she saw something that didn't make any sense. She saw him transform into that ghost boy that all the high school students were gossiping about. This didn't make any sense to her as she sat there in shock watching him fly off into the afternoon sun. she kept trying to rationalize it away trying to figure out why or how this could be. Humans can't just become ghosts, ghosts aren't real they go against rational logical minds.

Jazz was so startled by what she had seen that no one saw her anywhere for several days. She had gone to the library first and spent hours combing over all of the books they had on the paranormal phenomena. After a few days of combing through books on nothing but a steady stream of coffee, she was no where close to an explanation. She had started to pull out her hair in frustration as she moved to the internet. All she could find in her increasingly desperate search was pictures of what her brother was and fan art of the ghost boy that creeped her out that was starting to emerge from the pits of the internet.

After the week of nothing but research and coming up with nothing, she returned home and was shocked by the reactions to what had happened in her absence. The Schools festivities had been ground to a halt. There were a few incidents that were being dubbed "Ghost attacks" which were leading to an up rise of teen angst and Danny was of course blamed for some of their damage. Jazz wasn't sure what was going on her entire world view had become shaken to it's core. There was no where to turn except her delusional ghost obsessed parent's.

Over the next few day's Jazz could tell that that things were not right as it seemed the entire student body had become sour, anxious, and crueler than usual. It was like being in a building full of actual thirty year olds. Their new cynicism was as unusual as the groups of teenage girls slathering on wrinkle remover cream and complaining they aren't looking young enough. She kept holding out hope but things only seemed to be getting worse

"what am I even doing digging deeper into all this ghost lore" a small voice said in her head now starting to develop bald patches from her constant hair pulling. Her eyes were unfocused but constantly moving trying harder and harder to find the answer to what she had seen and why it seemed everyone was going crazy. Spirit week had been such a disaster that Mr. Lancer had decided to extend it to try unsuccessfully to lift everyone's foul mood.

Jazz was too preoccupied to bother with it this time around. She had come to the final place to search. She entered her parents basement laboratory on her lunch, she snooped through their inventions with little results. She checked their computer files searching for anything related to transformation. There wasn't much there mostly about ghosts changing forms; Nothing she didn't already know.

There was only one conclusion that made sense. Danny had been replaced and probably killed by a ghost. That must have happened during that accident he had in the lab that summer. She had to stop this. Her parents couldn't handle it. She grabbed what looked like a small blaster from the work bench threw it into her oversized bag and walked out the door heading back to school

She stepped into the school every one within was scowling and angry their eyes dark and unpleasant. This had to be the work of the ghost. That would explain so much of the insanity that had been happening in the last few months. She had to stop it once and for all. Mr. Lancer ran up to her as fast as his disproportionate body would allow.

"Ms. Fenton I need you to come with me and help with the spirit week speech. I hope you have something prepared" He said dressed in his white and red suit.

"I'll come up with something." Jazz said halfheartedly as she was shuttled to the auditorium.

The Domino speech she had worked out last week would be fine they even had the same the same things still setup. She started her speech and had the same level of engagement as she expected. She started her dominoes down the line as the last one fell she felt herself being pushed and flying through the air until she was in a back hallway that lead to the the storage areas. She could hear voices in the next room.

"what are you? A ghost trying to fit in with humans or a creepy little boy with creepy little powers? Who cares for a thing like you?" a shrill voices said as she stepped in the doorway.

Inside was that ghost boy and some kind of black shadow thing surrounding him this was her chance. She pulled out the blaster and pointed it at the 2 and squeezed the trigger the blasted transformed into a larger blaster and it fires a beam and starts to shred their forms until they're just a pile of remains. Then the blaster started to vacuum up the ectoplasmic remains. Then it dinged and proclaimed "remains contained".