"I hate cuffs."
"Tucker..."
"Let me complain, woman!" Tucker huffed indignant, only to yelp in pain when Sam kicked him in the calf. "Just hear me out." He whined.
"Fine, Tucker, why don't you like cuffs?" Sam muttered.
Tucker glaring at Sam's dismissive tone over his plight said, "Every time we are put in handcuffs something goes horrible wrong."
"Ah, Tucker." Danny said dryly, "People in cuffs generally have something go wrong for them."
"I know, but we're not most people." Tucker said. His voice lowered to a whisper as his eyes flickered over to the five very important, very powerful supers around them, "Seeing that we are now being led by people in bright spandex we need to be extra careful with what we do."
"Why are you whispering? Everyone but me, you, Danny, and maybe Batman has super hearing." Sam said, which earned her a quick glance from Superman.
Tucker rolled his eyes, but raised his voice all the same, "Whatever. The point is when things go wrong for us they go super wrong."
A small frown crossed Danny's face, "If that pun was intentional I think Sam needs to kick you again."
"Just, listen. We go out there, cuffed and for the most part helpless." Tucker said, lifting his bounded hands to emphasize their plight, "What do you think is going to happen?"
"I can tell you what's not going to happen." Sam interrupted, "They are not going to fight us. Who would intentionally pick a fight with the Justice League?"
"Villains, the government, or a combination of both." Tucker responded dryly, "And would you look at that! We're going to walk past The Guys in White in handcuffs. Then again I may be overacting it's not like their agents can't hold back. For example they wouldn't, oh I don't know, have a trigger finger so itchy they would destroy a homeless shelter to get to us."
Danny paled realizing how vulnerable they really were, "Good point." He said before addressing the supers around them, "Hey can you take-"
"No." Batman roughly countered, not bothering to change his pace as he shot Danny down, "Doing so would directly counteract to the image we're trying to project."
Sam shrugged, "He's right. No matter how uncomfortable it is we need to keep up appearances if we want this to work."
Tucker scoffed, "Spoken like a true fan girl." He yelp as Sam kicked him again, and made express his displeasure with her when Superman held up his hand for quiet.
"The opening to this base is right in front of us." Superman said, his tone emphasizing how much they needed to be quiet, "There is a lot of people waiting to see the outcome of our 'fight'. What happens next will be based on what they think they see when they look at you."
"Way ahead of you." Sam replied before dropping and rolling vigorously against the dirty floor. Cloths now filthy enough to make her mother faint she easily got back to feet in-spite of her cuffs. Wildly shaking her now grimy hair out, she spoke, "Well, how do I look?" Sam said now appearing as roughed-upped as Danny and Tucker.
"Like someone slammed you repeatedly against the ground." Looking over Sam's handy-work Wonderwoman smirked, "Good."
"Thank you." Sam said smiling back, thoroughly pleased with herself, "Alright Convicts," She said glancing at Danny, and Tucker, "we look the part now we have to make them believe we just got our butts kicked. Up the desperation, and anguish, but downplay the aggression. Danny, that means no spooky eyes."
Sam, Danny, and Tucker slumped, cowering into themselves as their heads hung low. However through the partings in Sam and Danny's hair, and under the ripples of Tucker's dark hood their eyes showed nothing but defiance.
Superman looked over their forms, and nodded at their acting, "Remember to leave the talking to us, and we will all get out of this alive." The Convicts kept silent as their convey started again, and with Superman, Batman and Wonderwoman leading the group, and Flash and Greenlantern behind them, they pass through the cave entrance and onto a mountainous plateau.
Bright, the noon day sun shone above them illumining the vast rocky desert that greeted them. The rocky plateau reached out far allowing ample room for them, the wildlife and desert plants which tolerated their home's unrelenting sun, and the battalion of apathetic government agents that trained their weapons on them.
Just as Flash had told them a large ghost shield covered the rocky outcropping they stood on covering everything within it with its sickly pink light. Nameless agent's protected with the latest hazmat suits coldly stared at them through featureless masks as they held their weapons tightly. Outside the shield hundreds of agents waited as thousands of drones flew in dizzying circles above their heads, waiting for the shield to fail.
Danny, Sam, and Tucker froze, and for a moment their masks slipped as they saw what waited for them. This, this was much more than they could ever hope to fight. There were weapons out there they had never even seen before. Tanks and jeeps dotted the front lines heavy with the most dangerous, and heartless of ghost hunting equipment. It was impossible for them to even begin counting the amount of predatory stares silently wishing ripping them apart.
If they ended up fighting here they would be crushed.
"Move it along we don't have all day!"
The convicts snapped out of their growing panic at Greenlantern's rough bark. "They are waiting for an excuse to attack us, do not give it to them," Greenlantern whispered immediately before harshly shoving them.
Danny, Sam, and Tucker stumbled forward heads low as Superman, Batman, and Wonderwoman lead them across the stony outcropping. They kept their eyes low trying to ignore how close those blasters were, and how impossible it would be to escape-
They tensed hard as the first sound louder than their own shuffling feet broke through the painful silence.
"Did somebody just clap?" Danny muttered loud enough for Tucker and Sam to barely hear him.
Sure enough a slow, monotonous clap resounded around them, and was soon enthusiastically joined by others. Around them the agents strapped their weapons on their backs and joined in. The sound of gloved hands clapping became near deafening as the agents outside the shield joined in.
Flash looked around him from the Convicts stuck between confusion and worry, the agents that still cheered excitedly, and finally to his team that were warily watching this all play out. Unable to kept silent any longer he spoke, "Okay, why is everyone cheering?"
"Why shouldn't they cheer?" A jovial voice shouted over the applause, "The Justice League just caught and delivered the Amity Convicts right into our hands! It's a perfect time to celebrate!"
The cheering slowed as lean figure walked through the now parting crowd as agents took care not to block the new comer's way. Dressed in a white, black trimmed suit the figure stepped fearlessly before them. Casually he adjusted his white tie over his black undershirt. His dirty blond hair swayed gently in the wind as he smiled brilliantly at them.
"Where are my manners?" He said, eyes closed completely off from the world by a dark pair of sunglasses, "While my name is classified I can still introduce myself." One arm reached against his stomach and the other extended out as he bowed deeply his grin still trained on them, "My name is Number Two, and my, is it nice to meet you."
"Number Two?" Superman asked an eyebrow raise as he observed the smiling man, "The Guys in White are coded in alphabetical order."
Number Two straightened up grin still plastered on face, "Well you're not wrong. Most agents are named in alphabetical, or double alphabetical, or triple, or well you get the point." He clasped his hands behind himself, "You see I am not like other agents far from it really. I am a member of the Base Ten," He didn't notice or rather ignored as the agents around him hid their flinches, "and I, along with another, are in charge of this little military exercise."
"You wasted your time coming here." Wonderwoman said rigidly, her stance shifting to cover Danny, Sam, and Tucker from attack, "The Convicts are in our custody and have no intention of handing them over to you."
"Oh I know you have no intention of handing them over. If it was up to me you have would be on your merry little way to do them whatever it is the Justice League does with criminals. Other than let them escape that is." Number Two said, his joviality not the least bit threatened by the heated glares sent his way, "However, how this will play out isn't up to me. It has already been decided by the United States of America Government with the blessing of our rightfully concerned allies."
Superman stepped powerfully up to Number Two, forcing the smaller man to look up, "What do you mean decided by the government?"
"You really should try to stay in the loop. You see the government, or more accordingly the G.I.W won custody of the Amity Convicts. Well that's how the news sites are spinning it. What really happened is that by order of the Supreme Court, who are very nice people by the way, the convicts known as Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley are in this year of, yadda, yadda, yadda..."
Number Two waved in a dismissive manner, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he looked over at Danny, Sam, and Tucker, "You know I hate political jargon. Simply put you three are official property of the G.I.W. to have, and to hold, and to succumb to whatever we need you to in order persevere this great nation of America. I mean, someone has to think about protecting our nation's children."
"They're children themselves." Greenlantern snapped, his eyes flashing green as each word Number Two said grated him.
"You really shouldn't rank how threatening a villain is by their age." Number Two responded playfully, "Technically Brainiac is only a couple of years old if you go by how young his physical body is. His mind on the other hand is a different beast entirely." He said smiling as Superman's frown deepened, knowing the Kryptonian would never use his powers against him, especially not with all these witness's. "Oh before you asked, yes we are trying them as adults. Said trial is set to take place, oh sometime next year." Number Two leaned past Superman grabbing Danny, Tucker and Sam attention. Behind his smile a darkness lurked, "I know it's a long wait, but we want to make sure you three get all nice and settled before anything really happens."
"No." Flash spat and for the first time Danny, Sam and Tucker saw him truly angry.
"What was that?"
"I said no." The Flash elaborated tightly, a unspoken threat echoing clearly behind his words, "We will not hand them over to you. They are not property to be sold or bartered. They may be criminals, but even criminals have rights."
"You see that is where you are wrong." Number Two said as he pulled out brown envelope from his suit, "If the Convicts were normal criminals, yes, they couldn't be seen as property. However, those three criminals in particular are supers even if only one of them does have powers. Supervillains are handled at a completely different level, because well to put it simply." He smiled, his a hand gently drumming against sealed envelope, "People want to see how they tick. Can such villainy be repeated, did they grow up wrong because of their genetic makeup? Are violent video games, and aggressive music to blame?" Number Two walked closer baring no fear or uncertainty as he handed the envelope over to Batman, "Since this is related to ghosts it's my branch's job to find out."
Batman took the envelope, snapped opened the seal, and read the papers within. His eyes narrowed as a new, darker scowl marked his face, "They're official."
Number Two beamed, as Danny, Tucker, and Sam backed up in horror.
"However," Batman said, "they were minors under the care of their parents when you first found them. All this could have been prevented if you allowed their guardians to have a say in their punishment. Prior to your interference their crimes where minor and could have easily been handled by their local super represented." He glared down at the still smiling man, "You do not have clearance to aggravate a such a conflict."
"We do if a person is too actively dangerous to be ignored. Like if a criminal has the power to launch a country such as ours into an eternal war. It would be foolish to let someone that powerful walk freely to do as they wish, isn't that right," Number Two looked down at Danny his shades darkly reflecting the shield's pink light, "King?"
Danny froze as Number Two's gaze changed. It came from nowhere. In came from nothing. What happen to the kind expression he knew was fake but still somehow felt real. How could it so quickly be replaced such vileness, such a gleeful cruelty. In that moment Danny could see what the he wanted to do to him. He could smell the sterilized lab, and the ecotoplasmic blood the flowed freely in it. He could feel as he was strapped down to a table his powers useless to stop the sharp blade inching closer to his chest. Danny struggled to choke out a response, to say anything to get him to stop...
The air was harshly expelled from his lungs as Sam kicked him in the chest. Danny double over and cough in pain as miasma like feeling that held him was violently cut off.
Number Two frowned at Sam as he righted himself, "Unfair, I almost got a confession out of him." Easily an innocent smile came back to his face, and Danny shuddered, "No matter I don't need a straight confession, not with all the evidence we have." Number Two raised his hand and the ghost shield brightened with the light of thousands of charging weapons, "We the G.I.W will now take into custody Danny Fenton, San Manson, and Tucker Foley." He recited happily, laughing at the glares, and barely repressed fear directed towards him, "Come now don't be like that smile the world is watching!"
Tucker, with panic reflecting in his eyes, shoved the still coughing Danny, and Sam's pointing up at the news choppers circling overhead like vultures. Starfire's bright red hair was barely visible as she tried to talk down the reporters.
"Now before you do anything rash," Number Two said bringing their attention back to him, "I should tell you that this ghost shield is more like a ghost sphere. So no flying through the ground to escape." He said almost bouncing on the balls of his feet, "How about this? You give up quietly and I'll personally make sure nothing too bad happens to you. What do you say?"
Danny shifted of his feet, his hair covered his face not quite containing the emotions that passed through him. Looking up not at Sam or Tucker, but into the horrible false sincerity radiating for Number Two face. Slowly he forced his shaking, which he didn't remember starting, to stop.
And then he exhaled.
"Fucked up beyond all repair?" Danny muttered, causing the Number along with the Justice League to to look at him in confusion.
"Fucked up beyond all Repair." Tucker and Sam said in union, whatever caused Danny to freeze and tremble they wanted absolutely no part of.
"What are you-" Number Two was cut off as the temperature drop reducing his breath to an icy puff. Number Two jumped back distancing himself from the on coming attack as the ground around Danny, Sam, and Tucker glowed an eerie blue.
Before anyone could fire a shot, the Amity Convicts dropped through the ice covered ground, and into swirling green mists.
The cuffs around Danny's hands shattered as his hands froze to a level metal could just not tolerate. His newly free hands reached for Sam and Tucker's easily destroying their cuffs before gripping them as they fell away from the ghost portal he had created.
And what a portal it was.
The portal didn't cut through the void of the Ghost Zone, it smash through it. It had taken his third time using this ability for Danny to realize that falling through this portal felt exactly like how falling through lake ice would. A blast of teeth chattering cold when you fell through the surface, and suffocating pressure as the void's icy fingers dragged you away from the light and into something inescapable. When he first experienced it sensation was horrible. Yet now despite himself, and everything telling not to he was starting to like it.
However Sam and Tucker were not used to it and they shivered waiting for the Ghost Zone's temperate air to warm them.
Gently Sam and Tucker pulled their hands away from his, and he released them to the void. It wasn't like they weren't used to floating in the Ghost Zone. Before they had to escape Amity Park they visited regularly here, and now their balance was perfect as they floated with him in the mists.
Danny wished their success at using such a neglected skill could bring them comfort.
"Operation F.U.B.A.R." Tucker muttered as he pulled the hood of his cloak further over his face, "I never thought we would really have to use it."
He looked away from his best friend. Tucker was strong in his own way. He was smart, he was funny, and always found humour in even their worst situations.
Danny will not see him cry. He will not look at the clear liquid that escaped his hood and drifted away from them. He will not.
They floated in silence as the white-blue light from Danny's waning portal threaten to leave them in the ethereal blackish green glow of the Ghost Zone.
Rage gripped him as the urge to let lose a ghostly wail just for destruction's sake became harder to fight.
Operation F.U.B.A.R. The one thing they had all feared they would be forced into doing one day. A plan that when it was first brought up caused countless fights both verbal and physical. All because of the horror of what the steps leading up to said plan implied.
Self-banishment, or rather the total and complete abandonment of the human world only to use for when living among the living was just too dangerous for them, or their families.
Danny's eyes snapped open, and he left wondering when he had closed them as familiar calloused hands wrapped around his. No longer distracted by his hurt he was pulled in by gentle purple eyes.
"It's going to be okay." Sam said her thumbs gently brushing against the back of his hands. A wiry smile lit her face at the disbelieving look he gave her, "I admit this is a terrible situation, but it isn't hopeless. It's not like we can never go back we just have to be careful when we do." Sam pulled him down her lips barely touching his in a chaste kiss.
"Yeah," He said letting himself enjoy the feel of Sam's hands lightly squeezing his shoulders, "you're right. It's just hurts that everything we worked for didn't amount to anything."
Tucker scoffed, his voice holding some last bits of rawness, "You think that's bad? Think about the work Jazz and Valerie did. All we did was run. They were the ones that tried to clear our names." Tucker shuddered, "I can't even imagine how mad Valerie must be. Hell, she will probably attack me when she sees me again. Then after everything is said and done she'll demand I upgrade her weapons, strengthen her board, and work on her suit. It's probably pinching her in all the wrong places by now…" Tucker trailed off, a impish smirk danced across his face, "Actually, that doesn't sound bad."
With one last peck Sam floated away from Danny, and spoke, "That's the spirit, no pun intended, we're just relocating for a while. The first thing we need to do is to find a place to recuperate, I suggest we go to the Far Frozen."
"That's would be for the best." Danny said, the way to Frost Bite's Tribe easily coming to him even though they were in a part of the Ghost Zone he did not recognize. Just another abnormality of the Zone once you've been to a place you could always find your way back. "They know how to take care of humans, and wouldn't be annoyed by us randomly dropping in."
"Well what are we waiting for?" Tucker said, his free floating style regaining its energy as he flipped around and pointed into the direction they all knew the Far Frozen was in, "Let's go-" Tucker abruptly cut himself off, floating still before turning to them, "Do you guys hear screaming?"
Danny twisted back and forth his ears picking up a quickly growing yell. It continued to grow and he realised it wasn't one scream but two vastly different ones. Looking back to Sam and Tucker he muttered, "Who the hell-" Danny tense as many heavy objects fell behind him, "What the hell was that?" He exclaimed gawking at the gloom below.
Tucker gaped, as Sam pointed down in dismay, "Starfire, Robin, Flash, and Batman just fell past you."
Danny mind drew up a blank as the two rapidly disappearing voices continued to scream, "Starfire can fly."
"Apparently she can't fly here." Tucker mumbled.
"Oh." Danny said, and a comprehensive silence fell on them as Starfire, and Flash screamed into the never-ending void.
"Shit!" Danny, Sam, and Tucker screeched the world slamming back into focus as they frantically descended after them.
"What are they doing here?" He shrieked as his eyes scanned the swirling mist around them.
Tucker teeth grounded, "Did you remember to instantly close the portal after you opened it?"
"I shouldn't have to! Anyone with the smallest amount of ghost knowledge would know better than to jump into an unstable ghost portal!" He snapped back.
"They didn't know that some ghost tracking devices have a range." Sam quipped.
Danny cut his retort off and instead made a frustrated grunt. He couldn't place his slam his hands to his face as he needed to see, "Couldn't they just I don't know, let us get away?"
Tucker looked at him blankly, "The Justice League, and mister 'justice is my hobby' letting the world renounced Amity Convicts escape?"
"I'm just saying that they had options." Danny replied heatedly as his worry grew. They have been falling for a while now and haven't seen anything. There was just so many people eating creatures in the ghost zone and many of them were fast.
Something could have gotten to them already and they would never find out what…
"There they are!" Sam shouted.
Danny's eyes snapped in the direction she pointed and saw long red hair trailing behind a no longer screaming girl. None of them were screaming or even speaking.
"Guys!" Tucker shouted, and Danny felt a lump in his chest disappear when they looked up.
The shock on Starfire's face gave way to happiness and she began to wave a megawatt grin lighting up her face, "Villain Friends Danny, Tucker, and Sam you have come for us!"
Sam reached out and grabbed Starfire's outstretched hands stopping her fall, "Villain Friends, huh? I guess we do deserve that title."
"You do." Robin said, holding tightly onto Danny with the Flash, "I thought the plan was for you to turn yourselves in to us."
"We were going to do that, but then the G.I.W gained custody of us, and then we decided that going here was a safer idea." Sam said easily,
"Just asking for reference." The Flash said looking more than a little off put that he wasn't hanging from Danny's hand instead he was floating with him, "Where is here?"
"The Ghost Zone." Tucker said quickly, trying very hard not to look at Batman or think about how terrible his luck was that he ended up holding the Dark Knight's hand.
"The Ghost Zone?" Robin asked, he sharply off his surprise when saw Batman's impassive face. "So Operation F.U.B.A.R entails you going to the Ghost Zone? What are your intentions for coming here?"
Sam stared at Robin her face slowly getting redder as her aggravation grew, "I can't believe…" Her free arm rose and fell as she tried to put her vexation into words. Finally she just ended up shouting, "You're interrogating us while we're free floating in the Zone after we just saved your sorry ass? Newsfuckingflash we don't want to be villains! Can't you give it a rest? And so help me, if you say justice doesn't rest I swear-"
"I don't mean do the cutting of the in," Starfire squeaked wilting at Sam's temporality misplaced rage, "but what is that?" She said pointing a shaky finger behind them.
They turned to see a behemoth ghost fly toward them. The hulking beast drooled from its awkwardly handing mouth. Hundreds of horrible chameleon like eyes locked onto them, as it screamed in hunger.
"Oh for the love of-," Sam grabbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance, "Danny will you get that?"
"What am I, the janitor?" Danny mumbled, but raised up one glowing foot all the same.
The beast screamed again only to get a mouth full concentrated ecto-blast for its troubles. Wheezing and stunned by the sudden attack it plummeted out of sight.
"Yeah you better run!" Sam shouted after it, skillfully ignoring Danny's look, "As I was saying, we just saved you and quite frankly these questions are starting to piss me off!" Sam's irritation faded at the shocked looks Robin, and the Flash gave her and shot at Danny, "What?" She asked, then looked at Starfire whose face held the same surprised. "What?"
"Is-is this normal." Starfire asked appearing as if she just realized exactly what she got herself into, "These monsters?"
"That wasn't a monster, that was a ghost." Tucker replied to her keeping his voice calm, "The centipede we ran from was a monster. Ghosts are much easier to fight."
"That thing was huge, aren't you a little bit tired?" The Flash asked staring at Danny's smoking foot.
Danny smiled, "You don't have to worry about the bigger ghost's they tend to be weaker. Most of their energy goes to holding their form together, and for me being tired," Danny's legs shifted into a ghostly tail, "I'm a ghost in the Ghost Zone, right now I'm at my strongest."
"Even so we should get out of the open," Sam said as she broke her glare away from Robin in order to look at the gloom around them, "we need to get somewhere safe so we can figure out a way to send you guys back. No arguments," She said as Flash made to do just that, "this place is way too dangerous for people who know nothing about ghosts."
Starfire frowned at Sam's words, "Figure out a way to send us back? Does that mean you can't bring us back?" Starfire asked turning to Danny her eyes widening as he shook his head, "But you opened the portal."
Sam sighed, "It's kind of a one way thing. A portal Danny opens from here could send you anywhere in the mortal realm, including the middle of space."
"Then again very few ghosts are able to create a stable portal in the first place." Tucker shrugged to find that one arm didn't move as it was still attached to a very ill amused Dark Knight, "I guess it's a hard skill to learn."
Robin looked at them his glare not hold up as the danger of the unknown around pulled at him, "So bring us to a ghost that can get us out of here." Robin winched as his voice came out a little too high.
"You do realize you're asking us to find a specific ghost in the Ghost Zone?" Danny deadpanned, "It's like trying to find a fish in the ocean. We can't even begin to guess where they are. Wulf could be running around the forests in Transylvania, the Box Ghost can literally be anywhere, there is no way in hell I'm asking Plasmius, and everyone else uses natural portals which would probably kill you permanently if you use them. The only person we can ask is…" Danny eyes widened, "Oh," he hung his head, "shit."
"What is it villain friend Danny?" Starfire asked looking between him, Tucker, and Sam. Her face showing worry at their cringes, "Is this ghost really that bad? Is he of the evil?"
"Worse." Danny said miserable, "I can deal with evil."
"Then what's wrong?" Flash asked.
Danny sighed, his head turning to the direction he knew with absolute conviction where a certain clock tower floated, "He's my guardian."
"He's supposed to guard you?" Robin asked.
"Well no," Danny laughed awkwardly, "he's supposed to keep me in line, and you know punish me if I do, um wrong."
Batman scowled deeply, "Then he's doing a terrible job."
"That's the funny thing." Tucker replied sardonically, "He's doing a great job since we have to go to him." Tucker smirked at Danny, "You really ticked him off. Think about it, we have no other options. I'll even bet you money the Infinity Map isn't in Frost Bite's lair. Hell, his tower even feels closer to us then the Far Frozen."
Danny paled at Tucker's statement, "He's going to attack me on the spot isn't he?"
Robin looked between them, "Who are you talking about? You act like he set this whole thing up."
"Clockwork, that's his name." Sam said, "And he probably did set this up since he may be the strongest ghost like ever. The guy's omniscient."
"Not to mention omnipresent." Danny said, obviously thinking over what he did during the past months.
"If you really think about it he's also omnipotent." Tucker muttered, "His powers are seriously overpowered."
Robin's eyes large for once not trying to hide his shock, "What are his powers?"
"Clockwork is the ghost of time." Danny said easily, "To him time is a parade, and while everyone is stuck on the street guessing how everything is going to play out he's above the buildings watching all the twists and turns the parade may or may not take." Danny paused at their looks, "His words not mine."
"And," Sam added, looking into Robin, Flash, and Starfire's openly shocked faces, "Sometimes he meddles."
Flash looked between the three of them, "And you want to go to knocking on this guy's door?"
"Clockwork doesn't have a door." Tucker answered blatantly, "He knows who's coming over like a millennium in advance. He knows we're coming, and is probably waiting for us."
"Right, we shouldn't keep him waiting." Danny said floating in the direction that gave him the familiar feeling of gears, steel, and ancient stone.
"And you're sure he'll help." Flash asked as he tried not to acknowledge the floating doors and the unearthly howls which echoed around them.
"Oh yeah he'll bring you back to wherever you need to go," Danny's smile got tense, "Right when he's done punching a hole through me. Then again may be he's not too mad. It's not like I've done anything too bad, or stupid." Danny laughed awkwardly which led to an even more awkward silence as they all stared at him. He sighed, "Let's just get this over with."
A.N: Told you that I was going to update faster. :)
Anywho, on my travels to find references on the Ghost Zone I found this totally unrelated comic: (Take away all the spaces in the {} and send what's left through google. For some reason Fanfiction hates links) { cold front . the comic series }
I'm not even that big of fan of Gravity Falls and it hooked me. Reviews, and comments really help content creators out so check it out, and give it some love.
~Broken Hand