This was a really fun chapter to write. I never got to show Phantom being a giant ass, but here we are, with Phantom being an even bigger ass than usual. Thanks for all of the reviews, you guys are really the best. I never thought I would get this much attention! Also, I finished writing this today, and it's weighed in at 29 chapters and 20,991 words. Yikes. I don't usually write that much. The last chapter almost made me cry to write it, so...look forward to it, lovelies!

Phantom woke up the next morning, stretching gently. He looked down at Sam, who was still fast asleep.

Her breathing was soft and routine, and her skin glowed from sleep. He gave her a quick kiss, careful not to wake her. Since it was Saturday, he decided not to disturb her, and stayed right where he was.

She would move slightly once in a while, making a soft noise. Phantom loved the way she had curled up against him, her legs intertwined with his.

After admiring her for what felt like a long time, he dragged himself out of bed. He walked over to the window, moving the curtains just enough to look around Amity Park.

He watched people go by, on their way to work, sometimes just taking a little walk. Cars would occasionally come by, and he would track them, his ears picking up every little noise they made.

"Morning." Sam said, suddenly behind him. He turned around, looking at her. Her eyes were still glazed over, her hair was messy in the back, and she had some eyeliner smudged around her eyes. That didn't make her any less beautiful, though.

"Smo'pc ycxorhdoa." He whispered. "Ncpdcjr." Sam widened her eyes at the way his tongue seamlessly stitched consonants together. "Sorry. I guess I kinda default to my native language." He added. "I said that you're beautiful."

"Really? I still need to shower." Sam said, ruffling her hair. "And no, you can't join me."

"C'mon, don't get so defensive. I wasn't gonna ask anyways." Phantom floated up to the ceiling. "And how would you know if I was in there?" He went invisible.

"You know, I could always ask Jack and Maddie if they have a spare ecto-foamer." Sam growled, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.

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Phantom decided to fly around a little while she was gone, first putting his jumpsuit back on. He kept himself invisible, and hopefully away from any hunters. His ghost sense went off, and he looked around. It could just be the Box Ghost. Here's to hoping it's just the Box Ghost. Unfortunately, he was wrong.

He landed on top of a building, becoming visible again. 'Hello?' He called. 'Who are you? What are you doing here?'

'I am Technus!' The irritatingly loud ghost landed in front of him. 'But who are you?'

'Dammit, it's me, Phantom. Just went through a little hair change.' He raised his hand, and it crackled with green energy. 'I don't want to fight you. I also don't want those hunters to kill you, or anyone. Just go back to the ghost zone and-' Technus shut the boy up by firing a ghost ray at him.

'You will not stop me! With all of the technology these hunters have been carrying around, I can take over-' This time, Phantom cut him off by blasting him with ice.

'That's enough, Technus.' He said, standing up slowly. 'Let's be reasonable ghosts about this.' Unfortunately, his peacemaking efforts were cut off by agents running through the roof access door.

"Freeze, ghosts!" One of them shouted. He pointed his gun directly at Phantom, who sighed angrily.

"I swear to god. I'm on your side! I was trying to get rid of this asshole-" He pointed at Technus, "Before you guys started wasting time shooting at him."

"All ghosts are against humans. That's how it is." Another agent said, putting his finger on the trigger. "Now surrender, so we can take you in for thorough examination." He smiled. "And decommission."

"Really? You're telling me you want to kill me, and therefore I should come with you?" Phantom turned to Technus. "Do you believe this guy?" The older ghost shrugged. 'Get into their tech. This doesn't mean we're friends, but I'm not gonna let them kill us.'

"Speak English!" An agent shouted. Technus laughed, went intangible, and phased into a scanner. Laughing came from all directions as Technus moved through the system.

"I, Technus, have taken over your GPS systems! Isn't that wicked?" All of the devices fizzled and died, and he phased out.

"Now leave the ghost hunting to me." Phantom growled, whipping around and shooting Technus. 'Go back to the Ghost Zone! You'll get hurt here, and I don't want you messing with humans!' He shouted. The agents, completely deprived of everything except guns, began shooting at Phantom.

The boy decided to do something he had never done; gone into what Plasmius called 'overload', when he let all of his ecto-energy seep out at once. Plasmius, due to some negative feelings and having extremely powerful ghost energy, was able to do it quite easily. However, Phantom had never been able to do it right.

His skin went from its normal shade to having a mint green color; his eyes glowing brightly blue-green. He shot Technus again, his teeth becoming pointed.

"Shoot him!" An agent shouted, and they all opened fire. He surrounded himself in a shield, his hair going up in white flames.

"I said, leave the ghost hunting to me." His voice was gravelly. "I don't want to fight all of you and Technus; it's just unfair." Phantom smiled. "To you."

Technus seemed scared, and went intangible, sinking down into the building. All eyes were on Phantom, who put the shield down. He wasn't looking too pretty; ectoplasm started to foam out of his mouth, and he almost looked rabid.

"Keep shooting until we get reinforcements!" An agent said. Phantom looked up, seeing a news helicopter.

'You've gotta be fucking kidding me.' He said, flying up to dodge bullets. His hands glowed green, and he shot at a few of the agents, knocking them over. He wasn't going to start killing them, especially considering he was starting to form a liking for humans.

His tail whipped back and forth angrily, and he froze all of the agents to the ground, moving the ice around their ankles.

"Won't you all just leave me alone?!" He shouted, flying away and going intangible. When he got to Sam's, he phased through the wall, somewhat crash-landing on her bed.

"You're a dumbass." She said, considering he had landed on her legs. Her personal TV was on the news station, showing him shooting at the Guys in White.

"Phantom, the self-named ghost, is shown here shooting at the Guys in White. These images may be disturbing, but the agents are all alive and without much injury. The worst they've experienced are some broken ribs from the force of the blasts-" Sam clicked the mute button, silencing the reporter.

"Sorry?" Phantom asked, his hair still flaming. His skin was starting to go back to a normal shade, but his cheeks were still dusted with green. "I would have died, there were too many of them. I just had to scare them a little." He flashed a fanged smile, hoping he wouldn't get in too much trouble.

"You are such an ass." She said, shoving him off of her. "And you're leaking ectoplasm. Get off of my sheets." He stood up, and realized he had gotten shot in the back.

"Ow." Phantom's hair went back to its normal self, back to its natural white. "Is it bad?"

"Oh god, how do I stop it?" Sam ran into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and covering it. "It's thicker than blood…this should hold it."

"Shit, Sam, I think I lost a lot…" Phantom faltered. "My legs…" He fell to the ground, and Sam saw multiple graze wounds on his legs, each of which were welling up with ectoplasm. "If I pass out, I'll be okay. It'll regenerate, and I'll sleep…I hope…" His eyes closed slowly, and he let out a soft sigh.

"Phantom? Oh god, don't be dead-" A blue ring appeared around his waist, and it split into two, going up and down his body. His hair became black, and the colors of his jumpsuit became inverted. "The hell?"