Many thanks to my beta skelpina for reading over this!

I don't know if this needs a warning, but there is a description of flashing lights, though there are no images at all! Mentions of possible seizures too, but nothing happens.

Danny has a little cameo just for exposition!

"So, how's Wisconsin going?" Sam asked over the phone.

"Eh, we finally left the GAV so I'll take whatever we're given." Danny said from the other end of the line. "We are actually staying at mister Masters' castle, which I guess should excite me? I don't know, I'm just glad to have an actual bed tonight. I'm exhausted."

Tucker arrived at the table Sam was using, carrying a tray of pop and popcorn and settling it between them as he sat down.

"So, how's Wisconsin?" He asked as well.

"He's sleeping on a castle, so that's something." Sam relied him, taking a sip of her pop.

"A castle in Wisconsin?" Tucker wondered out loud, frowning. "The Dairy King's castle?"

Danny went silent on the phone, while Sam just stared at him.

"Of course you would know about the King of Cheese's castle." The halfa snorted. "Anyway, what'cha up to?"

"We're gonna watch the Matrix again, to see if this time we understand what's going on."

Danny chuckled to himself. "Yeah maybe one day you will." He said, not unkindly.

Checking the time on the tickets' and comparing it to her phone, Sam stood up.

"We gotta hang up, movie's about to start."

"See ya, buddy."

"Yeah, see ya."

A goth and a geek walk out of a movie theatre.

The goth says, "Government evil."

The geek, for his part, expresses, "Technology cool."

They look at each other, and burst out laughing. "Someday we'll get it." The both agree.

"Wanna go to the arcade?" Tucker asked as they put away their tray. "Mikey said they're bringing back good ol' Polybius."

Sam raised an eyebrow, watching him incredulously. "You're on."

Sam watched as Tucker's screen rotated to line-up his shots, while the bright, blinking colours burnt themselves into her eyelids every time she blinked, leaving after-images floating around in her field-vision.

"Y'know, if you have a seizure or something, I'm not carrying you home. Just a F.Y.I."

"Oh, don't worry; us Meat Eaters have enough energy to resist subliminal messages and flashing lights."

"Cite your source!"

"Me right now!" The screen kept swirling as Tuck's attack hit their mark one after the other in quick succession. "C'mon, c'mon!"

Just as Tucker was about to defeat Sam's newly registered highest score, the screen went black.

"What the heck?!" He and Sam exclaimed.

"This game has been reported as ectoplasm-operated." Agent K from the Guys in White announced as he rounded the machine with its cord in hand. "The Ghostly Investigation Ward is confiscating it."

At the disgruntled protests from the present teenagers, Agent O who had walked in with a cargo cart, said, "We are taking it from here for your own good. This thing could harm you in ways you wouldn't understand."

And the youth of Amity Park watched as the government agents took away that amazing game without a second glance their way.

Shoulders slumped and a scowl on her face, Sam asked, "Want to hang out at the park?"

"Sure, why not?"

Sitting on the wooden bridge that sat on a small arm of water in Amity Park's artificial lake (which had nothing on the real one, being honest), Sam and Tucker munched on chips from a large bag placed between them as their feet dangled from the edge through the safety bars of the railing.

Gently, Sam threw a handful of seeds and the nearby ducks, watching as they swarmed them happily in the water.

"Quack, quack." Tucker said out of nowhere.

"Quack, quack certainly." Sam answered.

After a few more minutes of friendly silence Tucker asked, "Wanna go to the Nasty Burger tomorrow if we don't have t fight for our lives against any ghost? Or after we have fought them?"

With a shrug and a smile, Sam said, "Yeah, sure thing."

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