HELLO ALL I GIVE YOU THE LONG AWAITED 6TH CHAPTER OK BYE
The next day was beginning to seem considerably better than the last. The stress that had kept Dipper up all night long about Danny joining them on their mystery hunt had slowly faded away, or, at least, was attempted to be forced away. And at this point in time, Dipper's main focus was trying to make sure that nothing went haywire during the trip, and that everything was going according to plan.
At the time, it was around late noon, nearing two o'clock– the same time that Wendy and Danny were supposed to arrive and join them. According to Wendy, Danny wasn't actually aware of what they were going to do, so she was supposed to fill him in on the details before they even arrived. Together. Just the fact that they were coming together irked Dipper.
He paced back and forth in the clearing in front of the Mystery Shack, rapidly clicking a pen as he waited for the rest of the group to arrive. "Ergh, what is taking them so long?" he asked aloud, looking back towards the tourist trap. Conveniently, the Shack's front door opened, but left him confused to find Soos walking out alone without Mabel trailing behind him.
"Hey Soos!" he acknowledged, and quickly stopped pacing, forcing himself to stand still. Once Soos had reached closer to where he was standing in the clearing, Dipper was not surprised to see a bag of half-eaten chips in the repairman's right hand.
"Oh, hey Dipper!" Soos greeted back with an excited wave. "Dude, you'll never guess what happened today. I found this taco on the floor outside the back alleyway of the arcade and it totally spoke to me. Not in the literal sense though. That'd be pretty cool," he paused, mindlessly looking up at the sky, "But like, dude. It was like, calling out to me. No taco hard shell has ever had that effect on me before," he said wistfully, and Dipper could already guess what Soos was going to say next.
"I ate it," he deadpanned, then let out a small chuckle.
Dipper soon joined in on his friend's laughter, albeit beginning to revel in the fact of how unsanitary eating a taco on the ground from the back of the arcade might actually be. "Man, that's so gross," he cringed.
Soos grinned proudly. "Dude, I know." he said seriously, putting a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "And I'm not ashamed to say I enjoyed that dumpster taco, too."
"I…" Dipper began, making a face. "Yeah, I can't relate to that."
"It's okay dude. Your time will come," Soos comforted. Dipper frowned.
"Speaking of coming, where's Mabel?" he asked, now noticing that Soos had been carrying her backpack.
Soos shrugged, stuffing his hand into the bag of chips from the vending machine. "Oh, she's all packed but she said she wanted to apply her new glitter eyeliner that she bought yesterday… and dude," he began with a laugh, "I don't blame her, makeup takes skills, but she needs practice. She's erasing the evidence." he explained with a small laugh.
Dipper's shoulders slumped in frustration as he ran onto the front porch, wedging his head through the door. "MABEL!" He yelled, but was met with only a distant yell from upstairs. He huffed in response and ventured further into the shack, before again yelling: "You don't need glitter to walk in the woods, come on!"
"Yeah, listen to your brother!" Grunkle Stan added, from the living room. Although it was past noon, he was still in his pyjamas, as usual, and frankly, looked as if he had just woken up.
"Never!" she called back childishly, still from upstairs.
Dipper groaned. "Mabel, I'm serious!"
"Well, can't say I didn't try for ya," Stan sipped from a coffee mug absently, then suddenly wrinkled his nose in disgust and promptly took a spit take, spraying the floor. "Blargh, is this Mabel Juice?" he asked aloud, beginning to cough.
Dipper shuddered at the memory of Mabel's homemade juice. No juice should ever have glitter or plastic dinosaurs in it, let alone both. "Grunkle Stan, I think you picked up the wrong mug," he commented, gesturing to the mug of Mabel Juice in Stan's hand, and the fresh coffee sitting innocently on the table.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Stan responded, acting out a fake gagging noise for emphasis.
Skipping steps and bouncing her way down to the door, Mabel stuck out her tongue at her impatient brother. "Dipping sauce, you kept me up late last night with your crazy theories about tourist guy, so I think you can wait a couple minutes for me to put on my special limited edition rainbow glitter eyeliner!" she chastised as they walked outside through the back porch.
"They're not crazy, they're valid scientific explanations!" Dipper exclaimed.
Mabel snorted with laughter. "You keep telling yourself that, bro-bro."
Stan followed lazily behind them with the now half empty mug of Mabel Juice in his hand, not walking out further than the porch. "Don't get eaten alive by bears!" He called out, plopping onto the worn out yellow couch. "Heh, that'd suck if they did."
The twins reached the clearing space in front of the Mystery Shack to find Soos, still there, except now without the bag of chips in his hand from before. "Hey dudes!" he called, and Mabel diverted her attention away from her brother to wave back at him.
"Soos!" she yelled, running excitedly towards him. Dipper followed suit, not wanting to be left behind against Mabel's quickened pace and soon they approached side by side.
"Hey girldude!" Soos greeted as he handed back her pink backpack. She happily began to root through it with a determined expression, but knowing Mabel, she was probably searching for her emergency glitter or her canteen of Mabel Juice.
The three began to walk towards the woods so they could wait for the rest to arrive there– Wendy would meet them there, just like last time when they were searching for the author. Except now, she wasn't coming alone. Dipper tried to not relent too much on this fact, and instead frowned at the things his sister pulled out from her backpack.
"Hey Mabel, why did you bring a leafblower?"
"Uhm, duh," she laughed, as if the answer was obvious. "Gnomes?"
"Good point." Dipper noted, but lifted a brow when Mabel pulled out her favourite tool. "The grappling hook, Mabel, really?"
"Just in case!" she announced. "You never know when we'll come across some creepy freaky thingy creature."
"Dude. That, is, so, true," Soos agreed wholeheartedly.
Dipper shrugged in agreement, stopping in his tracks. "Yeah, yeah, true, I guess. There are 'creepy freaky' creatures in these woods," he said with air quotations, "But I just wonder how Danny's gonna react to those things when him and Wendy get here."
"Are you going somewhere? Again?" Jazz asked, and Danny's head turned around in surprise to face his sister. She had actually tore her eyes away from her latest psychology book for once, long enough to see what he was doing, and of course, the first thing she was going to do was question his life choices like the overbearing sister she was.
Danny was beginning to feel like the longer he spent in the motel room with her, the more he was prone to being given a lecture. Or psychotherapy treatment. Or in the common case, both. So if he could leave at any chance he got– he'd take it. Even if he was in a weirdo town he had no idea about or where anything was.
He huffed hastily, and glanced back to the bag on his motel room bed. "Yeah, but it's not dangerous, so you don't need to worry this time," he answered passively, sneaking a Fenton Thermos into the bottom of his backpack. Just in case.
Jazz frowned. "And where exactly, are you going?"
"Well, when we were at the Mystery Shack yesterday, I met this girl, Wendy, who works there and we were talking and she said she'd tell me more about the town and its spooky stories or whatever, because even according to the locals, Gravity Falls is abnormal," Danny explained as he zipped his bag shut. "Like, Amity Park weird."
"And you believe that?" she pressed, crossing her arms.
"Yes! Okay, when we were in the RV, I saw a gnome move, Jazz," Danny replied. "Gnomes aren't supposed to move and walk and talk! That's not natural!" he exclaimed. "Unless it's like, oh, I don't know, a ghost! There's something off about this town, I'm telling you."
"Ugh, this again." Jazz rolled her eyes, and stood up from her seat on the edge of her bed. "What happened to making this trip as relaxing as possible? I thought you said you wanted to get as far away from the supernatural as mom and dad can possibly allow." she reminded.
"I'm curious about this place!" Danny reasoned, hoisting his backpack onto one shoulder. "My ghost sense hasn't gone off once, and this place is supposed to be chalk full of weird stuff. I just wanna know how."
Jazz frowned. "But we don't know much about this town! What if a ghost shows up, and someone catches you using your powers or something, or–"
"They won't. Have you seen some of the people here in this town?" Danny asked, then thought back to the white haired hillbilly they saw yesterday, and the creepy faced journalist, and Lazy Susan, the waitress at the diner. All oblivious, much like the ones in Amity Park.
"Okay, yes, some of these people are oblivious, but you can't judge everything and everyone in the town by looking at only a few people and things," she began. "I mean, we've barely been to any places here, and we really don't know who could be dangerous!" she argued.
"Jazz, I fight ghosts every day, and you're telling me that some people in this town might be dangerous?"
"I know you do, but here isn't there. You don't know what this town's like, Danny, you have to be careful when you do things!" she fought back.
"Blah, blabbity, blah blah, I need to make better life choices because I'm not as perfect as you," Danny mimicked while pulling a stupid expression, "Blah, blah, dangerous activities are bad, everything I do is wrong, blah… need I say more?"
"That's not what I was going to say!"
Danny began to slowly back out towards the door. "But you were thinking it," he remarked.
"I wasn't thinking that!" Jazz huffed in visible irritation.
"I beg to differ."
"Danny, will you just listen to me for once?" Jazz begged, attempting to cover his path by standing in the way.
"Oh, you mean like how you listened to me when I said that I know what I'm doing and when your help wasn't needed?" he retorted, sidestepping her.
Jazz glared. "Look, I'm just trying–"
"Bye, Jazz!" Danny called out happily, shutting the door, and clearly with intent on ignoring whatever it was she was going to say.
"...To look out for you." she finished, and sat back down on the edge of her bed with a sigh.
Although Danny had began to feel bad afterwards for arguing with Jazz back at the motel, he ultimately tried to shrug off his guilt that he knew was soon going to escalate. She'll be fine, he thought halfheartedly, and tried to instead focus on where he was headed towards.
Looking down at his digital wristwatch, he cursed quickly under his breath, noting that he was already a few minutes late. He was supposed to meet Wendy at that totem pole at two o'clock, and judging by how far he was from their meeting place, he wasn't going to arrive any earlier than 2:15 by walking.
He huffed and attempted to quicken his pace, passing by Greasy's Diner and a few other shops in town before he came to a sudden halt.
"Wait… Duh, I can fly there," Danny mused aloud, smacking himself in the forehead for not realizing this sooner. If he flew, then he could get there in a quarter of the time that it would take him to walk! He hurriedly looked around his surroundings to check for any witnesses, and after noting that the coast was clear, ran into the nearest alleyway to go ghost.
A bright white light flashed from the opening of the alley, and on instinct he turned invisible as he flew out. No one in Gravity Falls needed to know about Danny Phantom, especially out in broad daylight.
He flew overhead the downtown area of the town and then swooped upwards, getting a bright view of the winding roads of the town. Making out what he presumed to be the Mystery Shack from afar, he began to head in the general direction of it, taking the route above the endless pine tree filled forest.
Once a vague path became noticeable, Danny floated down towards it, landing on the dry dirt ground. Once again, he looked around him before going visible and transforming back to human. Even though he was in the forest, he still couldn't take the chance of any curious eyes. How hypocritical of me, he added wryly.
The bright flash died down and he slowly walked through the widening path before it gradually turned to a clearing surrounded by pine trees. Looking straight ahead, he found that he had already arrived at the entrance of the Mystery Shack.
"Huh, never noticed that it spelled out Mystery 'Hack'." Danny said aloud, looking over to the fallen 'S' letter on the roof of the cabin-like establishment. Then he wondered what could have possibly happened to knock off a letter. The Shack seemed to be well built, it couldn't possibly have just fallen off by itself naturally. It must have been knocked off by someone, either on purpose, or on accident.
He held a passive expression and glanced towards the recently beat-up totem pole out front, (courtesy of his dad's bad driving skills), and beamed when he saw Wendy already there, leaning against the pole. She was bouncing some sort of rock back and forth against the side wall of the Mystery Shack with a bored expression on her face, and frankly, looked as if she wouldn't be bothered if there was an apocalypse happening.
Danny made his way over to her and habitually checked his watch again. He wasn't more than ten minutes late. Good thing this wasn't a formal occasion, he thought to himself.
Assuming that Wendy had heard his footsteps against the gravel, she looked up and grinned. "Dude, hey! You came!" she exclaimed, throwing the rock aside and opting to retract from her position against the totem pole, and held out a fist towards Danny.
"Hey," he greeted, returning Wendy's fist bump, "Well, I wasn't going to not come," he began, as they collectively began to walk away from the totem pole and towards the Mystery Shack. "I mean… I don't really have anything better to do here really seeing as you're the only person from here that I know, and you don't seem to hate me, so… yeah," he shrugged off awkwardly.
Wendy chuckled then furrowed her brows in confusion. "Hate you? Who here hates you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say hate…" Danny trailed off, thinking how to word his next statement. "But, one of the twins from yesterday, Dipper, yeah, he for sure doesn't like me."
"Dipper? What, why wouldn't he like you, man? You're totally cool– and he likes all my friends! Well, except for Robbie…"
"Robbie?" Danny prompted. Wendy had actually mentioned him once before, after they had met the twins, but he had no idea who she was talking about.
"Ugh, yeah. He's my ex," she rolled her eyes, and judging by the sound of her tone, Danny didn't really want to press more on the subject.
Well, that's understandable as to why Dipper doesn't like him, he thought to himself. Danny was beginning to piece together why Dipper actually didn't like him– and it wasn't the same reason as to why Dipper was somehow suspicious of him.
Dipper liked Wendy.
It was so obvious now, back to when he first met the kid. It must of been why Dipper was so bitter towards Danny just for standing next to Wendy– he must have thought Danny was trying to steal Wendy from him or something! The very thought of that made him laugh.
Of course he wasn't going to tell Wendy–for Dipper's sake– but heck, with how obvious it was, she probably already knew. But that was Dipper's business, and Danny didn't want to make him dislike him more than he already did.
"Well, I'm sure he has a good reason for not liking him," Danny said simply.
"Psh'yeah, I mean, Robbie did try to brainwash me into liking him again with some mind control disc track… Then we broke up. Dipper got pretty worked up about it. I cried for like, two days straight, man."
Danny frowned. "Wait, mind control? Brainwash? What?"
"Yeah, what a jerk, right? But it's whatever, I guess." Wendy brushed off, but Danny was still concerned of how lightly Wendy was taking in the subject of… her ex-boyfriend's attempts to brainwash her? Was this considered normal here?
"How did that even happen?" Danny asked curiously.
Wendy snorted. "Beats me. This town has some things in it that you just don't question, man."
"Like what?"
"Like, just the other week, the twins, Soos and I found this crazy cool bunker under the woods, and we literally came across a shape shifting creature down in the underground lab. That thing scarred me for life."
"Okay, the 'tourist' part of me is winning, I'm interested. Continue," Danny motioned.
She chuckled, and continued, "Well, it was an experiment by the author of the journal Dipper had discovered– the journal that has information on all the weird stuff in this town… werewolves, vampires, zombies, ghosts–" Danny's eyes widened at this one, "–monsters, demons, unicorns… like, everything," she threw her hands up in the air for emphasis.
"A journal?" Danny questioned. "How'd he get that?"
"Oh, well, from what I know, he found it in the woods on his first week here, and he's been completely into the supernatural stuff ever since," she shrugged.
"Wow. That explains a lot," Danny noted in a low voice, aimed more towards himself rather than Wendy. That must have been what Dipper was going on about last night, why he was saying that there must be something wrong with Danny. He was already suspecting him of being not entirely human, and he's only met the kid for a few minutes! Granted, he was in fact not entirely human, so Dipper was actually right, but still.
Wendy frowned in confusion. "What?"
"Nothing," he coughed. "So, the shape shifter?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, it shapeshifted to look like me and then I literally had to wrestle other me, which was really weird, and then Dipper had to find out which one was the real me–which he did–and stabbed it with my axe," she explained, making a stabbing gesture with her hands.
Danny's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Wendy nodded, "Believe me, man, never will I get the image of green liquid pouring from other me's stomach. Like, can you imagine green liquid oozing from your duplicate?"
"Vividly," Danny answered, thinking back to his prototype clone melting before him, during the whole Dani and Vlad skirmish. Upon receiving a weird look from Wendy, he added hastily, "I mean, I can imagine it. Vividly."
"Gotcha," Wendy replied, seeming to buy his excuse. Danny, however, smiled uneasily.
All of what she was saying was absurd, but to be fair, he fought ghosts everyday, so he couldn't be a skeptic. But he still wanted some more proof. He raised a brow. "So…have you ever came across a… oh, I don't know, ghost?"
Wendy's face crossed with recognition. "Dude, yes. And it was freaky. I think that was actually more scarring than seeing the shape shifter's true form. Ghosts are a force not to be reckoned with, and never am I going back to that haunted convenience store. My friends and I barely escaped with our lives if it wasn't for Dipper," she explained, but then suddenly frowned. "Why ghosts?"
Crud, Danny thought, and smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Better he reveal the tidbit about his parent's ghost hunting obsession that his own secret. "Well…" he began sheepishly, "You know how you wanted to know yesterday about my parents? Why they were acting like they were?"
Wendy perked up. "Yeah?"
"...They're ghost hunters. Inventors, scientists, whatever you wanna call it… they study ghosts, obsessively," he sighed, "So my life kind of revolves around ghosts." He finished, albeit deliberately leaving out the bigger fact that his life mainly revolved around ghosts because he was a ghost. Wendy didn't need to know that last part.
She whistled. "Man, that's tough. And I thought my dad was weird. He sings along to Sev'ral Timez as he cuts down trees, but your parents, oh man. Now I get why you didn't wanna tell me before."
"Yeah… It's something alright. But I've seen ghosts, too. They're everywhere where I'm from. Amity Park seems to be most of the ghosts' favourite town to haunt and terrorize."
"Huh. I was wondering how you were taking the shape shifter thing so well, but that pretty much explains it. You ever fought a ghost?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah–" Danny began, but cut himself short before he stupidly revealed his secret. He laughed awkwardly to cover up his mistake. "I mean, yeah, with my parents' weapons. Y'know. Ecto-guns and all. Can't fight a ghost without weapons!" He tried with forced enthusiasm.
"You're a bit weird, you know." Wendy commented, before adding, "But that's okay. Weird is cool," she declared, lightly punching him on the shoulder.
"Thanks, I guess," Danny laughed. "So, what's the plan?"
Wendy's eyes lit up. "Ohmygosh, thanks for reminding me!" she exclaimed. "Okay, don't hate me, but yesterday I kinda forgot that I made plans with you and said yes to coming with Dipper and the gang on another mystery hunt," she began, "BUT, Dipper said that you could come too!"
Danny blinked. "Wait… Dipper actually agreed to me coming?"
"Yeah, man!"
"Wow, didn't think he'd want me to come with you guys," he commented in shock, but shrugged off his doubts. He had only met Dipper for a few minutes yesterday, after all. Granted, he didn't know Wendy all that well either. "When is this happening?" he questioned apprehensively.
Wendy checked the time on her phone and made a 'hand stuck in the cookie jar' facial expression, looking back up at him. "Maybe like… give or take ten minutes ago?"
Danny's eyes widened. "So we're like, super late? And you really just remembered to mention this now?"
"A hundred percent really," Wendy said seriously, "Dude, if we leave now we'll be less late. Come on, I know a shortcut!"
"Then lead the way!" he motioned.
"...And that's how you make Mabel Juice!" Mabel finished proudly, after explaining in excruciating detail on how to recreate her special recipe for the over-caffeinated drink. She held a sample of the drink in her hand, as it was, of course, one of the many things she had packed.
The three were sat in a large open clearing on the edge of the forest, not too far from the Mystery Shack. They were waiting for Wendy (and Danny) to arrive, and it had been nearly ten minutes. Soos was sat on a log, while Dipper was leaning up against a tree, and Mabel had opted to stand in the center of the clearing in order to explain her Mabel Juice recipe.
"Dude, I'd pay you to explain that whole thing to me again," Soos commented in awe. "My eyes have been opened."
"Please, no, none of that, no one needs to hear that again," Dipper interrupted quickly before Mabel could respond. Unfortunately, that didn't stop her.
She beamed with excitement, ignoring Dipper's protests. "How much are we talking?" she drawled.
"Do you do instructional videos?" Soos asked, putting a finger up to his chin in deep thought.
"That can be arranged!" Mabel grinned.
"Yes!" Soos cheered, throwing a fist up in the air. He would happily buy a video of Mabel re-explaining on how to make her acclaimed juice.
Dipper however, groaned in displeasure. "Mabel Juice is the drink of my worst nightmares." he recalled, thinking back to the time where Mabel had made both him and Stan taste test one of her most recent batches. This version included the glitter, plastic dinosaurs, and scented confetti in the pink liquid. After that, he was coughing out sparkles for a week.
"One man's nightmare is another man's dream!" she responded happily, waving her long sweater sleeves around in the air to the annoyance of her twin.
He frowned. "Not really, no, that drink is..." he began, but stopped himself short upon hearing the sound Wendy's voice through the forest.
"Amazing? Spectacular? Sensational?" Mabel supplied.
"No, shh," he hushed, and tried to listen for bits and pieces of a conversation, catching the end of something Wendy was saying.
"...Yeah, man, they're great. They'll totally like you."
"...You sure? I mean, you do remember my first encounter with them right? I think I might have died from the awkwardness."
His stomach dropped as he heard the second voice. Danny. The guy. He heard Wendy laugh and a few more words exchanged between the two before the shuffling became louder and clearer. Although Dipper knew that Danny was coming on this trip, he couldn't help but feel disappointment beginning to wash over. He quickly recovered and got up from the tree, to see that Mabel and Soos were now aware as well that they had received company.
Wendy and Danny walked out from the forest path and into the clearing. "Oh there you guys are, hey!" Wendy greeted, waving happily towards them.
"Hey Wendy!" Dipper and Mabel voiced simultaneously, both without a glance at one another.
Soos half raised his arm. "Sup?"
Mabel then turned to face Danny and her eyes lit up, letting out an excited gasp. "And you brought Danny too! Hi! I'm Mabel, if you didn't remember," she gushed.
Danny waved awkwardly in response. "Hey, yeah, I remember you. You said you liked uh, glitter and kittens, right?" he guessed.
Mabel let out a small squee sounding noise next to Dipper. "He remembered!" she whispered/hissed into his ear and grabbed a hold onto Dipper's arm for dear life. Danny stared incredulously at the excitable preteen's antics as her brother tried to shoo her off his arm.
"She's… she's had a lot of juice today," Dipper explained reluctantly.
Danny frowned, still not taking his eyes off Mabel. "What kind of juice?" he asked curiously.
Dipper looked back at his bouncing sister. "You don't wanna know."
"I'll take that as a 'don't ask'." Danny replied, glancing towards Mabel's ecstatic state as well. In this short moment, Danny and Dipper held a mutual truce.
"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry if it was surprising that it became a group thing, it just totally slipped my mind that I already agreed to meet you when I said yes to come on this trip, but I guess it worked out." Wendy said suddenly, guilt crossing her features.
The mutual truce vanished at Wendy's words, reminding Dipper of reasons why he began to dislike Danny in the first place. "Oh, it's no problem, really," he assured, through gritted teeth.
Danny seemed not to notice Dipper's seething, and if he did, he hid it well. "Well, I didn't think this was going to be a trip, but Mabel and Dipper have backpacks with them so I'm just wondering where exactly we're headed," he said coolly.
"Dude, you have no idea what to expect because you're new, but trust us, it's gonna get weird." Soos exclaimed excitedly. "We're going deeper into the forest though. No surprise there."
"You guys know your way around the forest?" Danny questioned, looking at his surroundings. Endless pine trees.
"Relax, we've gone through the forest tons of times. It's not that dangerous," Dipper paused on the last word, reminded of all the monsters he encountered among the tall trees. "–if you know who and what to avoid," he then added as an afterthought.
Danny raised an eyebrow. If Dipper was trying to scare him, it evidently did not work. Then again, if he was trying to impress him, well, coming across monsters and living to tell the tale, and being only a human, too, was impressive. And he was what, like, twelve? So all in all, it worked.
His own experiences with the supernatural made Danny wary of the dangers ahead, but Dipper seemed confident in his ability to deal with it, and looking over at Mabel, he could tell through the skip in her steps that she wasn't worried about certain death. Either that, or she was incredibly naive.
"Don't worry Danny, I came prepared to fight." Mabel rummaged through her bag excitedly. "WITH MY GRAPPLING HOOK!" she exclaimed, holding it out in the air.
"Wait, grappling hook, what?" Danny's face twisted in slight worry and utter confusion.
Soos let out a small, innocent chuckle. "Don't worry dude," he grinned. "You get used to it."
"Great." Danny drawled sarcastically, "What's next, a leafblower?"
Mabel beamed with joy. "Actually…"
AHHHHHH
I FINALLY POSTED
Okay, so first off I want to apologize for not updating in over two months. I'm so so so sorry that it hasn't come sooner and that I made you all wait for so long, and in the time that I was gone I know that so much has happened, but now I'm back and I'm so relieved that I was finally able to post chapter 6.
This chapter was actually supposed to be longer and would include the entire forest scene, but it ended up being TOO long so I cut it in half. Luckily, that means chapter 7 is nearly finished in the process of writing and it will come much sooner.
Lastly, I also want to give a big thank you to SkriboRakontojnFarasEbla and IceTaloned Frayfu for leaving reviews, I really enjoyed reading them! To answer your question about the mirror, SkriboRakontojnFarasEbla, yes it was kind of like a magic mirror (or, one of the unexplained anomalies within the Mystery Shack), and Stan was able to see Danny in it when he was intangible because of that. It will be of more significance later on in the story, heh. Guess you'll have to wait to find out more about that.
Until next time I upload, (which is hopefully SOON),
- dannyghost :)
