Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School. I do not own the original story this is based on.
The cool waters played at Phantsma's feet as she kicked along the side of the pool. She looked around the water park, noticing the other families having a great time. The banshee sighed, trying to get her mind off things.
It was the middle of June, and she hadn't seen her father since the dance.
When Lady Christine heard, she jetted straight to The Phantom's domain in a howling rage. But upon arrival, had seen the place trashed.
The mother and daughter asked around for any information, but no nearby ghost had cared enough to investigate or check. Because The Phantom kept bothering them with his latest habit, screaming and ranting about how to deal with Danny, they wanted nothing to do with him.
A dead end and that was depressing for the ghoul. While her father never approved of her relationship with Danny, that didn't mean he wasn't a good father to Phantasma. Even during his angriest moments, he still wanted what was best for Phanty.
Not even this date with Danny was cheering her up. His friends even tagged along for her support. And as wonderful as that is, the banshee wanted to save her father.
"You alright?" Sam asked. The hippie girl took a seat beside her, offering a soda.
While it wasn't monster food, the banshee took the cup and quietly sipped the soft drink. The mix of corn syrup, phosphoric acid, and what barely counted as natural ingredients in the processed beverage was soothing.
Purple Flurp always had that effect.
"I'll be fine...I guess." Phantasma put down the drink.
The banshee still remembered how she acted when the ghost hunters captured her father. The rage she felt when Plasmius appeared and freed the ghost was only simmering, but it was Master's speech that made her boil over.
Phantasma had raced to Vlad's mansion, only to be stopped by Danny midway. The ghost boy had to make her promise never to go near that place without him escorting her, even with all her yelling. But even with her emotions running wild, Phanty knew that her boyfriend was right. Rushing in with no plan would only endanger her and make things even more complicated. Still, this didn't stop the ghoul girl from wanting to knock the lights out of the mayor for putting her through this emotional turmoil.
"I wish we could just get Vlad to talk." Phantasma threw her drink with all her might, not caring if it hit the wall or a random patron. Though sadly, the latter cared when the beverage left him with a sticky mess on his face.
"Vlad's not the kind of guy you can just walk up to."
The girls turned to see Danny behind them. The ghost boy sat beside his ghostly girlfriend, staring into the clouds. No one knew Vlad Masters better than him.
"Can't you just fight him or something?" Phanty grabbed the boy by his shirt. She wanted answers right now.
"Vlad? Not when he's serious," Danny said. He reached for the ghoul's hands, squeezing as he stared into her eyes. "If it was him playing around, I'd have a chance, but trust me, I think Vlad's done playing."
This answer didn't sit too well with Phanty, leaving her feeling a bit more dreadful about their current situation.
"You'd think he'd learn after trying to force Vortex to do his bidding," Tucker commented. The boy took a bite of his hot dog, focusing more on the meat of the situation than his meal.
"Vlad won't give up after one round. Problem is, he knows his limits and can break them," Danny remarked.
"And those are the exact traits that makes him the perfect cog in the power hungry conglomerate machine that is the government. Makes me sick to think if he ever attempted to becoming governor or even the president." Sam said in disgust.
"And the scary part is, he could do that." Danny looked to the sky, his face was neutrally stern. "But I don't think that's his plan. We'd hear about it already if it was, and he'd come to gloat about it. I highly doubt we could be able to stop him at a certain point."
"Then what does he want?" Phanty asked.
"Knowing him, he won't say anything till it's too late or he brags. So we have to wait," Danny sighed, still looking at the clouds. This had become the normal answer whenever Vlad's plans were questioned, and it grew more frustrating each time. When Amity Park was first invaded on a large scale by the ghost king, Pariah Dark, Vlad would comment how the ghost boy did not know how to play chess.
"I think it's time I knew how to read the board," Danny commented. His friends nodded as Phantasma leaned into him.
"You know, when I was a kid, my father taught me how to play the organ." The banshee looked up with a sad smile. Tears formed as she spoke. "I loved playing it, so he showed me the same with the piano, and when I showed interests in other instruments, he talked about setting up lessons so I could learn. Music was our thing...and now..." She sniffed, wiping her nose with an arm, shaking too much to finish that sentence.
Sam put a hand on the ghoul's shoulder. She hugged Phanty and said, "Don't worry. We'll find him. Danny promised you, remember?"
"Yeah, he did," Phanty responded as she wiped away some tears. She stares longingly at Danny with a hopeful expression, nuzzling her head more into the boy's shoulder.
Danny nodded, knowing how much she needed the emotional support right now. Feeling his stomach rumble, he unintentionally made his girlfriend cackle, signaling how he needed to grab a snack of his own. Tucker followed him, wanting another hot dog.
This left the girl to their own devices, but the geeky boy knew his friend better.
"Dude? You sure you wanna save this guy?" Tucker asked after grabbing their snacks. "I mean, he's all destroy you without a second thought, and that's saying something."
Stopping by the billboard, Danny sighed as he looked over at Phanty and Sam. The girls waved at him before returning to whatever they were talking about.
"I know I'll probably never like the guy, but he is Phanty's dad. I can't just not do anything." Danny leaned back against the wall. "You know?"
"I guess...it really is tough dating a girl who's dad hates you...even if you could be rid of him, your girl is gonna be super sad if that happens. Talk about being between a rock and a hard space," Tucker said.
Before the Ghost boy could get a response, he, his friends, and his girlfriend were interrupted by someone drenching them from head to toe with water balloons and water shooters. The dame someone who's laugh is very unmistakable and unwelcoming at the moment.
"That's payback for...being losers!" Dash yell, but before he turned around and left, he had one last thing to tell them. "Oh, and most of those water balloons aren't filled with water."
The teens gagged as they tried to turn their thoughts away from what the liquid may be. It was the most obvious answer what the jock used, and nobody liked being covered in urine. If there was one thing that still hadn't changed, it was the jock's sadistic nature. This enraged the banshee to no end, prompting her to take matters into her own hands
"Be right back," Phantasma said. Danny wanted to follow, but the ghoul held a hand up with a sly wink, saying not to follow for now.
Dash walked along the borders of the pool. With a cocky smirk and a bigger ego, he was enjoying the time of his life, per the norm of highschool hierarchy. After tossing the "water" balloons at Fenton, the bully needed to find the cherry on top. The ghost boy was always an easy target for him, so it had to be something more.
And that's when he saw the group of hot girls in bikinis talking at a table. The jock, with his brain, always driven by hormones and emotions, walked over to "introduce" himself.
"Hey, ladies," Dash said, flexing his muscles. "Looking for something...wet and hot?" The boy posed with his chest puffed out.
The girls blinked, partially liking the display, as they burst into fits of giggles. In any hangout for teenagers, finding cuties was always on a boy's or girl's priorities. The only blonde in the group pointed to the high dive only feet away.
"Like what a coincidence! We were talking and stuff about who had the guts to like...dive off the high dive," the girl said in a valley tone.
The boy glanced over his shoulder, the high dive was a new attraction for those looking for a thrill. It was basically an artificial cliff dive, just not as tall. But none of those details mattered for the jock, who gloated with an inflated ego as he went to dive off. One of the girls got out her phone to record the moment.
Away from the crowd and cameras, Phantasma had deactivated her amulet, listening in while invisible. No one could see a sly smirk as she went to the pool.
All the banshee had to do was wait in the water until she saw the bully dive down.
A loud splash was heard as some nearby teens cheered. Dash let the pool with a cocky grin, not noticing how the applause went silent, becoming snorts and suppressed giggles. The jock walked up to the girls, now flexing his muscles.
"So girls, like what you see?" Dash asked.
He watched in confusion the girl's mixed reactions of laughing to disgust. The blonde girl couldn't contain herself, rolling onto her back, and laughing as her friend almost put down her phone.
"Ew! No! Put that away!" One girl cried out, covering her eyes.
"I think you're gonna need a towel," another said.
"And you'll also have to find your briefs," the last said. "Before security finds out."
Dash scratched his head in confusion. He tried flexing his muscles again, walking towards the girls, but they backed away, pointing to his legs. For Phantasma had used her powers to pants the boy in the water, leaving him exposed for all to see.
It was not until the cold air hit him that the boy noticed, screaming in embarrassment as he covered himself, attracting more attention.
Including the water park security, who came up from behind.
"Alright kid, I think you need to come with us," The guard said as Dash tried to cover himself.
The jock, mortified beyond all believe, saw people laughing and pointing at him, some with phones, while the guards were walking up to him.
"Officers wait! This is a huge misunderstanding!" Dash yelled, running around the park. Mothers and fathers shielded their children's eyes as the boy kept his distance from security.
"Kid! Stop running! At first, we're only gonna give you a towel. If you keep this up, you might be arrested for indecent exposure!"
Dash realized that he needed a towel and, despite his mortification, went to the guards who gave him the towel, trying to block out all the laughs, stares and jeers he was getting from the crowd.
"Officer, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. I'm a quarterback," Dash said as he tied the towel to cover his lower body, but he knew that the damage was already done.
"Normally, I'd keep a professional tone, but HOW DOES THAT HELP HERE!?" The guard yelled at him.
From the entrance, the police came, getting a call from a concerned mother. This frightened the jock more, making Dash run away, losing the towel in his panic.
The officers, both security and police, yelled at the naked boy as they cornered him. The jock tried to slip past them, but he found himself tackled to the ground with his hands cuffed behind his back.
"Alright, kid, we're gonna take you back to the precinct, and you can tell your story there," the police officer said as the boy was held up. After noticing the boy didn't have anything on him and the embarrassing situation, he looked at his partner. "Where's the towel?
The jock whined as he attempted to break free. But all it did was incite people to point and laugh as the boy went through a makeshift walk of shame. Water park security tried to keep things under control, but every time they looked away, the naked boy would try to escape. This was one of the worst days in the jock's life.
All the while, Phantasma cackled at her work. The bully deserved it for everything he did to Danny.
"Serves you right," She whispered, smirking as she watched the jock's humiliation, knowing he'd never live this down.
However, it was short-lived as her schadenfreude wore off. For all the catharsis joy the prank gave, it was not enough to help her wound as she recalled similar events with her father. However, those mementos involved more scarring the pants than phasing them off.
"Father...what happened?..." She whispered to herself, feeling sad again.
"Awww...the little girl misses her daddy," a teasing voice mocked.
Phantasma did a 180 as she saw the last ghost she ever wanted to see: Ember. The ghostly diva was dressed for the water park in a black bikini with its two parts making up the face of a skull, showing off her figure. The banshee's eyes glowed, almost flaming, with ectoenergy.
"Oh please. Like you got what it takes," Ember said from her place, leaning on the wall.
The banshee smiled as she said, "last I remember, I won our little fight."
"You only won because one: you had babypop looking out for you. And two: because I let my guard down." Ember pointed out. She smirked confidently as she saw her little retort annoy the banshee.
"A win is still a win!" Phantasma leaned into Ember's face. "So watch out! Cuase next time you won't be making a come back tour!"
That got the ghostly diva angry.
"Listen, you little brat! I can take Danny away anytime I want. The minute I show him what I can do, you'll be nothing!" Ember slammed a fist above the banshee. "The only reason I'm here, besides showing off, is to tell you to watch out. There have been plenty of ghosts disappearing, only to show up in this dump. Now, while I don't care about losers, you and me still have a score to settle."
Phanty blinked, her vengeful thoughts floating away as she noticed the genuine concern/skewed priority in Ember's eyes. But after their first fight, there was no way either of them would want to admit in saving the other or think about it.
Ember crossed her arms, glaring at the banshee impatiently.
"Well?!" The diva demanded.
"I can't tell if you're genuinely concerned about me or just trying to mess with me." Phantasma said, feeling conflicted from getting some admittedly really helpful advice from her rival of all people. "Heck, how do you even know about my father?"
Ember rolled her eyes in annoyance, bringing a flick of her fingers at the banshee's forehead. "Duh, news travels fast in the Ghost Zone and nobody hears it faster than Kitty. How did you think I knew you and Dipstick were dating?"
Phanty rubbed her head, gazing back with a neutral face.
"Anyway, I'm just here to make sure I'm the only one to make you disappear. So watch your back. Cause when I attack, I'll make sure Danny gets a real girlfriend." Ember smiled, leaning back with confidence as her flaming hair enveloped her. The diva gave a wicked grin as she vanished, leaving the banshee alone and mad.
Phantasma glanced at where her enemy was, mentally vowing to ensure she never stole her boyfriend, much less a kiss from him. She turned back and went to Danny, still smiling from seeing Dash humiliated. The boy and his friends laughed as they noted teens posting the incident on social media.
"Danny!" Phanty called out with a wave.
"Phanty, you missed it. Dash got arrested for streaking. It was hilarious!" Danny said, still laughing as he leaned onto his knees.
"Oh...I know," Phantasma said with a sly smirk. She had that face that the ghost boy knew meant she had something to do with this. Before Danny could ask, Tucker recognized someone who had come to their area.
"Velma! You made it!" Tucker cried out, running over in joy. He would have lifted his girlfriend and twirled her around, but lack the physical strength to do so. Instead, he opted to hug her tight while admiring her swimsuit.
"I missed you, Tucker," Velma said during the hug. She kissed him on the cheek before squeezing him tighter. It had felt long since they last saw each other in person.
"Right back at ya..."Tucker said, happy to see her.
Velma's friends were also there, and they recognized Phantasma right away as Scooby ran over. The dog jumped over and licked the ghoul's face.
"Like, hey, Phanty," Shaggy greeted.
Whoa! Shaggy and Scooby are in town?! Now all they need is another visit from the handsome, charismatic merc that is me! And if you're wondering why I'm doing the end stuff...Fuzzy's sad because Angela Lansbury just died today. Turns out he was a big fan of Murder She Wrote. I can relate. Still not over Betty White, but at least she's with another perfect angel, Bea Arthur.
Glad he finished this chapter and gave me the ok to post this, but it needs more Deadpool in it...and maybe the Warners and Foamy too.
Anywho...I'll handle things here while he feels sad, but don't worry, he's still writing this stuff. Of course, I'll be sure to add some proper scenes in the next chapters when he's not looking.
First off, Fuzzy wants to give a big Special Thanks to Flower Princess11 and Jay The Average Fanboy for their help!
Now, let's see what you guys left in the reviews.
RonaldM40196867: I can't answer all your questions properly since Fuzzy isn't here, but I'd like to think everyone came to the school because a ghost attack during this time caused a big ruckus...like other news. Anyway, I think the Master Losers have been too rude to the Warners and they don't like that. As for that gem...I think it has something to do with the plot.
Luiz4200: Did he learn his lesson? I'll have to check the script and get back to you on that.
LockAndKey989: Yep, so this sh(bleeps) gonna have nuts in it. As for the Star cameo, give Fuzzy some time.
Jebest4781: I'll let Fuzzy know.
Zorobak: A little heavy on the revenge. I doubt Fuzzy puts much thought into that.
danifan3000: Valerie knows what!? What did I miss!? Oh boy...yeah...
Mizugami18: Yay! another update!
Jay The Average Fanboy: I don't think Fuzzy has any plans for making the Boo Brothers related to Phanty. Honestly, I don't get paid enough to interfere with the script. I think Matches is a baby, but I'll double-check...maybe...pay me first. I have no idea, I can't go to those places without the infinity stones, and Fuzzy won't give me them.
William Escobar 608: Para responder a sus preguntas, mirando el guión, no, tal vez, no escribo estas cosas. Pregúntale a Fuzzy.