Author's Note: Happy New Year. To start off this hope-fully good year, I've taken the liberty of uploading the first chapter of this as well as some other Marvel/Disney Channel shows. I hope I did it well.
For this fanfic, I have included Kid Loki, like the one from the Young Justice comics. I've also decided to make this into a musical fic. Whatever songs aren't from the original The Ghost and Molly McGee are parodies of other songs. For the song featured here, it's a parody of "Gaston" from Beauty and the Beast. I do not own the original songs.
Any and all comments are welcome.
The ghost world. Where all souls depart to after their demise. But just because they're resting in peace, it doesn't mean they're really resting. They still have jobs to do. They haunt the towns they're assigned to making them miserable. If any ghost fails to uphold their duties, they are forever banished to the Flow of Failed Phantoms. Much like what's about to happen now.
A pink ghost was scared out of her wits when her report was being evaluated by a bunch of other ghosts who sat atop a large table. At the center of those ghosts was a woman with a skeleton appearance and a dark-blue, hooded cloak. She and the other ghosts were not too pleased at what they were reading.
"I must say," one of the Ghost Council members said, "Your performance has been lacking. Misery in Cedar Falls has been declining while joy has been rising at an alarming rate."
"Please! It's not my fault!" the pink ghost pleaded. "They opened up a dog rescue! You can't expect me to compete with puppies!"
"That's exactly what Lady Death expects." Another council member said turning her attention to the hooded skeleton woman.
"I cannot overlook this lack of progress." Death said. "You are hereby banished to the Flow of Failed Phantoms."
The pink ghost panicked in fear as a tornado spiraled above her. The vortex was made up of several other failed ghosts and the current was pulling her right in.
"NO! PLEASE! I CAN DO BETTER! THEY HAVE PUPPIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEES!"
It was too late. She lost her grip and was sent right into the Flow which faded back into the background.
"Is that all?" Death asked.
"Not yet, my lady." A councilman said. He looked at his list and groaned. "It's him."
The rest of the council shared his groan.
"Do we have to?" a councilwoman asked. "He's just so…"
"I know." Death said. "What that ghost needs is some responsibility." Just then, her head shot up. Her skeletal smile grew as she rubbed her bony finger on her chin. "You know, that's not a bad idea."
The Ghost Council looked at their mistress curiously. "Ma'am?"
"You know our newest arrival?" Death asked. "Well, I may have a plan that may fulfill his desire as well as take care of our ghost's attitude."
The councilwoman widened her eyes. "You don't mean…"
"I mean, all right." Death said. "Bring him in."
"Very well." The councilman said. "The Ghost Council summons… Scratch."
A portal opened up from underneath and a garbage can sprung out. Inside the garbage can was a ghost who kept munching on the junk. As soon as he realized where he was, he turned to everyone with confidence.
"Oh, hey, guys!" Scratch greeted. "Nice to see you! Lady Death, you look good. Did you get new bone polish?"
"Don't flatter, Scratch." Death said. "Deliver the verdict."
The councilman cleared his throat and read his review. "Scratch, you are rude, crude, and utterly disgusting. But we can't argue with your numbers. Your town of Brighton is truly a miserable place. We shall mark your performance as 'adequate'."
"Hot dog!" Scratch cheered. "Speaking of, I've got a nice hot dog waiting for me back at Brighton. Thanks for passing me and…"
"Not so fast, Scratch." Death interrupted. "You haven't just been summoned for your review. There's a slight change in your career."
"Huh?" Scratch asked. "What kind of change?"
The council snickered before the councilwoman answered. "You're getting a partner."
"A what?" Scratch asked. "Hold on! There must be a mistake! You said I was doing fine! I don't need a partner!"
"This isn't for your sake, Scratch. It's for your new partner." Death said before snapping her fingers.
Another portal opened up from above. Scratch moved out of the way just as another ghost fell through. It was a thin ghost with a British accent.
"I have been falling… for three days!"
"Uh… Who is this?" Scratch asked.
"Scratch, meet your new partner: Loki." Death introduced much to Scratch's complete surprise.
"No way!" he gasped turning to the new ghost. "As in THE Loki? The Asgardian God of Mischief, bane of Thor's very existence, and the greatest trickster in all of existence? You're my idol! You're my inspiration! You're… dead?"
"Yes." Loki said. "What's this about, Death? Are you going to revive me now like I demanded repeatedly?"
"Don't think you're getting it that easily, Loki." Death said. You're going to have to do some… community service first. And Scratch here will be your partner."
"This guy?" Loki asked pointing at Scratch.
"Of course. Until further notice, you will be shadowing Scratch and work alongside him in haunting Brighton. The matter of your resurrection rests entirely on Scratch's success."
"So all I have to do is to help this man spook a bunch of people for a while until you decide to give me my life back?" Loki asked.
Scratch laughed in excitement. "This will be easy. Don't worry, Loki. I do my job like a pro. And with you, this will be a breeze."
"Well, all the same, I'd at least like my body back." Loki said. "If I'm going to be strolling through some Midgard tiny town, I should at least have feet to stroll with. Besides, without my body, I can't use my powers."
Death paused for a moment to think. "All right then. I'll give you a body." She pointed her finger and a black blast shot out of it hitting square at Loki. A black explosion erupted from him.
When the smoke cleared, Scratch observed at Loki who was back on his own two feet… or at least that's how it looked. Loki had a dignified, respectable form in the past. But now, his entire body shrunk into the body of a kid and he wore childish green garments. Even his voice sounded younger as he was shocked at what he had become.
"What is this?" Loki asked angrily. "I wanted my body back! I didn't want to be a juvenile!"
"Beggars can't be choosers, Loki." Death said. "If you want your real body back, then get to work. And if Scratch fails, then the both of you will be banished to the Flow of Failed Phantoms."
Loki gulped, then became annoyed when Scratch wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
"Don't worry. Like I said, it's a breeze. Come. Let me show you my place."
The portal brought Loki and Scratch to an empty, dusty attic room. Loki looked around feeling disgusted at what he was seeing.
"I guess maintenance isn't a priority." Loki said.
"Yeah. I admit, this place is a fixer upper. But this place does have character." Scratch noticed the sour face that his new partner was making. "I'm detecting a bit of hostility. You mad?"
"Mad? Mad?" Loki asked. "I was a god! The most cunning among the very face of Asgard! The next thing I know, I died, and now, to get my body back, I have to play Boogeyman with a garbage-breathed ghost so gluttonous, he could probably beat Volstagg in a pie eating contest. So yes, I'm mad!"
Scratch chuckled nervously. "I… don't suppose you'd be in the mood to tell me how you died?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Loki replied.
"Fair enough. Well, Loki, don't worry. This town is basically easy street, especially for you."
"I'd do anything to get out of this."
"Don't worry. Just trust me when I say, I'll have you back on your feet in no time." Scratch cleared his throat and began singing.
Scratch:
I promise, things will get better, Loki
There's nothing to worry about
We're gonna put you back together, Loki
Without the shadow of a doubt
We just have to make an entire town sad
And for you, that'd be child's play
I already know you're not going to do too bad
And it's because of the reason I'm about to saaaaaay
No… one… thinks like Loki
Casts a jinx like Loki
No one's truly devoid of kinks like Loki
For there's no one in the Nine Realms as tricky
Humans shriek upon sight when you appear
You can ask any John, Will, or Ricky
And they'll tell you the name of the man that they fear
No… one's… quite like Loki
A real blight like Loki
No one else can be a dark knight like Loki
Loki:
Upon reflection, I do seem so fascinating
Scratch:
That's 'cause you are. You're Loki
You're the bane of Asgard. The Lord of Mischief
And anyone who says otherwise can go jump off a cliff
No… one… casts like Loki
A spell blast like Loki
In a trivia, no one's brain's as fast as Loki
Loki:
When I see someone who I truly despise
I curse them in a lethal and humbling way
I'll make them think that I want to be nice
Then I'll stab them in the back
Scratch:
I'll see that any day
No one takes like Loki
Catches breaks like Loki
In any contest, no one avoids mistakes like Loki
Loki:
In any form, I'm still intimidating
Scratch:
That's you, Loki
Loki:
When I was a boy, I turned into a snake
Just to stab my brother in the gut
And now, all these years, I've learned some new tricks
SO NOW I CAN TURN INTO ANYTHING NO MATTER WHAAAAAAAAT
Scratch:
BRIGHTON… FEAR LORD LOKI
DON'T COME NEAR LORD LOKI
Loki:
BUT FEEL FREE TO BOW AND REVERE LORD LOKI
MY PURPOSE IS GLORIOUS AND DOMINATING
Scratch:
RAISE YOUR GLASSES
WHO'S THE TOP OF THE CLASSES
WHO'S THE MASTER OF FATE
THE GREATEST OF GREAT
THE TRUTH ISN'T UNCLEAR OR SMOKY
HERE'S THE CLEVEREST OF GODS
WHO CONTROLS THE OOOOOOOOODDS
AND HIS NAME IS L… O…
O…
"OH, MY GOODNESS!" Scratch yelled
"What? Why'd you stop?" Loki asked.
"LOOK!" Scratch pointed out of the attic window.
Loki looked outside and saw a car parked just at the curb. Four people came out of it: a middle aged man, a Thai woman, a pre-teen girl, and a smaller boy. The girl lifted her bag with immense excitement and ran into the house.
"What's going on?" Loki asked.
"I'll tell you what's going on!" Scratch shouted. "This is a family and they're moving here!"
"What? Today of all days?" Loki asked. "What if they find us?"
"Oh, I don't know about you," Scratch said cracking his knuckles, "But as soon as they see me, they're going to want to move to a different house! LET'S…"
Scratch hovered toward the door, but he was interrupted when the girl opened it right at his face.
"Wow!" she cheered as she looked around. "My new room is… kind of a dump. It needs the Molly McGee touch. I'll just get a broom and…" She stopped when she saw Loki standing right before her. "Oh. Uh, hello. I'm Molly."
"And I'm out of patience already." Loki said. "Get out."
"What? But we just moved here." Molly said.
"I don't care." Loki said.
"Me either!" Scratch yelled after recovering. "Beat it, pipsqueak!"
Molly gasped at the very sight of Scratch. "A ghost? Okay, Molly. Focus up. You've never met a ghost before. Make a good impression. GHOST HUG!" She quickly wrapped her arms around Scratch. "You get in on this too, buddy!"
Molly was about to pull Loki in to join the hug, but the trickster pulled out a dagger to make her stop. "Come near me, and you're going to lose a finger."
"Whoa? Pretty sharp guy, are you?"
"I am no mere guy!" Loki cried out. "Prepare to be stricken with fear, mortal! For I am… Loki! And I'm burdened with glorious purpose!"
"…Who?" Molly asked.
Loki nearly fell over in surprise. He looked at Molly with confusion. "Loki? The Son of Laufey? You may know me as the God of Mischief. The Master of Magic? The Trickster of Asgard?" Molly still had the confused look on her face. Loki sighed. "Okay. My brother is Thor…"
"Oh, Thor!" Molly said with a starstruck look in her eyes. "I've heard of him! He's pretty cool…"
"HE IS NOT COOL!" Loki yelled out.
"This place is so cool!" Molly cheered not freaked out at all much to Loki and Scratch's surprise. "A new home that comes with its own ghost and god? I am never, ever, ever, ever leaving!"
"What is wrong with this girl?" Loki asked annoyed.
"Don't worry. I've got just the thing." Scratch said as he hovered right at Molly. "Now, listen here and listen close." He cleared his throat and grew himself to be bigger. His voice became demonic and spiders came out of his mouth. Molly was so spooked, she latched herself on Loki much to the Trickster's annoyance. "I CURSE YOU, MOLLY MCGEE! IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE, THEN WHEREVER YOU GO, WHATEVER YOU DO, FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS, I'LL BE THERE, HAUNTING YOU, TORMENTING YOU, TURNING YOUR EVERY WAKING MOMENT INTO AN UNENDING NIGHTMARE!"
Molly gasped before letting go of Loki. She clapped at Scratch. "Fantastic performance."
"What?" Scratch asked.
"So now that we're best friends…"
"Wait!" Loki said. "How did you pick up 'best friends'?"
"You heard him." Molly said. "He said he'll be with me forever. And I guess you are too. So now, we're gonna make music videos together, become Internet famous, then we're gonna tell ghost stories all night. And Scratch is going to be so good at it. Ooh! I bet gods have the scariest ghost stories! Then, we're gonna volunteer to wash old people."
"Why would we do that?" Scratch asked.
"BEST FRIEND STUFF!" Molly cried out before starting to set up her decorations and kept suggesting fun activities.
"Scratch," Loki said, "What's happening right now?"
"The worst thing." Scratch replied with regret filling his face. "I didn't curse Molly McGee. She cursed me."