Ch. 16
Back to the "army of ghosts..."
"C'mon! We need to destroy this place until that Halfa can get out!" one ghost yelled, blowing up a wooden box.
"Yeah, but how much longer? Demetris and those humans have been gone for so long!" another ghost shouted over the destruction of Sector D.
"He has been gone long...hmm...well, let's continue destroyin-" the first ghost said, but stopped abrubtly. There was a thick and evil voice piercing the air.
"HAHAHA...You ssstupid ghossstsss!" it laughed. The Phantom Mist appeared out of thin air with a dozen furry ghosts surrounding it. Its evil red eyes were staring at the ghosts with full anger and amusement. "Hmph. Weaklingsss. Take them on, fur ghossstsss!" Mist snapped its misty fingers and immidetly the dozen ghosts became Tomatomachu-like monsters at fifteen feet high. Their fangs were all bared and their three eyes glowed with the excitement of fresh ghost-meat.
The fur-ghosts stomped through the ghosts, trying to eat them, and the ghosts ran all around, trying to dodge them. A few of the "army" were even trying to escape the fighting.
Then the first ghost who had spoken, Hank, yelled out, "Stop! We must save ghost-world, remember?! ---(in a hushed voice so that Mist couldn't hear) and the Halfa--- We can't win if we run away from these...things. What are these anyway?" He yelled as one of the fur-ghosts tried to eat his arm, but he gingerly lept away.
Mist laughed. He smirked at Hank, who was panting. "Thessse are my own creation, the Fur-ohssstsss! (fur-ohsts) It wasss the firssst one of thessse monssstersss that allowed me to capture the Ghossst-boy! Haha!"
All of a sudden, the Fur-ohsts floated into the air in a circle, chanting, "Tomatomatomachu. Tomatomatomachu..." It was an eerie noise that filled the room. The ghosts stared wide-eyed at the furry monsters, unsure of what was happening. Even the Phantom Mist was confused.
"What are you doing? You need to dessstroy thessse foolsss now!" he yelled at the oblivious Fur-ohsts.
All of a sudden, there was a bright flash and then there was only one Fur-ohst floating in the center of the room. It was at least twenty-five feet tall, and its arms were longer than they had been. It had six eyes that were glowing a sickly colored green. And its fur was a rich brown-black.
"Tomatomachu back now," it said, grinning.
Back to the others and Danny....
Sam, Tucker, Jack, and Sir Demetris had to run to keep up with the green mist. The mist dissapeared through a door that was unmarked, and the four stopped in front of it, panting.
"Is this it? Or another trap??" Sam wondered.
Danny heard them outside the door, and decided to try to speak to them. "SAM! TUCKER! DAD! ...other ghost!" he yelled to the full extent of his vocal chords.
The "four" jumped in surprise. It was Danny! They could hear him!
"DANNY! SON! Are you okay??" Jack yelled through the door. He started to reach the handle to open it...
"Dad! I'm not really doing great, but don't open the door!" Danny yelped. Jack recoiled in fright. "I'm stuck in this tank thing, and can't get out. There's an alarm and all sorts of security on the door, as far as I can tell..." Danny then came up with an idea.
"Well, how can we get in?" Tucker asked, greatly confused.
"Listen. I have an idea!" Danny yelled, wanting his voice to be definetly heard. "There must be a weak spot in the wall where a ghost can phase in. This place is optimized for no phasing at all, human or ghost. But that mist got out through a spot in the wall. So..." Danny took a deep breath. He was still weak and all this yelling was making him feel dizzy. "I think that your ghost friend-I forgot your name-might be able to phase through it too! Though I have no idea where it is." Danny stopped. He was really feeling bad again. His head was throbbing and his body was numb, which was good since he had been zapped so many times that he would hurt a great deal. "Please hurry..." he ended in a whispered voice, and passed out again. (aww...poor Danny!)
Sam yelled in, "Danny? Where? Danny? DANNY?!" No answer. He was unconcious.
"Darnit," Tucker grunted.
Sir Demetris looked at the wall. "I will find the weak spot for the Halfa. It is my duty. I must serve my king's will." At the word king, he bowed.
"Your king? Who is that?" asked Sam.
"The Dairy King," he said, and shrugged, "The only one I could find. But he likes the Halfa, so I must too!"
Back to the "army of ghosts..."
"C'mon! We need to destroy this place until that Halfa can get out!" one ghost yelled, blowing up a wooden box.
"Yeah, but how much longer? Demetris and those humans have been gone for so long!" another ghost shouted over the destruction of Sector D.
"He has been gone long...hmm...well, let's continue destroyin-" the first ghost said, but stopped abrubtly. There was a thick and evil voice piercing the air.
"HAHAHA...You ssstupid ghossstsss!" it laughed. The Phantom Mist appeared out of thin air with a dozen furry ghosts surrounding it. Its evil red eyes were staring at the ghosts with full anger and amusement. "Hmph. Weaklingsss. Take them on, fur ghossstsss!" Mist snapped its misty fingers and immidetly the dozen ghosts became Tomatomachu-like monsters at fifteen feet high. Their fangs were all bared and their three eyes glowed with the excitement of fresh ghost-meat.
The fur-ghosts stomped through the ghosts, trying to eat them, and the ghosts ran all around, trying to dodge them. A few of the "army" were even trying to escape the fighting.
Then the first ghost who had spoken, Hank, yelled out, "Stop! We must save ghost-world, remember?! ---(in a hushed voice so that Mist couldn't hear) and the Halfa--- We can't win if we run away from these...things. What are these anyway?" He yelled as one of the fur-ghosts tried to eat his arm, but he gingerly lept away.
Mist laughed. He smirked at Hank, who was panting. "Thessse are my own creation, the Fur-ohssstsss! (fur-ohsts) It wasss the firssst one of thessse monssstersss that allowed me to capture the Ghossst-boy! Haha!"
All of a sudden, the Fur-ohsts floated into the air in a circle, chanting, "Tomatomatomachu. Tomatomatomachu..." It was an eerie noise that filled the room. The ghosts stared wide-eyed at the furry monsters, unsure of what was happening. Even the Phantom Mist was confused.
"What are you doing? You need to dessstroy thessse foolsss now!" he yelled at the oblivious Fur-ohsts.
All of a sudden, there was a bright flash and then there was only one Fur-ohst floating in the center of the room. It was at least twenty-five feet tall, and its arms were longer than they had been. It had six eyes that were glowing a sickly colored green. And its fur was a rich brown-black.
"Tomatomachu back now," it said, grinning.
Back to the others and Danny....
Sam, Tucker, Jack, and Sir Demetris had to run to keep up with the green mist. The mist dissapeared through a door that was unmarked, and the four stopped in front of it, panting.
"Is this it? Or another trap??" Sam wondered.
Danny heard them outside the door, and decided to try to speak to them. "SAM! TUCKER! DAD! ...other ghost!" he yelled to the full extent of his vocal chords.
The "four" jumped in surprise. It was Danny! They could hear him!
"DANNY! SON! Are you okay??" Jack yelled through the door. He started to reach the handle to open it...
"Dad! I'm not really doing great, but don't open the door!" Danny yelped. Jack recoiled in fright. "I'm stuck in this tank thing, and can't get out. There's an alarm and all sorts of security on the door, as far as I can tell..." Danny then came up with an idea.
"Well, how can we get in?" Tucker asked, greatly confused.
"Listen. I have an idea!" Danny yelled, wanting his voice to be definetly heard. "There must be a weak spot in the wall where a ghost can phase in. This place is optimized for no phasing at all, human or ghost. But that mist got out through a spot in the wall. So..." Danny took a deep breath. He was still weak and all this yelling was making him feel dizzy. "I think that your ghost friend-I forgot your name-might be able to phase through it too! Though I have no idea where it is." Danny stopped. He was really feeling bad again. His head was throbbing and his body was numb, which was good since he had been zapped so many times that he would hurt a great deal. "Please hurry..." he ended in a whispered voice, and passed out again. (aww...poor Danny!)
Sam yelled in, "Danny? Where? Danny? DANNY?!" No answer. He was unconcious.
"Darnit," Tucker grunted.
Sir Demetris looked at the wall. "I will find the weak spot for the Halfa. It is my duty. I must serve my king's will." At the word king, he bowed.
"Your king? Who is that?" asked Sam.
"The Dairy King," he said, and shrugged, "The only one I could find. But he likes the Halfa, so I must too!"