The Ghost Investigators
-By Mosobot64
Episode 5- The Darkness is Swollen
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Dib's POV
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We are the Ghost Investigators. We are investigators of the unkonwn, the searchers of the truth. And we will try our very best to enlighten and open the minds of mankind.
There are currently five members, if you count insane robots. There is me. I am the lone real Paranormal Investigator in the group, and I came up with the name. Then there's Nasira. She's our psychic. And she's so beautiful... Anyway, we also have Brick. He's our super-strong...well...brick. And then, there's Gir. The insane robot I was talking about. Finally, there's my dad. He helped build our meeting place, called the Secret Sanctum. Although my dad was nice enough to do that, he's considered an honorary member, because my dad is usually to busy with his job to bother with our little team.
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After school, I meet my friends in the Secret Sanctum. Nasira looks at me with her shining blue eyes.
"We've recieved a call from a warehouse, saying that the place is haunted. They say that they keep hearing sounds of loud footsteps and that they see barrels jumping a foot in the air." I say to my group. "As the Ghost Investigators, I say we should...well...investigate. Any questions?"
"How are we going to get there?" Nasira asks.
"We can get there awfully quick in the DibShip Custom." I say. "And I know how to fly it very well now."
"Good. Let us go." Nasira says to me.
"What about Gir?" Brick asks me. "Should he come along, too?"
"No, Brick." I say to him. "In fact, I need you to stay here and watch him. Okay, Brick?"
"Well, okay." Brick says, obviously disappointed, which I can tell from the tone in his voice.
"Nasira, let's go." I say to her. She gets up and follows me to the hangar.
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I walk into the hangar, Nasira following closely behind me. Inside, we see the DibShip Custom.
The ship is still in the old configuration that the invader Tak had designed, except now the sidepanles open to reveal golden solar sails, shining with tiny golden coloured solar panels. The ship itself I have coloured blue, with the side panels a light blue, and the top spike painted black. In front of the glass pane between the cockpit and the outside world is my purple smily that always is on my shirt.
"Remember when we flew to Irk in this thing?" I ask Nasira.
"Yes, I remember." She replies.
We walk up the ship. I pull out a remote from my black jacket pocket, and press a button, opening the cockpit. Nasira and I both climb into the cockpit, and I take the controls. I press another button on the remote, opening the hangar, and the steel covering the hangar from the outside opens up, so that from outside it must look like a blooming steel flower. Pressing the appropriate button on the Ship, I open the sidepanels, revealing the shining solar sails.
"Wait a moment, Dib." Nasira says, looking at the statistics dial. "This ship has no fuel!"
"I know." I say.
"But are you sure the solar sails alone are enough to power this ship?" She says to me.
"Lean back." I say to her, as the DibShip Custom roars to life, throwing her back. A ramp underneath the ship slides upward, giving us inside the cockpit a view of the sky. On the statistics dial, I see an illustration of the DibShip Custom filling up with golden light, which on the dial represented solar energy. When it is full of solar energy, I power up the main engines, and the DibShip Custom shoots like a missile into the sky, leaving behind the Hangar, which as we were flying away was closing up.
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The city passes by us, or rather, we pass by it, very quickly. Soon below, I spot the warehouse. I bring the Dib Ship around, and then land by slowing the Ship down so that it's just hovering above the ground like a helicopter, and then bring it down to a gentle landing.
Nasira and I step out of the cockpit of the DibShip Custom. We see the warehouse. It looks like it's been abandoned for years.
"Is this the right address?" I ask, looking at the address of the warehouse, and then at the address on my sheet. "No, it looks right." I say. "Let's investigate."
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Nasira and I both walk into the building. It is old, and the floor is creaking under our wieght. Suddenly, the floor above gives way, and debris start falling towards Nasira. However, I saw it just in time, and jump at Nasira, getting her out of the way of the falling debris. We end up in a strange position, with me on top of her, with her looking at me.
"Uh, sorry." I say, getting off her.
"Thankyou." Nasira says. "Although I don't think that was really needed..."
"Right, silly of me." I reply. "You're a telekinetic."
"It's okay. Your instincts were good." Nasira says to me.
"Depends on how you look at it." I say, and then we start walking inside again.
The EMP reader isn't spiking. And the SoulStone isn't glowing either. There's nothing. Not even residual energy. This seems like a hoax, but we can't instantly dismiss it. It just doesn't seem haunted so far...
We soon reach a larger room, and a single man waits in the center of the room. I can tell, by the swollen eye symbol on his shirt, and his own eyes, which are not concealed even though they have glasses covering them, and are a hazel colour, that it is none other than Agent Paranoia.
"So, you've been tipped off by the hoax, too?" I ask Paranoia.
"Perhaps we can investigate the place together?" Nasira asks Paranoia.
Agent Paranoia smiles, bringing down his head, so it now appears that his eyebrows are tilted downward to touch the tops of hs eyes. He looks like he's got an evil plan, and yet I know that it's not like Paranoia to hatch an evil plan.
"Hello, Mothman," Paranoia says to us. "I have you in my spider's web."
"What..." I say, taking a step back.
Suddenly, the floor breaks from something coming up under it, and a rending like thunder pierces the air. Dust and debris fly everywhere, and Nasira and I run behind a metal crate for cover from the debris. When the dust clears, I suddenly regonize the robot that appears before us.
In the center of the robot's black painted titanium steel chest there is a glowing blue swollen eye symbol on a large bulb. It's head is round on top and flat on the bottom, and has cold blue glowing slits cut into it. The metal abomination has no arms, but has legs that are like a chicken's, with two clawed toes for feet.
"What is that?" Nasira asks me.
"It's a Swollen Eye Hunter 'Mech. But they shouldn't be using it unless..." I say to Nasira, but then I suddenly realize... "Why are you hunting me!?!?" I shout to Agent Paranoia, coming out from behind the cover.
"Foolish Mothman." Paranoia says to me. "Did you think that we'd just let you go? To divulge the secret of our network to all the people of the world? Did you realize the solemn oath you took when you joined the Swollen Eye? Do you remember it?"
"Yes, I remember." I say to Paranoia. "But this is just insane!"
"Whatever you think, Mothamn, doesn't matter now." Paranoia says to me. "Godspeed, Mothman."
Suddenly, the Mech opens its chest outward like a black rose, revealing a large machine gun, which begins firing on me. I spring backward on my hand, back behind the cover. But I foul it up, and sprain my wrist in the process, and I clutch my wrist in pain. "I can't believe the Swollen Eye Network is after me..."
"We can't hide behind this cover forever, Dib." Nasira says to me.
"Yeah, I know. I have a plan, but I'll need your help." I say to her. I whisper my plan in her ear.
And then, I run from behind the steel cover, with a boomerang with a blue blub in the center. Nasira protects me with a telekinetic sheild, and I run to the 'Mech, and then throw my boomerang at the Mech. Just as my plan was intended, the boomerang get's stuck in the robot's steel chest, and then starts flashing red, faster and faster until it explodes, and which point I had already backflipped back behind the cover, so Nasira could concentrate on protecting us both.
After the explosion clears, I see the ceiling, blown away, and a voice crying out in the night:
"You have not seen the last of the Swollen Eye, Mothman!"
The 'Mech itself is nothing now but a bunch of armour pieces laying on the ground all over the warehouse. Thank God. I wouldn't have known what to do otherwise.
Nasira, who has let the cover drop, comes up behind me, hugging me, comforting me with her warmth. "So, the Swollen Eye are our enemies now, Dib?"
"I suppose so, Nasira. But if it's a fight they want..."
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"It's a fight they'll get."
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Wow. Crazy stuff, huh? Next one'll be preeety fluffy.
I thank all the wonderful fanfic readers for your comments. You are so nice. Please keep reading.
-Mosobot64
