Hey guys, I'm back, and I want to say thank you for all the follows and favorites! So, to celebrate, I am giving you an extra chapter. As always, please review, and enjoy chapter two of Trolls and Ghosts!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Trollhunters.

"Hey Jimbo!"

Jim snapped out of his trance, as Toby, his best friend, walked over to him. Still in a slight stupor, Jim shook his head, and hastily shifted his weight from the locker he was resting on onto his own two feet, grinning nervously. Jim waved to Toby as he neared his spot.

"What's up Tobes?" Jim asked calmly, hoping he hadn't seen him in his dazed state. Toby grinned, flashing his metal braces.

"Nothing much, though I heard Uhl saying something about those absences of your's," Toby replied nonchalantly, as he rummaged through his small, navy backpack. "But hey, no worries! If you can survive the Dark Lands, surely you can survive Uhl."

Oh, so he hadn't noticed.

Toby's face lit up as he pulled a large burrito out of his bag. The tinfoil around it was scratched and moldy, while the actual burrito had an uncanny appearance to Not-Enrique, Claire's changeling little brother. It was that gross. Jim soon noticed that the smell was a hundred times worse. The smell it emitted was horrendous, causing Jim to gag at the smell.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but how long have you had that Diablo Maximus in your bag?!" Jim sputtered, breathing in what he thought were toxic fumes. Toby shook the moldy burrito in front of Jim's disgusted face.

"Relax, I'm not going to eat it! It's for emergencies only!" Toby replied hastily, laughing in the process. He joked, "Like getting you out of your trance!"

Oh, so he had noticed.

Jim laughed nervously and shifted his feet, before taking a deep breath.

"How long was I...in this state?"

"Much longer than you normally are, I can tell you that!" Toby joked, before stuffing the expired burrito back into his navy bag. Jim felt his face harden, and Toby noticed. Toby inhaled sharply.

"Look," Toby sighed. "I know you are worried about Gunmar, Jimbo. I just want you to know that you are not alone. It's Trollhunters, not just Trollhunter. That's what you've always said. Right, Jimbo?"

Toby nudged his friend, waiting expectantly for an answer. Jim sighed.

"I don't know, Tobes. I just don't know."

An awkward silence carried out between the two teenagers, until Jim heard the bell for next period, which just so happens to be with Uhl. Grinning slightly, both friends began bolting for Uhl's classroom door.

Ah, lunch. Jim had always enjoyed this period of bliss, where he could join his two friends, Claire and Toby, before they were separated again for the last few classes of the day. Normally, they would discuss Trollhunter business, keeping tabs on what is happening in the Troll world as well as their own. Today, however, Claire had other news.

"You won't believe this!" Claire exclaimed, as she sat down on the seat across from Jim and Toby, who were seated together. "We are hosting a student exchange with Casper High!" She squealed, looking expectantly at both Jim and Toby, hoping for a reaction. She frowned slightly at the confused glances they gave her.

"Casper High? As in Casper the Friendly Ghost?" Toby asked, slightly skeptical.

"A student exchange? We haven't had one in years!" Jim exclaimed excitedly, cutting him off. Claire nodded rapidly.

"Yeah, but that's not the only thing! Remember when you had to tell me about the troll world because of some nasty goblins? After that incident I did some research, not just on trolls, but everything else that may be involved. Here," Claire pulled a small square of folded paper from a pocket in her jeans, unfolding it as Toby grumbled something about 'not answering his question'. She handed the crease piece of paper to Jim to read. Jim squinted his eyes as he read the printed report's title.

"'Casper High attacked by Ghosts'," Jim read, disbelieving. He glanced a Claire, confused, hoping for more information, before Toby ripped it out of his hands.

"What?"

Claire nodded, seeing their disbelief.

"That was my reaction too! But after digging a little deeper, I realized it was all true. Ghosts, Jim! Can you believe that?" Claire jumped up from her seat in excitement and squealed, rather loudly. A few students stared at her, and Claire blushed. Sitting back down, she continued her story in a hoarse whisper. Jim and Toby leaned in closer to her over the table, not wanting to miss any of the details. Jim especially; his mind was racing with possibilities.

"So, this school is located in a place called Amity Park, somewhere in Illinois. It is dubbed, 'The Ghost Capital of America', for its intent on using ghosts to lure tourists in their supposed, tourist trap. Ghosts are common there, apparently, as they attack every other day! Do you see now? These students who are transferring here, will possibly have some information on these ghosts, meaning we can use that to our advantage." Claire recited, as Toby's eyes widened. "And seeing that ghosts and trolls aren't that far off from each other, do you know what that means?"

"Dude," Toby breathed, nudging Jim. "You know what this means?" Toby and Claire both stared at Jim, who's brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Then, his face lit up almost instantly.

"They might have information that could help us defeat Gunmar!"

"Precisely!" Claire rebutted. Jim silently celebrated in his head, until one thought came up.

How?

How would they get this information from the students without arousing suspicion?

Jim replayed his thoughts to his two friends, who nodded, having overlooked that tiny detail. Before any of them could discuss anything, the bell rang loud and clear, startling Jim. He turned back to his two friends.

"We'll meet up after school with Blinky and Arrrgh. Then we can come up with a plan, and find out what they know about ghosts. Sound good?" Claire and Toby nodded before saying their 'goodbyes', and then each of them headed to their respective classes. Claire with Uhl, Jim with Ms. Janeth, and Toby with Coach Lawrence.

After the trio left the cafeteria, a young boy with black, square sunglasses emerged from his hiding spot behind the trash cans. He has been spying on Jim and his friends for a while now, after he and Steve Palchuk concluded that he was behind all the weird things in Arcadia.

The young boy's name was Eli Pepperjack, and he was part of a team called the Creepslayerz, where he and Steve had been monitoring all the things that go bump in the night.

Eli was still now leaning against the trash cans, still trying to comprehend what he had heard. Then, out of nowhere, a blond guy hoisted Eli by his collar onto the table next to him.

"So, what did you find out today, buttsnack?" The voice demanded, releasing Eli, sending him stumbling onto the floor. Eli turned his body into a crawling position, and then lifted his ginormous head to face a standing Steve Palchuk, his partner. Eli took a shuddering breath before replaying the one word he heard that stumped him.

Taking a deep breath, Eli shuddered.

"Ghosts,"

Steve smiled, holding his hand out for Eli to take. He took Steve's hand, who lifted him up from the grimy ground. Both Steve and Eli gave each other determined looks, before Steve spoke up, punching the air with his oversized fist.

"It's Creepslayin time!"

So now The Creepslayerz are in the mix! This will make it more interesting, right? You can never have too many lovable characters.

Just if you were wondering, this takes place after the conclusion of season two for Danny Phantom, and after Jim comes out of the DarkLands in Part 2 of Trollhunters.

Do you like it? I'm still building up, but I promise that in the next chapter, Danny will meet the Trollhunters. Things will get more interesting, I promise.

I probably won't be updating until next weekend, because after today I'm totally booked. School and extracurricular activities have caught up with me now that break has ended.

Once again, please review, and see you soon!

-TheZanyMaker