Ghosts exist. Anarchy takes advantage.
Anarchy hummed as he flew through the Ghost Zone toward a glowing portal. Like everything else in sight, it was green and vaguely swirly. Unlike everything else, it was rimmed in metal - obviously man-made. He had reached his destination. The Archetype faded into invisibility and drifted through.
On the other side, he was greeted by a mad scientist's paradise. Strange mechanics and glowing green stuff was everywhere, while blueprints and glassware were scattered across the counters.
Anarchy shook his head. If Havoc could see the state of the place, he would probably scream.
The lab appeared to be empty, which suited the Archetype just fine. According to Clockwork, the people who lived there were ghost hunters. Considering he had come from the Ghost Zone, avoiding them was probably a good idea. Especially considering his latest disguise.
Anarchy grinned down at the chain around his neck. Havoc had modified his Archetype Tag; the lightweight device now had a "nightlight" setting. In short, Anarchy glowed in the dark - just like a ghost. The white hair and pale skin he had given himself only enhanced the impression. (He really should do something nice for Change - the ability to manipulate his own coloring was the most useful power-share he had.)
Anarchy gave the lab one last glance before flying up the stairs and out of the house. From what he had been told, Amity Park was used to all kinds of supernatural events. One more glowing, flying teenager wasn't going to make much of a difference.
Anarchy smirked. He was going to have fun here.