EPILOGUE
At the Sunset Arms Boarding House, the Green Eye returned after a long night of crimefighting, assuming the identity of Arnold Shortman once again. After previously abandoning Helga to set out for justice once again, the moment of intimacy they had started continued soon upon his arrival; their activities eventually leading to the early hours of morning.
Before drifting off into sleep, he walked into the kitchen for a snack, exhausted and hungry from the hours spent as the Green Eye and with Helga. Reaching into the fridge, he searched around for a beverage to start his small meal, selecting a bottle of orange juice to sip on.
Suddenly, a clapping sound was heard from the dark corner of the room, alerting Arnold of the presence of someone unknown in the room; his eyes darting away from his orange juice and towards the unknown stranger. The figure only appeared as a shadow in the room, accompanied soon by a speaking voice.
"Ive seen many strange things in this world, but nothing compares to what I've been seeing talked about non-stop on TV for the past few months. Not only an entire crowd pacified with nothing but your voice, but you defeated all organized crime in this city and brought together a team of heroes to clean up the streets. I haven't seen any city this clean in my whole life. You're definitely doing something right." An unfamiliar voice said.
"Who the hell are you?!" Arnold asked.
The figure walked out from the shadows, revealing himself as a slender man with a large head, with a blade-like hairstyle slicked back above his head.
"My name is Dib Membrane. Your friend, Buckley Lloyd, bought out my father's company and had him make him those neat little gadgets you and your friends have all been using. I got curious about those little toys he bought off us, all those fancy military prototypes we were just sitting on that suddenly went into production, so I went to find out what he was using them for. That's when I found Valiance, and that's when I found you, Mr. Green Eye." The stranger said.
"What do you want?" Arnold asked.
"I'm putting together a team of individuals like yourself. I want you in."
"A team for what?"
"Ever heard of an alien race known as Irkens? They've had their eye on this planet for a while. The fancy toys that you've got? Theirs make yours look like squirt guns. If they'd all make it here, we'd never stand a chance."
Arnold paused in disbelief at Dib, raising an eyebrow at the stranger in skepticism over his proposal.
"You're trying to tell me an alien invasion is coming?" Arnold asked.
"Not 'coming', Mr. Shortman. It's already here." Dib said.
COMING ATTRACTION
Welcome to the future. The year is 2027.
In the city named Amity Park, life is great. Disease is extinct, food is plentiful, and war is obsolete. Peace has finally been given a chance, and it worked. But where the living have found peace, the dead continue to roam the Earth, continuing to haunt the Earth as vengeful specters.
In the streets of Amity Park, one such ghost roamed the streets freely, terrorizing anyone caught in his path, reveling in their fear, enjoying every moment of chaos he inflicted. He is a vengeful being, and, since he has no more need to stop to rest anymore, he will not be stopping any time soon.
Where he was once human being, a man with hopes and dreams, his life has passed on, leaving behind an empty shell and existing now as the ghost once in the machine. Now, forced to live a meaningless and endless existence, he has no more meaning in his life, only finding some form of it in the terror of others.
Above the ghost, however, two vigilant forces, a pair of flying machines known as Specter Speeders, watch over the spirit as he continued. They made an announcement to the being with a call over their intercoms, instructing the ghost to cease and desist its destruction before punishment would be inflicted on it.
"You have ten seconds. Leave now and return to the Ghost Zone." The pilots called.
The ghost replied to their demands with an ectoplasmic aimed straight for one Speeder's engine, causing it to fall to the ground and crash. The other speeder, not wishing to share the fate of his companion, opened fire on the ghost, aiming for a shot to send it back to the Ghost Zone, where a being like it belonged.
Not so easy to surrender, the ghost continued to fire back, beginning its fall back and retreating from the law enforcement, with its pursuers in a tight follow. Continuing to race down the streets of the city, beginning to loosen its tail, the ghost began to think itself safe, soon to be home free.
"Where'd it go? It's got to be around here somewhere!" The pilots shouted.
In a short moment, however, he finds that he is not so lucky, as he was quickly met face-to-face with a man that all ghosts alike fear:
A man of the living and of the dead.
The man, quick to defeat the stray specter, delivered an ectoplasmic at the ghost, knocking it back into a mailbox on the street. With the ghost temporarily incapacitated, the man pulled a thermos from his belt and opened it, aiming its open end straight at the fugitive ghost.
The ghost, fearful of its fate, attempted to escape by fleeing away, but was quickly pulled inside the thermos, screaming in its high-pitched, wailing, inhuman voice as it was captured. Within seconds, the ghost was trapped inside the thermos, safe away from the world of the living.
The Speeder, finally catching up to its prey, found that their target was already secured; someone far more experienced in their field having handled the job. The man floated above the ground, like the very ghosts that he hunts, wearing an all-black suit with white gloves and boots, snow white hair and glowing green eyes, and a stylized 'D' insignia on his chest.
Surprised at the man's presence, the pilots recognized him instantly, unable to help but feel dumbfounded that they were lucky enough to encounter the man.
"Holy hell... it's him!" The pilots said.
TO BE CONTINUED IN:
DANNY PHANTOM: END OF DAYS
COMING SOON
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