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She Was Wrong

"Why are you even here, Skulker?" Danny asked angrily, as he massaged his back. It still ached from where he'd be forced and pinned to the wall by the ghost's massive ectoplasmic exoskeleton. He'd been able to release Skulkers' grip by speedily kicking upward to hit his foe's chest, but his bruised back kept hurting.

"You know what I want, ghost child," Skulker answered. "What do I always want?"

Skulker shot a missile at Danny. Danny ducked, just barely avoiding being hit as the missile crashed through the window and whooshed toward the neighbor's house.

"To display my pelt in some part of your lair. Y'know, normal people would say you're seriously disturbed for wanting that." Danny responded as he flew at Skulker. He punched the Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter in the face and knocked him into the wall, hard enough for the closet door to swing open, and the room's usual occupants of shoes to pour out.

"You'll pay for that, whelp," Skulker growled, with Haley's pink slippers dangling off his helmet.

Danny snickered before saying, "I kinda figured, but it was worth it!"

Danny felt the door to the bedroom swing through him as the American Dragon barged in. He turned around.

"What's going on in here?" Jake demanded. "I could hear you from upstairs, and you pulled me away from Rose!"

"Dragon?" Skulker asked. "Usually I'd go after a prize like you, but I have a much rarer trophy to hunt."

Seeing Jake's bewildered face, Danny explained, "He means me. It's really disturbing. He wants to lay my pelt at the foot of his bed, display my head on his wall, or something like that. He must've followed me here from Amity Park."

"You know, you never actually told me how Amity Park found out about the magical world," Jake reminded Danny. "Was that guy the reason?"

"One of them. I mean, it's hard to keep the magical world a secret when the magical world is flying around and scaring people all the time."

"It's a crime to reveal the magical world! Hello, does genocide mean anything to you?" Jake spat at Skulker, narrowing his eyes at the ghost.

Skulker laughed. "When have ghosts ever cared about that?"

"Well, you should," Jake said, "since you're part of the magical world."

"The ghost hunters are just going to build better ghost weapons, and they know how to get to the Ghost Zone to use them on you. Is that what you want?" Danny asked.

"They were always going to know about us anyway," Skulker sneered. "Besides, wasn't it your crazy parents who wanted to build a Ghost Portal in the first place? We could do this all night, Phantom, but I have better plans for my evening."

He pulled out a bazooka and shot Danny through the wall.

"Gah!" yelped the halfa.

Valerie groaned as she heard an explosion across the street. She knew that it'd have to be a ghost, so she put on her ghost hunting gear and went to investigate.

The first thing she found was a blue specter who was, as usual, telling the world that he was the Box Ghost - Beware!

"You better not be the one who set off the explosion, ghost!" she huffed. "But I will hunt you anyway, once I'm through with the one who did."

"Of course I'm not the one who set off the explosion!" the Box Ghost bellowed. "That would be the brat who thinks explosions are cooler than boxes. What could possibly be cooler than boxes?"

"Didn't think so," Valerie mumbled, flying on.

Her ghost alarm went off as she came upon a ghostly kid, who was laughing, and saying to a skeletal bird, "That was awesome! I don't know why I bothered with being a cowboy or a pirate in the first place. A spy is so much better!"

"That's enough, ghost!" Valerie shouted.

Youngblood looked up at her. He whined, "You're no fun - you snobby spoilsport! You're just as big of a spoilsport as Danny Phantom!"

'Great,' Valerie thought. 'Another ghost that seems to think Phantom's the hero. I can't be wrong about him being evil. I can't be wrong!'

Youngblood had turned to his parrot and had started telling him something:

"...And then I laughed so hard when Skulker told me that he overheard Phantom's family when they said that it was time to leave for New York to join him," he said, "The Fentons are all a bunch of pussycats. 'Danny, no don't hurt Danny. We'll have him run away like the coward he is, our poor liddl' baby Danny!' Hilarious, right?"

"I don't know why you think that story is appropriate for this situation. I am downright certain this is the not best time to be recounting that to me," said his parrot.

"You know what he said next?" Youngblood interrupted. "He said he was going to New York to hunt him. I'm glad he went for it!"

At that moment, Valerie's ghost alarm went off - again! A greenish ghost woman flew through the scene, carrying most of a nearby jewelry store's selection of creamy pearl necklaces.

"Hey!" Valerie shouted. "You can't steal those!"

"Why not?" asked the ghost. "Who's going to stop me with Phantom out of the way?"

As quickly as she came, the ghost flew off.

Valerie shouted out a bad word and stomped her foot on her hover board. She was wrong about Phantom, and she had lots of ghosts to catch before she could get any sleep. Right then, she wished more than anything that Danny was still around to do most of the ghost hunting.