Later that day, the students were permitted back into the school to collect their belongings before going home. Billy drifted aimlessly through the halls, sad and slightly down. He stopped by some lockers and peeked out from behind a corner. There was Spencer, Howard, and Randy. All still talking about how this "Ninja" had saved the day, and how he was going to be the inspiration for the movie they were making. Billy felt his heart chip at this. He felt unnecessary. Unwanted. Billy propped up the collar on his jacket, and slowly turned away. As he did, he paused for a short while to listen in on the conversation.
"-and I don't even know how he did that!"
Billy's frown grew more solem. Hadn't Spencer seen him? He was the one that had freed him from the robots grasp! Not that Ninja! Billy hugged himself and slowly floated along the wreckage of the hallways. Maybe it would just be best to go back to his mansion? At least he'd have Rajeev and Shanile to talk to, and he did miss Wendy. Billy looked back, hoping that Spencer had seen him and maybe would rush out to talk to him, but after a few minutes, when he passed by, Billy gave up. It was almost like he was invisible to him...
Meanwhile, in the depths of the school, the Sorcer and his rodent friend where just getting a whiff of Billy's mixed emotions.
"Hmmm, neglectance, a scent I haven't smelled in a while..."
The Sorcerrer chuckled to himself, rubbing his chin. As he took in the sweet scent, he noticed something a bit strange about it. It smelled dreary, almost dead-like.
"Strange, it seems as though our little "Friend" is more than I let him on to be."
He sat there for a while, taking in various scents. Death, gloom, and...peanut butter? This was no ordinary student, it seemed. No, too hollow, and empty. With all other options out of the way, there was only one possibility; it was-
"A ghost?"
The Sorcerer cackled to himself. He could use this to his advantage. A dead soul was no where near as destructable as a robot or monster. And seeing as how the ninja couldn't see it, a ghost would make the perfect minion! Smiling to himself, he looked at the rat. It gulped, and nervously laughed with him. And it seemed to be an already mischevious spirit. His powers inhanced the mischeif in people, so all in all, this one ghost would be the greatest pawn in his collection. Maybe even his winning token. The Sorcerer stopped laughing, and sent a waft of stank through the pipes. An extra strong waft. With that amount, his powers would be limited for a while, but it would be worth it to control a seemingly indestructable villian. Rubbing his hands maniacally, he grinned, waiting for the sounds of shrieks and terror. But, he heard nothing.
"What is going on?"
Soon, he was greeted with the very stank he gave off.
"Why isn't this working?!"
The Sorcerer pounded his fists on the ground angrily. The rat scampered up onto his shoulders, and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh, yes...I suppose that makes sense...very well. I will have to try something else then. But, I will have that ghost! Peanut confection-scent and all! He will be the key to the Ninja's undoing, I SWEAR IT!"
The rat whispered in his ear again.
"Of course I mean it! The others were mere mortals! Weak, with their prized possesions that ultimately lead to their undoing. The undead, however, are different. They have long since moved on from this world. With a ghost, a spirit at my command, I could very well enslave hummanity within a matter of seconds! All I need to do is convince him to join me...all I need to do is discover his problem, and play it against him!"
The Sorcerer thought it over. While it was not the most original idea, it certainly was something of a genius one. After all, spirits weren't that easily manipulated, as they had already experienced a great deal through their lives. The Sorcerer chuckled again.
"I think it's time I give Mr. McFist a call..."