I is for Imprint
(noun.) Ghosts who haunt a specific place subconsciously, usually repeating events repeatedly but unwillingly. Also called 'recording ghosts' that are more just an image than rather an actual ghost.
"Hey mom, I'm back from school! Can I drop by Sam's tonight after dinner?" Danny Fenton asked as he walked in his house and dumped his transparent backpack by the couch. Once the backpack strap left his fingers, it turned into wisp and disappeared into the air. He then walked into the family kitchen, scouting for something to eat.
The boy's ghostly fingers passed through the old fridge door, as if trying to open it. The door did not budge a single inch, but the boy seemed to be content as his glassy eyes scanned the contents inside.
Satisfied, he nodded to himself as he pulled out something. A transparent, see-through and barely recognized orange box. He unscrewed the lid and proceeded to drink.
Suddenly, he stiffened as if someone just gave him very grave news. Slowly, he put down the container to where the table is. The container disappeared the second his hand left it.
"Mom! I'm... I'm not Phantom, what are you talking about?"
His expression became one of horror as some sort of realization came to him, and his intangible features twisted together.
"No, wait, listen, I swear I'm Danny Fenton! Phantom can't shape-shift-you have to believe me, Mom!"
The boy started to hyperventilate, his fade out hands grasping the table. "You have to believe me, I'm your son-" His hand suddenly slipped into the counter, and his eyes widened marginally as he looked at his arm and back.
"Oh no. Wait, wait, just hear me out, okay? I can't explain everyth-"
The boy didn't finish as he doubled over, hands clutching tightly at his chest. Green ectoplasm was seeping through his finger, his face a pure portrait of realized betrayal.
"Mom... I'm your son..." He breathed out quietly, voice echoing. His form flickered, and with another blink of an eye, he disappeared into the thin air.
"Hey mom, I'm back from school! Can I drop by Sam's tonight after dinner?" Danny Fenton asked as he-
"What is that?" The woman asked, wrinkling up her nose in distaste. She was new to Amity Park, and she was desperately in need of a new residence after the house she had bought earlier was destroyed in a ghost attack.
"Nothing, it's just an imprint. Supposedly the Fentons like to create all kind of weird stuff-I guess some 3D gruesome stimulations is one of them. On the bright side, they are willing to sell the house for an insanely cheap price." Another woman spoke.
"Ah. Can you fix that?" She asked. She wasn't sure who the Fentons are, but she heard an array of comments about those eccentric people during her time in Amity Park.
"Of course. It might just be from a projector, but seeing how they power all their inventions with ectoplasmic energy, I can just clean up the place with Ectoplasm Eradicators or something from the GIW before you move in."
"Perfect."
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