Sup Beautiful people! This is in fact a four way crossover, DP/RC9GN/GF/Paranorman. All my supernatural superheroes! With that in mind, the Ghost Vlad is going too use is NOT from the Danny Phantom universe. He he he…. Also, it IS a full ghost. Completely dead. It's not the ninja. Speaking Of, let's see what Howard and Randy are up too.
Chapter 2: the Ninja and the Babcock Child.
Randy felt amazing. He had just beaten his high score on grave punchers, eaten his fill of an epic burrito, and Howard was on his way over. The whole week had been rather uneventful monster-wise, which was understandably because school was out and there was nobody to stank. Randy still wondered to himself if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Oh, well, ninja on break just don't care!
The doorbell rang. "MOM! I GOT IT, ITS HOWARD!" Randy called. He opened the door to see Howard's face smiling at him in pure glee. Randy studied his expression, looking for hints.
"They had an all you can eat special at the game hole?" Howard shook his head.
"Uh…McFist opened another theme park?" another no.
"You won the lottery." Howard let his face fall into a sarcastic glare of disapproval.
"Your just getting worse at this bro. seriously, man. No, I just scored us two round trip tickets to PARANOMICOM!" at this point Howard proceeded to fist pump the air and jam on his air guitar. Randy flipped out in excitement.
"NO HONKIN WAY! That's the bruce-est thing I've heard all week! How'd yah Score them?"
"I won an online contest I entered a while ago. Okay, so get this: this year they're holding the whole thing inside the creepy woods outside this freaky old town."
"What town?"
"Gravity Falls" Randy pulled a face. "Yeah it does" Howard laughed. "Yeah, I don't get the name either. But hey, if your parents say yes, we can leave and be on the bus tomorrow!"
"Ok, ok, let me talk to them! I'll call you in a little bit!"
"You invited me over here."
"Oh…yeah. Okay, so just hang out it my basement until I'm done."
"Whatever, shoob."
Meanwhile, in Gravity Falls:
Norman was feeling extremely nervous. After the whole incident with Aggie, his life had kinda gotten better…and maybe worse. People treated him less like a freak and more like a celebrity, someone powerful but still separate from normal society. It had been his dad's idea to send him up here. He wanted Norman to 'Fit in' and 'see others like him'. Norman doubted there would be anyone who had had experiences with ghosts like he had, but one of the speakers had caught his attention. Jack and Maddie Fenton were attending to speak on ghost hunting, whatever that was.
Norman looked up from his brochure as the bus driver called out his stop, Gravity Falls. He quietly grabbed his bag and his backpack, and started making his way up from the back seat. On his way he tripped over a man in a brown pinstriped suit and landed in the floor of the bus.
"HEY WATCH IT KID!" said the man. Norman glanced at him briefly as he apologized. He noticed that the man had a rather large yellow mustache and a weird mechanical right hand. Confused, Norman scampered off the bus. He watched it turn around the bend and leave him alone in front of his temporary new home, the mystery shack. Although a second glance revealed that the sign was in disrepair, saying that he was at the mystery hack instead. Norman looked the place over. He immediately noticed a boy a little younger that himself waiting on the front porch. Norman watched as the boy made his way over to him.
"Hey," the boy greeted, "I'm dipper. Grunkle Stan had to go run some errands. But he'll be back soon. I'm guessing your Norman?" Norman nodded. "Awesome man. Hey look, this might be weird, but you're rooming with me and my sister, and…." Dipper twiddled his thumbs nervously. It just hit him that some kid he didn't know would be sleeping in the same room as Mabel. That was weird. Not in a bad way just in an awkward way. Dipper noticed that Norman looked just as uncomfortable as he felt. "..YEAH, that might be awkward for you, and she's crazy, like, she'll probably hit on you, cuz she's in this weird phase, but heads up and all. Here, I show you inside."
Dipper fumed silently as he led Norman inside. It was Stan's fault. He refused change any other rooms in the house. So that left the attic for dipper, Mabel and now Norman. Hooray.
Dipper and Norman stopped outside the door to the attic. Norman had been looking left and right, trying to take everything in. He was busy studying a weird triangle shaped window when he walked straight into dipper. The two crashed to the ground, and backpacks, bags and books went flying.
"Sorry, sorry, so sorry, um, sorry" Norman said, frantic and embarrassed. Dipper just shrugged.
"It's okay. Here, lets pick this stuff up." He proceeded to start gathering the books that had fallen out of Norman's hastily zipped back pack. Norman reaches over to grab his duffle bag when he spotted a book he didn't recognize. It was a deep red with a weird six fingered golden hand on the front, on which the number three had been written in black ink. Curious, Norman began leafing through it. The titles caught his interest. The undead (been there), evil gnomes, some weird guy named bill, floating eyeballs, ghosts (done that), etc. from behind him, he heard dipper give a sharp intake of breath.
"Hey man, that's uh, mine. Can I-"Dipper started.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, here" Norman handed the book back and paused, thinking. Should he tell dipper? The guy was obviously interested in that kind of thing. But he'd noticed how the shack seemed to be an amusement shop with stuff like him on display. I wait and see, Norman decided. Let things play out before he did anything drastic, like, reveal he could see the dead. And it was weird, because he'd hardly seen any ghosts since he got here. Huh.
Dipper noticed Norman's pause. "You okay man?" Norman shook his head, dazed. "Yeah, lost in thought…um, is this the room?" Dipper nodded. "Yeah, come on in."
Dipper and Norman opened the door, only to find Mabel running around in her Danny Phantom sweater, chasing her pig waddles. Waddles was wearing a green sweater that reminded dipper of ghosts. Norman stared, him mouth hanging open. He not only noticed Mabel, but also the cloaked ghost floating in the corner, watching in amusement. The ghost had a staff and one red eye. Norman noticed that every few seconds he would switch from being old, to middle aged, to really young. Suddenly the ghost took notice of Norman.
"You can trust these two, and the five to follow, but don't tell the owner or either of the business men. And watch out for bill." Spoke the ghost ominously. Then in the blink of an eye, he vanished. Norman blinked. This day was getting curiouser and curiouser.
"Mabel would stop chasing that pig for 2 seconds! Norman's here!" Norman turned to see dipper trying to coax his sister down from her current position in the ceiling beams. Norman became wary when he noticed that the girl had a grappling hook.
"Oh okay! Hey there! Norman, right! My name's Mabel, and this is waddles," exclaimed Mabel, gesturing grandly at herself and the pig. Norman watched, entertained, as Mabel shot a nearby beam and swung down to the floor, rolling upon impact. She turned and smiled. "So you ready to un pack or what?"
Back in Norrisville:
Randy took his time on the stairs. He kept his pace slow and steady, and walked into the basement with his shoulders hung. Howard glanced up from Lab rats and watched him as he crossed the room and slumped face first into a bean bag. Randy moaned.
"Bro, they didn't…you can't go can you?" asked Howard, crestfallen. Randy rolled over on the bean bag and looked at Howard with depressed eyes.
"Yeah, they said it would be too far and they just didn't want me to go and be negatively influenced. "
"For real?" Howard looked like he had just lost a loved one. Randy smiled.
"Naw, man! THEY TOTALLY SAID I COULD GO!" randy leapt into the air and fist pumped before doing an all-out happy dance. Howard let out a long 'whew' before glaring at the dancing ninja boy.
"Not cool, Cunningham, not cool."
"Had ya going there for a sec didn't I?"
"Yeah! Now start packing. I can't wait for you to fall asleep in the nomicon on the bus." Randy froze mid-happy dance. "Why would I fall asleep in the nomicon on the bus?"
"Cuz its flashing and I just realized that that would be the perfect time to draw on your face." Randy turned to see the nomicon flashing from inside his book bag. He leaped over the couch and picked up the ancient book. "Back in a sec, Howard. DO NOT DRAW ON MY FACE. Aarroof!" Randy felt the familiar falling sensation as his mind entered the nomicon. He landed on a raised platform, and all around him were foggy figures fighting one another. One looked like a boy fighting a jerky older version of himself. Another boy seemed to be trying to calm an angry witch. Still two other kids were fighting some triangle. Suddenly the nomicon flashed a message in front of Randy.
"Yours is not the only supernatural war" he read aloud. "Supernatural war? You mean these guys are fighting crazy sorcerers and magic, too?" the nomicon flashed more words.
"Two heads are better than one at solving a problem. Yeah, yeah, so what? I'm supposed to team up with these guys? That's gonna be like four heads, nomi! Can't you count?"
Randy was suddenly back handed on the head by an unseen force.
"Okay, okay, sorry. Why is this even relevant?" he asked. The nomicon sent one final message.
"Beware. The man that fights for himself is sure to fail. What does that mean?" Randy felt his spirit being pushed up and out of the book. "No, nomicon, wait, what does you mean? Why-"
Randy sat up straight and gasped. Howard leapt backward and hastily capped a sharpie that he tried ungracefully to conceal. Randy glared.
"This is gonna be an interesting trip."